Mr. Rabbit: Episode 1

I entered a humid blue hallway, faded blue walls and half broken windows which brought in Mid-summer sunshine in the hall, I was told by my contact to wait for a while till he cleared the situation and asked me to proceed into the mansion.

It was an old mansion; probably colonial. It stood the tests of time quite well, It had seen good days and bad. It had seen sensuous kisses and tears through generations. Now it was owned by Kevin “The Rabbit” DeAndre. To the unwary he was just an old man who was the bartender at Apple Barrel, what most people didn’t know. He was a Voodoo King. That was the dirty little secret behind a charade of wrinkly smiling face and a weak black frame. Today, I had a job for him.

The air was smoky, even thought the home was in the middle of the town I didn’t hear anything, It was as if I was in some other era. I decided to check out the home, So I climbed the stairs near the hall to reach the library. It was well lit and the room was golden with the light from the chandelier. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. The library was massive. It appeared bigger then the mansion. I walked in to check out the books. “Need anything son?” An Old man standing nearby asked me.

“Yeah, Tell me about Kevin.”

“Kev is a really nice kid, he will join college next summer in Chicago, Did he do anything wrong Sir? I am his Uncle Asgrid.”

What? Is he joking. College?

I didn’t answer. I just ignored him and came downstairs to check if Russell finished the clearence.

It was different.

The Hall looked amazing. There were people dancing. People drinking Whiskey and Jazz tunes in the air. And It was night as I looked out of the window.

What is happening?

I rushed past all these people into the room where I was supposed to go.

Russell stood there with an Old Man, The Rabbit.

“You lost son?” The Rabbit asked me with a smile.

“What is wrong with your house? How is it night? Who was that old man in the library?” I asked.

“Now now Joe, You shouln’t go on sneaky peaky in someone’s home. Dincha’ Ma teach ya that? Mariline wasn’t it her name?” he said as he gulped down some whiskey from his glass as he sat on a satin covered couch.

I knew this man was a Voodoo King. I just wanted a simple love potion. That’s all.  That too on Julia’s pestering. He was not ordinary.

“I want Love Sir”

“Oh, Do ya now?” He smiled as he looked me with those dark eyes which had black circles and were sunk into his cheeks as if for centuries.

 

To be Continued.

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Mirror-rorriM

He stood in front of the mirror.

It was : 1:11 AM

His brown eyes, filled with anger and regret stared at a man who killed his family.

“She should have let me kill her, She should have moved.”

He wanted to wash the red off his palm.

His only daughter and wife lay dead in the bedroom.

“Is this fight worth fighting?”


“This is a fight which must be fought.”

Two non-believers lay dead in the bedroom.

He wanted to dispose the bodies and go to sleep.

“She died because it was destined. Nothing special about an infidel dying.”

His brown eyes, filled with serenity and hope stared at a hero who wiped two infidels.

It was 1:11 AM

He stood in front of the mirror.

The MeowNator: Part Une

Yes, I am blogging. Read. On.

 

It was a cold night in Bangalore. Parmeet McFluffy was a strong, independent cat who didn’t need anyone’s lewd comment about her or her lifestyle choices (She likes to eat from trash, It is her choice. Accept it). She was a left leaning liberal cat.

Parmeet was taking a walk near Pecos (She found it extremely noisy). This time of the night, large-creatures-that-provide-food-and-cuddle where walking into strange closed spaces and coming out smelly and loud.

She wanted to reach home and get some shut eye, her creature-that-provided-food-and-cuddle was perhaps home, as she was walking, she noticed a shadow.  Shadows in Bangalorepura following you at night are never a good thing, her mother cat Jaspreet Kaur McFluffy (née “Cutiepie”) had taught her such small life lessons (Sardine turned Tomcats on, never eat mice like flithy middle-class cats to name a few.) before running away with an unknown Tomcat to parts unknown. (The word in McFluffy khandan was that Jaspreet-ji eloped with someone went to Canada.)

