MALGHUT 🏠 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 🐉

GAUTWORLD

Malghut was a beautiful village; it had a good, clean, deep beach, the sand golden in colour. The village lanes were clean and planted on their sides with coconut trees, which not only gave their thirst-quenching nectar but also shaded the village from the sun. There was ripening rice in the fields, and the sweet scent of flowers wafted everywhere. The villagers were a sturdy and hard-working lot; they also kept their village as clean as possible.

Inspector Vinayaka took in all this as the jeep travelled over the dusty trail to Pradhan’s house. They reached the large pond of sweet water, which was refilled every year with bountiful rainwater.

Two women were drying some pickles near the pond edge as they chatted.

The jeep traversed the pond and entered a small lane at the end of which stood Pradhan’s house.

Constable Uttar Jeri parked the jeep outside the gate.

Pradhan was waiting for them in his house's beautiful garden.

Greetings were exchanged, and sweet lemon juices were offered.

Inspector Vinayaka took a sip of his ice-cold sweet lemon juice and then turned to Pradhan and asked. “Well, I believe there is something you want to tell me.”

Pradhan Shankar Deshmukh nodded his head “Yes, yes, finish your drink, and then we will go to a place.”

“Where? Inspector Vinayaka questioned, finishing his lemon juice and keeping the empty glass on the table.

“To Goral Maar’s house,” Pradhan replied.

They got back into the jeep and drove to the other side of the village near the hill where Goral Maar lived.

I hope this is something serious, the way Deshmukh is wasting the Jeep’s diesel. Inspector Vinayaka thought wryly.

They came to a house set amongst some trees near the road that led the way out of the village.

“Sahib, this is Goral Maar’s house, I don’t know if you know him or not,” Pradhan said.

Inspector Vinayaka shook his head negatively.

“Thought so, Goral lives here all alone, he has a son who stays and works in Bombay and he visits Goral once every two years.”

“Deshmukh Sahib, what is the problem?” Inspector Vinayaka cut in. He was in no mood for one of Pradhan’s famous long stories.

“Vinayaka Sahib, Goral has disappeared; he’s not to be found anywhere in the village or near the village,” Pradhan replied without any further ado.

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FALLEN 👿 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✍️

 

GAUTWORLD

The house was silent and still!

I shone the torchlight on my wristwatch, 2:15: a.m., the watch declared.

Walking downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and poured some sweet cold water from the earthen jug into a glass, and I drank.

After drinking two glasses of cold sweet water, I walked out of the kitchen and was about to head upstairs to my room, when I heard voices that sounded like whispering!

I froze in my tracks! Thinking perhaps some robbers or a thief has entered the house. I looked around the kitchen and found a long wooden pole. I picked it up, holding it firmly in my hand, and walked very quietly in the direction of the whispering voices.

Shielding the beam of my torch, I turn to a corner. The voices were coming from a room. I tiptoed and pressed my ear to the door, and was shocked to recognise the voice of Davey and his father.

An argument was going on between the two of them!

“But father, it is okay,'' Davey whispered.

“You are mad; you should have asked me, before bringing him here.” Dinah Pindar whispered fiercely.

“It is okay, he won’t know a thing,” Davey said.

In disbelief, I realised that they were discussing me!

“Davey, you are a fool, don’t you realise the season will be on us, and soon things will not be as easy as you think, not with strangers around us? Dinah Pindar whispered impatiently.

There was a moment of silence!

I waited anxiously to hear what Davey would say, and then Davey spoke up.

“If things do not go as I have planned, I will see to it personally,” Davey said mysteriously.

I waited patiently to hear more, but I couldn't hear anything else, and then I heard footsteps; they were coming out of the room.

Quickly, I hide in the shadows!

The door opened, and they came out. Without a glance around, they walked away.

I stayed in the shadows, my mind in turmoil! I felt overwhelmed and drained, and there and then, I decided to leave for Bombay in the morning.

Something was wrong here; something was definitely wrong.

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AWAITING THE DAWN 🌓 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 💻

 

GAUTWORLD

I distinctly remember that summer two years ago when Rajesh and I made plans to visit our uncle, who owns a house in the countryside. It was going to be a surprise visit, and we had decided to travel by train. Rajesh was my cousin's brother and the elder son of my mother’s elder sister; thus, he was a year older than me.

