WAIT UNTIL DARK… (A DAY A SHORT STORY #49)
By Neel Anil Panicker
What? Did I hear that? A rustle? Sound of wind, or someone’s feet?
I had have a mind to turn back and look.
But tell you what__I didn’t.
Imagine being raped your first night in big, bad Delhi.
I had heard enough stories to last a lifetime.
Don’t wear revealing clothes. No showing any body part except face.
No talking to strangers. No walking down dark unlit alleys.
No going alone…neither at day nor at night…neither this nor that.
Ever since I had landed from small town Mirzapur having bagged an assistant professor’s job at a premium university here my life had turned into one big shopping list___a well demarcated list of do’s and dont’s.
And then I heard it again. A slight noise…nee a distinct thud.
My heart turned a turnstile. I felt I had stopped breathing. Despite the damp nightly
air, hot beads of sweat began to trickle down the nape of my neck.
I opened my mouth. The words didn’t come out.
“Wake up. You’re so lethargic. It’s Sunday. We are going for a movie, aren’t we”?
Groggy eyed, I lifted my sheet and looked up at my roomie.
Her teeth were bared. Her mouth opened.
‘Why was she hooting…tu-whit tu-whoo…like an owl,’ I wondered.
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