Walk In The Line
The tap on my shoulder made me freeze for a sec. It was about midnight and I was walking through the dark alley just outside the old town and my intension was pretty clear: I don’t want to come across the passerby. It was unlikely to encounter one of them at this time and esp. at this location. I turned my neck, didn’t dare to turn my body. It was a young man, dark skinned, smoothed suited. He just smiled at me.
“Do I know you?” I just wanted to clear a doubt. “Have I seen you somewhere?”
“Back in the bar Mr. Kailash” He grabbed my arm and led me to the corner.
“Oh oh, easy man, easy”. I had no idea what was he up to. I was confused. “How do you know my name?”
“It doesn’t really matter, we know everything about you, about Ms. Kailash Who work in The Tetrand’s 2nd branch and the little Lampard of yours who is sleeping in his warm bed in Lamjung Hostel, 1st floor and dorm 2”.
“Youuuuuuuuuu”. My anger overcomed my fear. There was no pale complexion and cold chill of fear instead my ears were burning red with anger. “You touch my family I’ll kill you.”
“Look Mr. Kailash.” his grip became stronger pushing me with all his might in the wall. His cow look was really threatening. He pointed the index finger to me and grumbled “You’ll not publish the article you’re working in”.
“It’s my job, what you think I’m doing here? Watch and enjoy the mess you guys are making in this country”. My voice got really loud. “Go and give your fucking threat to some dumbass but not me”. I pushed him away and loosen myself from his grip.
“Don’t try to cross the line, better walk in your own Mr. Kailash”. His greeting with Mr. Kailash every time was getting in my nerve.
“I don’t have a line, Mr.…..”, I gave a pause hoping to get his name. He remained silent. I frowned a little.
“You don’t need to know who I am”. This time he forgot Mr. Kailash.“Then find one”
“What?”
“Your line Mr. Kailash”
He walked away and disappears along the corner.
This job of mine was really being pain in my ass. Shit what am I suppose to do? I’ve been working on an article for last six months. I didn’t know how I reached my apartment. My head was ringing due to the little Hollywood stunt that went with me back in the alley.
I didn’t turn on the lights. I marked the sofa, sat their and gathered my thoughts to find the promising solution. There wasn’t any. I was in similar situation many times in past and there wasn’t the solution. How could there be one this time? I thought about my wife, her work as a HR manager in London. I thought about my son, little Lampard.
The blaring of holy bhajan from the rooftop of my lunatic neighbor waked me up. My neck was twisted, head was bumping with pain and so does my guts. There was nothing more than to expect for something good. I had to move on. And this is Nepal. Had to move on.
“Do I know you?” I just wanted to clear a doubt. “Have I seen you somewhere?”
“Back in the bar Mr. Kailash” He grabbed my arm and led me to the corner.
“Oh oh, easy man, easy”. I had no idea what was he up to. I was confused. “How do you know my name?”
“It doesn’t really matter, we know everything about you, about Ms. Kailash Who work in The Tetrand’s 2nd branch and the little Lampard of yours who is sleeping in his warm bed in Lamjung Hostel, 1st floor and dorm 2”.
“Youuuuuuuuuu”. My anger overcomed my fear. There was no pale complexion and cold chill of fear instead my ears were burning red with anger. “You touch my family I’ll kill you.”
“Look Mr. Kailash.” his grip became stronger pushing me with all his might in the wall. His cow look was really threatening. He pointed the index finger to me and grumbled “You’ll not publish the article you’re working in”.
“It’s my job, what you think I’m doing here? Watch and enjoy the mess you guys are making in this country”. My voice got really loud. “Go and give your fucking threat to some dumbass but not me”. I pushed him away and loosen myself from his grip.
“Don’t try to cross the line, better walk in your own Mr. Kailash”. His greeting with Mr. Kailash every time was getting in my nerve.
“I don’t have a line, Mr.…..”, I gave a pause hoping to get his name. He remained silent. I frowned a little.
“You don’t need to know who I am”. This time he forgot Mr. Kailash.“Then find one”
“What?”
“Your line Mr. Kailash”
He walked away and disappears along the corner.
This job of mine was really being pain in my ass. Shit what am I suppose to do? I’ve been working on an article for last six months. I didn’t know how I reached my apartment. My head was ringing due to the little Hollywood stunt that went with me back in the alley.
I didn’t turn on the lights. I marked the sofa, sat their and gathered my thoughts to find the promising solution. There wasn’t any. I was in similar situation many times in past and there wasn’t the solution. How could there be one this time? I thought about my wife, her work as a HR manager in London. I thought about my son, little Lampard.
The blaring of holy bhajan from the rooftop of my lunatic neighbor waked me up. My neck was twisted, head was bumping with pain and so does my guts. There was nothing more than to expect for something good. I had to move on. And this is Nepal. Had to move on.
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ha ha sweet dream brother!!!
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