The Blue Maruti - II
Please read Part I to recap..
Kawal was having a good time by the stream. He emptied the contents of the Mirinda bottle, washed it many times smelling it each time. Satisfied, he finally held the narrow head of the plastic bottle upstream and the clear water smoothly flowed in the bottle. He drank it slowly, his legs moving slowly in the water. The lingering taste of the orange carbonated beverage only made the water sweeter. He gulped full 500 ml. Then he got up and filled his bottle one last time. He didn’t care to straighten his sleeves or jeans, as he made his way back to his wrongly parked vehicle. It was a hot afternoon. He turned the key and the engine spluttered to life. In neutral he revved up the engine. With the engine running, he got out, walked up to the hood and raised it. The radiator cap was hot but he managed to unscrew it. Carefully he poured the water. The viscosity of the green coolant had increased due to loss of water and vapours came out hissing as the water mixed with the coolant. He waited for a few minutes. Now man and radiator, both had quenched their thirst. It was time to move on. It was time for the breakdown.
Kawal coasted along swerving left, right to avoid the broken road. Second gear then third. He was almost there, midway between Hindon and Mandrail. The wind had picked up slightly. He swerved right to avoid a dead cat which was mincemeat, but he managed to hit a crow which tried to unsuccessfully evade the oncoming vehicle. It broke its wing and fell down screaming with agony. The other black avians jumped in the air and croaked with fervor at their maimed brethren’s assaulter diminishing in size down the road. The road had a bend ahead, a rather sharp and steep one. Kawal slowed down, blew the horn and neatly negotiated the turn. As he looked at the straight stretch of freshly laid tar he spotted a car standing some 50 mts ahead.
It was a blue Maruti.
to be continued...
Kawal was having a good time by the stream. He emptied the contents of the Mirinda bottle, washed it many times smelling it each time. Satisfied, he finally held the narrow head of the plastic bottle upstream and the clear water smoothly flowed in the bottle. He drank it slowly, his legs moving slowly in the water. The lingering taste of the orange carbonated beverage only made the water sweeter. He gulped full 500 ml. Then he got up and filled his bottle one last time. He didn’t care to straighten his sleeves or jeans, as he made his way back to his wrongly parked vehicle. It was a hot afternoon. He turned the key and the engine spluttered to life. In neutral he revved up the engine. With the engine running, he got out, walked up to the hood and raised it. The radiator cap was hot but he managed to unscrew it. Carefully he poured the water. The viscosity of the green coolant had increased due to loss of water and vapours came out hissing as the water mixed with the coolant. He waited for a few minutes. Now man and radiator, both had quenched their thirst. It was time to move on. It was time for the breakdown.
Kawal coasted along swerving left, right to avoid the broken road. Second gear then third. He was almost there, midway between Hindon and Mandrail. The wind had picked up slightly. He swerved right to avoid a dead cat which was mincemeat, but he managed to hit a crow which tried to unsuccessfully evade the oncoming vehicle. It broke its wing and fell down screaming with agony. The other black avians jumped in the air and croaked with fervor at their maimed brethren’s assaulter diminishing in size down the road. The road had a bend ahead, a rather sharp and steep one. Kawal slowed down, blew the horn and neatly negotiated the turn. As he looked at the straight stretch of freshly laid tar he spotted a car standing some 50 mts ahead.
It was a blue Maruti.
to be continued...
Labels: short story, The Blue Maruti
3 comments
It was a blue maruti or the blue maruti??? i am dying to read the rest...
and shudders @ "The other black avians jumped in the air and croaked with fervor at their maimed brethren’s assaulter".......reminds moi of Birds (Hitchcock's) and Omen simultaneously!!!
Will reserve my comments for the last part when you introduce The Blue Maruti.
Please conclude the story soon, the suspense is killimg me!!
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