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Dark One

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The Dark One looked at me with piercing eyes as I was standing on my rear verandah on the first floor looking at the freshly rain-washed green leaves of the unkempt yard. How ugly he looks !! The very sight of him at such an early hour made my flesh creep. Something bad would happen that was for sure.I tried to shoo Blacky off but he wouldn't budge. He held on to the steel grill with his hands and looked at me like the vampire. "Your blood I'll drink today " it said in a menacing voice. "You know I'm already anaemic and have my blood pressure on the low side so a swig from you will leave me half or maybe full dead !".... "What does that matter to ME ?" boomed the Dark One.

For several long minutes I tried to reason with Blacky. I told him that just yesterday I was up from a full one week bout of acute amoebic dysentry.I was on a bland boiled fish vegetable rice diet. Today my wife promised to make some "aloo parathas" soaked in "ghee" . I requested him to make the "Bad Day" for tomorrow.Moreover today I have to accompany my loved wife to the cut-throat dentist for a bridge operation.Suddenly I felt weak. My arms and knees felt like rubber. It's the twenty odd loose stools I thought leaves any one weak.Dark One gave me a grin .. at least I thought it to be so. It was more of a smirk.It seemed that he had already begun the blood transfusion. In a few more minutes I'd have to go back to my bed and forget about the aloo parathas. "Leave me alone !!! " I shouted at the top of my voice and took aan aluminium skillet and began banging it on the wall to scare him away.

All this shouting and noise made my wife come running to the verandah to see what the matter was. She held me by my armpits and lifted me from a squatting position to a standing position. I was sweating profusely in the humid monsoon weather. "What's the matter ??" she asked. I pointed to the Dark One which had come to suck my blood and make my day bad. My wife held her own waist with both her hands and burst out into fits of loud laughter. Surprised I thought she had gone mad."Ota to akta kak" [that's a crow] "That's enough" I told myself. First the dentist then my good friend Dr Lollypop the psychiatrist. He sees me for free you know ever since he rescued me from the Poets Island or was that again my day-dreaming. Burps can't get conkier than this .. after all this is Bishu's speciality.