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I did not notice the buzz as I was busy cherishing the exclusive space I had just created for myself. Having had my dinner at rocket-pace, I had galloped to my room, leaving all the chatty guests behind, and locked myself into my room. I had faked a migraine so that they won't follow me and disturb me in my room. Yes! I was alone, and I loved it. It was so peaceful. And then as I settled on my bed, with the pillow leaned against the wall, staring into the blank orange wall opposite, I saw it.. <Buzz>
Raju hid behind the banyan tree and watched the elders gathered around the sacred fire pouring ghee into it, while chanting the mantra as per the priests' direction. He cranked his neck to look at the piece of meat he had precariously hung over the branch right above the ritual fire. The meat was tied to a thread whose other end was in Raju's hand. He just had to tug it a little and the meat would fall into the fire, ruining the ritual and rendering all the villagers' efforts wasted.
"Hey buddy, do you remember that football match we played on the terrace once? How irritated grandpa was that he couldn't get the ball. Man we had such a ball that day, isn't it?" Vikram looked at his son, expecting to see a chuckle; there was none. The kid seemed to be warming up though, so he went on, "and then last Diwali when we burst bombs at 5 A.M. to wake everyone up? Remember you insisted on the atom bomb and, man, how resounding it was?" Still not even a smile, leave aside the chuckle. He knew it was a difficult exercise to get his son back to how he was. He had tried for days with no result, but he didn't want to give up.
"Where am I to go, God?" Eve sighed as she looked up at the heavens, the place where she believed His voices were often heard from. Burly clouds hung about like huge tufts of moustache curled upon God's face. Every now and then the wind distorted their shapes as if His invisible hands twirled and twisted them in a mocking way.