Madan
"Shut
your stupid mouth!" mocked Rajesh. "Madan or any of that shit just doesn't exist "."It is all
just figments of imagination of our ancestors". "They were a bunch of
wussies who dared not to go outside at night, let alone go for a walk".
"My
grandmother says it exist Raj!" said Soumya struggling hard to convince
her husband. "Don't mock my grandmother". "She told me if you
whistle at night, Madan would come
and hit your head". "Whistle away to your heart's content tomorrow
morning, just not tonight... or any night"!
"You
are so gullible Soumya". "Madan
is supposed to be the ghosts of soldiers belonging to the Nair caste of
Kerala"." Why the hell should it attack me at this day and age... if
it exists"?
"I'm
not wasting my time trying to explain things to you" said Soumya realizing
her stories would provoke her husband to tease her more.
"Then
come to bed, I just learned how to whistle your favorite song" said
Rajesh with a wide grin.
As
he whistled the second stanza, the calling bell rang thrice. "Who the hell
is it at this time?" Rajesh wondered. As he walked towards the door he
looked through the tiny opening on the door. It was the apartment security.
"Who
is it Raj?" enquired Soumya.
"Go
back to sleep, it's the security. Looks like he has something to say"
Rajesh replied back.
Moments
passed by. Soumya couldn't hear a noise. The silence was deafening. She climbed
out of her bed and went outside. She realized that she stepped into a pool of
blood. The scream got stuck in her throat. Right next to the split open head of
her husband, laid a baton that the security used.
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