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Dr Natulal Ki First Aid Box ki Ajab Dastan
There I was hosting birthday party for my boss's only kid when a "Ladki Bheegi Bhaagi on Bicycle Si" shows up at front door. She makes me an offer I cannot refuse. Spend the rest of the evening with cacophonous 10 year olds or save the beauty's dad? Choice was easy.
I arrive at the Pigeon Mansion. The patient seems sentient and alert. The man, his son or son-in-law named Sarasu pulls me aside and whispers into my ears, "First aid has been administered." he then winks. I understand. Tequila shots make for excellent first aid. I wink back.
For a moment, I thought I could loiter with CoolMood beauty, perhaps prescribe her some medicines to cure her Crater like belly button that could hold all the water in Dubai. I realize I'd be walking on thin ice or to use local analogy, mud puddle. With no further excuse to hang around, I decide to sit out in the local ruins and count the stars in the sky.
I had dozed off when an argument woke me up. I had the misfortune of overhearing CoolMood and Sarasu's conversation. He says he wants to see her face. She says she wont show it. She says he will have to do with seeing her back for now. He says I love your back but I need to see the face. She repeats her face is off limits and if he is not happy with her back he can go back. He says I will go back but what about my front. She says your front is an affront to me, my back will say good bye to your front. and they go on and on and on, front back, back front, front front, back back, face, back, back, face... grrr, my head is spinning for a morning cup of chai.
I tip toe back to my house. its quiet. good, the 20 screaming little girls are gone. Peace at last.
I try to sleep but sleep eludes me. The angst and pain of two young people in their twenties bothers me. How long will they have to overact and under-perform for an imaginary insult. I don't have all the answers dammit. I am only a first aid box they might need on their first night.
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