She kept moving, she was hungry; as always. So she decided to go near Onesta which was around the block and nibble on some pizza before she went to sleep at home. It was about to rain, that’s something sad as well as exciting about Bengalurpura. The weather was unpredictable. She liked in comparison to Delhinagar. Yes, she used to live in Delhinagar. It had been 4 years (In cat-years) since they shifted to Bengalurpura. She missed Pinkie Floyd, Mikesh Fufa and the rest of the family that lived back home.

Suddenly, the lights disappeared and all her Meow-ing was useless.

She Meow-ed her last.

 

 

She woke up on a table “Woof.” (Roughly Translated as “Eh ki ho riya?”)

She had changed to something she never imagined in her wildest tuna induced stupor.

She, was a dog.

Fatima

7 months and 3 days. Today Abbu was going to return. It had been a long wait for little Fatima. Abbu had gone to the land beyond the horizon. He said he would be back soon. He promised her Chocolates and even a Talking doll. Fatima was excited. The wait was worth it she felt. 

But after a week, she began to wonder, What is beyond the Horizon. Where did Abba go? So, She decided to go to Karim Ajja. Who lived a few minutes away from her home. 

Karim Sheikh was once a famous cloth merchant in Oman. But a series of bad deals and a few betrayals later Karim was forced to come to India to his family and worked in Mangalore port for 12 years before retiring . His hair was white now ripe with humility and wisdom accumulated by living in the fishing hamlet. He was one of the few people who could read in the hamlet. All letters and documents went through Karim’s weary eyes before proceeding further.

Fatima rushed to Karim Ajja wearing her Green and Red frock. It was her special day after all. Her birthday. Yet Abbu hadn’t come. 

“oye Karim Ajja, What land is there beyond the ocean? Where did Abbu go?”

Karim. Hearing the question. Smiled. And said “He has gone far away. To the land of Sheikhs. To earn a fortune. When he’ll come he will have the finest of clothes and sweetest of fruits for you” as he patted her head.

“Land of The Sheikhs? Adu yenta?” She questioned.

“Land of Sheikhs is a place where Sheikhs rule. Sheikhs. You have seen my old photo no? The one in white? They wear Clothes like that. All the people are rich and they even have camels there. Camels.” As he displayed his teeth and grunted like one. 

Fatima was excited. Sheikhs, Camels, Chocolates, Clothes. She imagined her Abbu in a Sheikh dress. It was hilarious.

A few more days she told herself. And she would be the happiest girl in the village .

4 months had passed. Still he didn’t return. She was now afraid if Abbu even remembered her Chocolates and her doll. She asked ammi to write to him to bring Chocolates. Ammi just nodded and went away to the other room.

6 months had passed. Yet no sign of Abbu. She didn’t want any Chocolates or dolls or clothes. She wanted her Abbu. She wanted him to carry her on his shoulders to the market. She wanted him to wake her up early morning by tickling her. She missed him.

She went to Ammi and screamed. “I want Abbu. I want him. I want him. I want him. Now”. Ammi smiled at her and ran out of the room. That night Fatima heard Ammi sob. Maybe Abbu told he would get her Chocolates too. That’s why she was sad.

And so she waited again. 

7 month 3 days. Maybe today he was going to return. Maybe today Ammi would stop crying at night. She waited till Dusk. Yet so sign of him. She felt helpless. And she cried. She cried and Cried. And fell asleep near the window.

“Fatima. Fatima look what I have bought for you!”. It was him. Abbu had come. She saw him near the door. She ran to him and hugged him tight as if she meant she was not letting him leave anywhere soon. He kissed her on her cheek and lifted her into his arms. She saw bags with him. “Adu yenu Abbu?” She asked pointing at the bags. 

“Chocolate, Clothes for you and Ammi. And, A Talking Doll!”. He remembered. He remembered after all. She was indeed the happiest of all girls in the village. She had all she wanted. Now she could brag to Selvi and Nagma about her clothes. 

“You won’t leave no?” She asked in a mellow tone. “I’ll always be there” Abbu said. As he patted her head.
And then she woke up. It was all a dream. She wiped the tears and went looked out the window 

It was time to wait again. 
And then. She saw him.