I came home from a long, lazy dinner at Tawa
with cousins. The trash bins were open in the society afflicted with as bad a
smell I ever smelled. We ran into the lift but the odor had left us
tongue-out-of-mouth. We watched the T.V. for a while and slumbered off on the
sofa. My sister, being scrupulous, waked my brother and me up and directed our
way into the bedroom.
A sudden thirst clenched me. In a sluggish manner, I drank
plenty of cold water from the fridge. In the darkness, I saw the kitchen
platform as I drank, a cute round beetroot stared at me—I smiled back at it. In
a blink, it disappeared—I thought……nothing. As I resumed my way, I heard some
rattle in the fridge, I stopped—some more cute chik-chik kinda sound— I, being
in the dream of cheering Rohit Sharma, became fully aware and had an urge to
look in the fridge. I opened it deftly. Due to bright light, I could see some
round shape. I said to myself,”Ooohh!!! Prachi, tis the beetroot, nothing
Slowly, I realized the beetroot
had a very long tapering root, two big leaves at its top….. ”Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrr…” The
beetroot threw the hollow tomato at me, jumped over me as I ducked and hid
somewhere.By this time, I must have
awakened the whole society. In a flash, the house became well-lit and my
parents and cousins rushed with horrified, aghast faces with deep Vs on their
foreheads. I, the fool, shouted again seeing them with such expressions. I ran
and climbed the sofa, others stood confused.
“What, Rat!!” yelled my cousin sister, brother and mother in
unison and came towards the sofa.
My father never misses such chances where he can flaunt his
courage, especially when others in the family back out.
He said, “I see… where it
is—the creature—it cannot run away from me…”
He, at once, took the broom and set in the kitchen—filled
with utensils—all alone.
Here, we three looked at each other. The people outside were
furious.We could hear their chatter.
One of them rang our bell. Startled by the sound, the mouse came from under the
computer table and went behind the wooden case.
We told my father that the mouse has come into the drawing
room. He smashed at some vessel and the jingle and ringing of the steel vessels
echoed in the silence. The mouse quickly came and hid under the book shelf.
….So, there were two of them—the tenacious, obdurate, senseless, fanatic
My parents apologized the neighbors and told what had
ensued. They went to their home—sweet home, having no rats. My father again
took to the broom and did some weird things like making us jump so that the
mice can come out, or taking a big utensil and using it as a trap or shaking
the book shelf.
My sister went and opened the balcony door so that we can
put the mice out anyhow.
I took the hit spray and my brother brought a fresh tomato.
I sprayed it nicely on the tomato with an evil smile on my face. My mother brought some biscuits and bread
pieces. We respectfully offered these with the tomato in the center of the
plate and biscuits decorated in a circle around it.
We waited for an hour in my parents’ room and about 3:00 am,
we woke up.
We saw that the biscuits and bread was eaten but the tomato
was left unharmed. The direction of the crumbs and their little footprints were
in the way of the balcony.
So it could be said that they were out of the house.
Next morning, I learnt that the two boys staying in the room
very next to ours, did not even get up during the incident that happened that
early morning. I wondered what these lazy boys would do if there was some fire
or some earthquake….or if the two mice were dancing over them in the night and
partying in their house.
The two came to us in the afternoon and said, “There were
two squeaky mice in our house this morning while we’re getting ready for
college. They ate our sandwiches…..”