The earthquake that hit Nepal, Tibet and parts of North-east India.
We, my sister and myself, were on our way to South City Mall in an auto-rickshaw, when our Dad called…
“We got hit by an earthquake!”
Judging by the tone of his voice *our ever jovial father =)* we presumed it was just one of those teeny tremors that we so often feel in the hills in and around Darjeeling.
“It was not much. A bottle broke though :/ You take care dears…Call if anything happens there..Take care..!”
Me and my sister reached the Mall and were joking about our father’s reaction.
“Can you believe he is actually worried about the broken bottle..!”
“Ha ha! That’s sooo ‘Dad‘…hey hunt for a place to sit will ya. I’ll go order pizza.”
“K! Get something chicken for me!”
“Cannibal !! :p “
” :p “
As it was a Sunday, there was practically no place to sit. Every seat was occupied, so, I left my sister to do the waiting *for the seats* and I found my place behind an extremely long line of fellow Pizza Hut-ers.
Finally, after a wait of almost 10 minutes, I reached the counter. The attendant was busy chatting away with a man who apparently lived in one of the posh flats of the South City franchise *humph! lucky rich bloke*.
Impatient as I was, he gave no indication whatsoever that a customer was standing right in front of him, waiting to indulge in the unhealthy OTT calorie-packed grubs they had to offer.
I caught flashes of their conversation…
“…Pepsi all over the floor….electric short-circuit….you feel it..?”
“Ha ha! I guess its an advantage living up so high from the ground..Didn’t feel a thing! My friends on the lower levels complained I had the greater life! Hahaha!”
*okaaaaay…so you are filthy rich..you own one of the top-level flats…you have the greater life..! Got it! Now…can I pleeeeeease place an order!!!*
“Excuse me! Can you take my order..?”
“OK Sir! We hope you won’t get jinxes from your low-level flat friends!
Have a good night sir!……..Yes..”
*Oh! So I’m not invisible after all..!*
“Ya..could I have a……”
Empty Pizza boxes, empty cola glasses, crushed used-up napkins…..yup! We were done eating!
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