Shankar Sepal, our uncle, had retreated to the country house after the death of our aunt, who had retired as a “Senior Editor” of our town’s local newspaper. It had been five years since he had left for the country, and our visit, in a way, was to be the first one for him.

That summer two years back had been very hot and humid, and on one such hot summer afternoon, the two of us packed our rucksacks and departed to visit our uncle. In our minds, we were delighted to escape the city's heat for the cool hills and to the huge house where our uncle lived.

However, today, when I reminisce about that summer day two years ago, I find a few questions in my mind that remain unanswered.

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APPEARANCES 👹 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✍️

 

GAUTWORLD

Suddenly, the taxi halted with a strong brake that woke the passenger out of his sleep, and for a second he looked around him a bit confused about where he was and then, realising he was in a taxi, he looked at Ram Dada and asked, ''Driver, what happened? Where are we? What's happening?'

Ram Dada ignored the passenger’s query and took it as a sign from him. Ramesh quickly turned around, and facing the passenger, he said in a threatening voice, ''Okay, no funny business, hand over all your goods, and mind you, no tricks,'' and pointed a sharply pointed knife towards the passenger.

The passenger raised his hands and uttered in a dreadful tone, "Please, don't hurt me."

Ram Dada turned around and hit the passenger on his head with a fist and said, ''Then do as you're told, if you don’t want to get hurt, and hurry up, else it will be very bad for you!''

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AAMUR🏠 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 🐅

 

GAUTWORLD

Milan felt as if someone was being tortured to death. Then there were thrashing noises as the dogs came out of the woods heading for the village.

Someone fired a lighted arrow towards the noise. It struck a small bush, setting it on fire, and Milan felt as if someone had just squeezed his heart.

As far as he could see, there were dogs and more dogs, hundreds of them! Snarling and howling, heading for the village, as he stared in horror, he saw three huge dogs pounce on a smaller one, biting and tearing it to pieces, turning it to shreds in front of his unbelieving eyes.

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THE INSANE MIND 🎭 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 💾

GAUTWORLD

Arvind Shivpuri breathed out, his chest heaving as he gasped for air; he hated the life he was living. In the last six months, his life had turned into a nightmare, and he had started hating everything: his life, his work and his ex-wife Reema. The hard, cold bitch! Who left him for another man?

“I hate you, Reema

” Arvind screamed.

“Why do you hate her?” A voice came, and it echoed around the living room.

Arvind didn't reply but sat there with a mask of hate on his face, his body drenched in sweat, and his hands shaking as waves of anger hit him.

“Tell me, Arvind, why do you hate Reema?” the voice came again.

Arvind slowly shifts his gaze, his eyes falling on the gun that was lying on the coffee table.

“So why do you hate her?” the gun said.

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Arvind Shivpuri, was there something wrong with him, or was something terribly wrong with him? 

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SEASONS GREETINGS 🎄 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 💻

 

GAUTWORLD

Andy Costello wipes his face using a wet tissue paper. His eyes are on the signal, anxiously waiting for it to change, fidgets in his seat as the signal stays red and all around him, cars honk in protest of the signal, and he too leans on his horn, joining the cacophony.

Andy was thirty-five years old, and he was a successful Architect. However, this year had been the worst year of his life. After a grumbling and abusive seven years of a non-workable marriage, he divorced his wife, Janet. It had been a bad marriage right from the start. Finally, it was over as the divorce had come through last month, and he was happy, not only happy, but relieved; he was glad that Janet agreed to the divorce without making any nasty scene.

The Lord knows that he has tried to save their marriage. However, Janet had become unmanageable. Every day, she picked fights with him over stupid matters, trying to accuse him of not taking care of her when he tried his level best to make her happy, yet she kept on complaining about how her life was turning into hell, and she wanted a divorce. Andy was okay with it, too, as he had had enough of her lies and cries. He thought that perhaps this was a good sign that Janet wanted a divorce with the full and final alimony agreement. They had no children. Janet was not comfortable with handling the kids, and though Andy always wished for it, he could not force her to give him one. Now, he thanks God that they had no children; else, in the fight between the adults, a child would suffer the most.

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