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( She picked up the gun, and went stealthily towards the barred window, peeking out)

He- Where did you get that thing! Doesn’t look local.

She- I have my sources.

HE- I wish you would change your mind. This has to stop at some point.

She- Shhhhh. Lower your voice. You know it’s not possible for me to be objective and reasonable about this.

He- I understand … but think of the times. Men roaming the streets, in high spirits. You can’t hold a man responsible for what he does in the heat of the moment. So he lost his head! She shouldn’t have stepped out of the house.

She- Lost his head! Oh go and boil your head! Don’t preach me forgiveness.

How the HELL can you defend that man! He could have remembered who he was! Who she was!

He- Listen! All that is over and done with. She said she had forgiven him. If She can, why can’t you ?

She- How can I forget her standing there on the road.. surrounded by THEM .... I tried to go help her... But mom and dad dragged me back, they will barge in they said… don’t open the door they said. We closed all the doors and the windows and sat inside listening to the noise outside. All I could do was watch her from a slit in the window.

( Silence for a while as she waits at the window.)

He- Do you even know how this gun works ?

She – Haven’t you noticed the marks on the trees in the back yard ? My target practice !!! That’s His car parked right in front of our house. He will try to reach it. But I will get him before that.

He- Oh God !! I think you have gone crazy!

She- Shhhh I can see him coming out of his house. He is looking around.

I need to take aim.

( She aims and shoots )

She- (laughing loudly) Did you see that ? A perfect bull’s eye! I have never seen a man looking more surprised or annoyed ! And his face- bright red ! This is a great gun! Let me fill it with green now. He is still within the range! I am so glad he is all dressed up in a suit. Stupid thing to do on Holi.

He- Poor guy. He had an important interview today.

She- I knew.

He- Now he might have to miss it altogether. It’s too big a price to pay for a little harmless fun. All young men do this you know. Tease girls they like on Holi.

She- ( whispers )He is not paying for teasing her. He is paying for ignoring ME !

He- WHAT !

( Slumps against the wall with a sigh )

She ( grimaced ) - You know, I really loved him.


Banno said…
Hey, I read this on the Ryze board yesterday. And I really liked the Holi twist at the end. And of course, the vendetta factor.
Poonam Joshi said…
hahhaha its nice.....actually I kinda expected the Holi thing the minute I started reading but the revenge factor was a fun twist too :)
suniti said…
Thanks Banno,
Thanks Poonu :)
Ankita Wasan said…
Damn! Smart Poonam cuz I had no clue about it being about holi, I was half expecting, oh who am I kidding, I was completely expecting gory details about perverted men and indecent actions xD.
Haha. Nice job!
Roop said…
really fantastic!!!!

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