I just squashed the national bird of India. Hint: NOT A PEACOCK.
These feathery freaks have been buzzing across the illuminated screen of my laptop ever since I began writing and reading blogs tonight. Which is to say that I started pretty late. Having put both the kiddos to bed and making sure all the supplies were replenished for them for the night (milk in sipper for the baby and water for the first grader), I decided I’d read some interesting posts before I begin to write my own.
Right at that minute, in the darkly lit room, I could see silhouettes of the little buzzing creatures flitting across the screen and dying to take a potshot at my written word. Why on earth would God decide to put these little six-legged creatures of misery into being? They do no good, no good at all. Just suck blood to glory and spread diseases.
Drat. Smashed another one. Good riddance.
My skin still itches where one little devil chose to begin his dinner. My girl’s face was so covered in bites this morning it almost seemed as if she had some viral condition. All of a sudden this year these freaks have surfaced again in Thane. After so many uneventful years, why they chose this year to be fertile and reproductive at full speed is beyond me.
It reminds me of the mosquitoes back in dental college. The college where I studied dentistry had mosquitoes the size of a tiny sparrow. No kidding. These were not mosquitoes, these were vampires disguised as blood sucking insects. I swear I could feel the determination with which they would come and drill their probosces in my skin. And not just me, all the students, patients and lecturers were equal sufferers. Ah! There’s one good. We were all equalled by our misery!
The bloody damn things were immune to even macchar agarbattis. Our maushis would generously break off a one inch piece of a macchar agarbatti to ration meagre supplies and keep one burning stub near our feet under our work table. I swear on the God who helps me to write, I saw three mosquitoes sitting next to each other on my stub, as if contemplating whether to have a smoke!
“Feel like one Sid? I always feel like having a joint after a heavy dinner Tom!”
I wanted to donate my blood this Sunday.
Ain’t gonna be possible now.
You can’t donate within three months of donating.
This Mosquito post was written for the Write Tribe’s Festival of Words Day 3
The prompt for today was Free Write, or to write freely without thinking for 15 minutes. I put on the light music, my favorite melodies in the background, meditated on the buzzing sound for two minutes and came up with this.
Got one more! Yay!