“Don’t worry brother, it is in your head only,” Dilip said rolling a joint, “have a drag, it will come out when the time is right; where will it go?”
Dilip was the trouble shooter for all friends. He had a place to himself in his ancestral home. He called it penthouse. Friends could come in and out without bothering other members of family. Shiben was here to narrate his day long difficulty.
“Such an uncomfortable feeling!” Shiben said, “like the feeling of a sneeze coming, but eventually not materializing! My problem is more pesistent.”
Shiben woke up in the morning with a tune playing in his head. He could not remember the words, the name of the singer, and even where he heard the song in the first place.
“All through the day, I have been miserable,” Shiben explained, “no one to ask; I don’t even know what to ask, when I don’t know the lyrics!”
Shiben was walking home, then all of a sudden the flood gates opened and the lyrics came back to him. Relieved, Shiben jumped in joy and was hit by an oncoming car. On the way to hospital, unconscious Shiben was heard humming “Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air,”
“Looks like a fan of The Eagles,” attendant Doctor commented.
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This is a post written in response to #TellTaleThursday prompt of Anshu and Priya. More posts in response to the prompt may be found here.