Fiction
Mr
and Mrs Fernandez wanted a holiday. The
school where they were working was being bulldozed. That was the reason. But they couldn’t write that as the reason in
the leave application.
Bulldozing schools had become the fashion in the city. Land mafia had become the fashion designer under the new government.
Bulldozing schools had become the fashion in the city. Land mafia had become the fashion designer under the new government.
“Medical,”
wrote Mr Fernandez.
“The
hell awaits those who tell lies,” warned Mrs Fernandez who was a regular Sunday
Christian.
“The
hell is already here,” Mr Fernandez dismissed her fear with the hubris that
comes to him as naturally as the rain from a clear sky in the days of the
Antichrist.
Mr
Fernandez regarded himself as practical as the bulldozer that was breaking down
enormous buildings into smithereens in seconds.
So Mrs Fernandez found herself standing before the best eye specialist
in moments after the alleged holiday journey.
“You’re
not seeing things clearly,” declared Mr Fernandez. “So walk in, the automatic door will open for
you, and get your eyes checked while I park the car.”
Mrs
Fernandez was amused by the automatic door and forgot the holiday.
“Your
BP is high,” said the nurse who performed the preliminary diagnostic test.
“Bulldozer,”
babbled Mrs Fernandez.
“A
bulldozer keeps invading her dreams,” explained Mr Fernandez who had just
reached after parking his car which he had bought a day ago in order to keep up
with the Joneses while his and his wife’s jobs were being bulldozed right in
front of their eyes.
“A
bulldozer is shattering our dreams,” explained Mrs Fernandez to the nurse who
was not at all amused by the appearance of Mr Fernandez like a bolt from the
blue.
“Who
can destroy anyone’s dreams?” wondered the nurse after listening to Mrs
Fernandez in detail. About the latest fashion in the city. “Even a farmer can
make statement at Jantar Mantar,” asserted the nurse.
The
farmer was buried while Mr Fernandez waited for Mrs Fernandez to open her eyes
after the dilation treatment.
“You
have absolutely no problem as far as vision is concerned,” said the doc going
through pages and pages of test results.
“But buy the medicine for BP.”
TheGarden of Five Senses was on the way back and Mr Fernandez thought three times
before taking the diversion. "Miser," mumbled Mrs Fernandez to herself.
“You sit here and enjoy your vision,” said Mr Fernandez after dropping Mrs Fernandez at the Garden of Five Senses.
“You sit here and enjoy your vision,” said Mr Fernandez after dropping Mrs Fernandez at the Garden of Five Senses.
He’s
going to enhance his vision with Teacher’s whisky, mumbled Mrs Fernandez to
herself. And her BP rose. She could feel her heart palpitating.
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