The Parcel!

The Parcel!

Listening to an old song, Savita sat by the roadside window of her residence.

'Ham tere bin ab reh nahii sakte

Tere bina kyaa wajood meraa..'..went on the song.

She was also watching the scenes being staged on  the road.

Various dramatic scenes of automobiles caught the attention of hers. In multi-coloured array, vehicles-small, big and huge were rolling in various lines exhibiting their hurry to reach the destination. Sometimes some gigantic automobiles, breaking all the rules tried to fit itself in the narrow space left unoccupied. They created big traffic blocks turning the situation in chaos. Her mind would work out for solutions, all these just a time pass for her.

’Ding..Ding…’ She scurried for the phone.

“Hello!”

“Yes….”

“Madam. I am from the courier service, the way to your house?”

“O! From the National  high way,  turn to the N.P road and go straight, the dead end.”

After an hour a young man handed over a packet addressed in her name. It was a big one, sized somewhat 10’’x 10’’x 10’’.

“A parcel for me! What must be inside? A gift,  Who will send?”

 The exams were over by that time and so, she felt that the days were halcyon. Weather seemed to be comfortable, as the heat of the exam had subsided.  She wanted to open the packet in a furtive manner, though she had no information about any gift or giver.

Nosiness travelled over her hand to examine the content of that packet. So, she took the packet to her study and kept on the table above her 11th grade text books. She came out to survey the surroundings. Her hap had helped her. None was present there; mother was busy in her kingdom and father with his friend, news paper.

Ensuring the absence of others, she entered her world, the study room. She undid the packet to find a cardboard box. Inside that another packet, again inside another one and after unfastening three or four packets and wrappers she found a beautiful card at the bottom of the innermost box.

As she was about to haul it up from the cardboard box, a pair of hands masked her visage from behind. She under duress towed apart the hands and turned back in ire to see the person who irked her. It was Apurv, her babyhood friend, whose presence she always yearned for. No sooner did she hide the packet-box under a news paper lying there than he snatched it from her.

Despite all her resistance he seized the card from the packet. On the visible side there was a pretty painting.  She got annoyed with Apurv’s all these acts including his intrusion into her secrecy at that time. But her natural fervor forced her to look into it.

Apoorv turned the card, divulging the script on it, ‘April Fool!’

“Today is April 1st; somebody fooled you, sure,Savita.”

Suddenly something clicked her mind. With mirth on the face she said, “I know the person, come on, I’ll take you to him.”

  She turned the upper lobe of his ear in 360-degree and burst out into laughter, “You… devil! Used a pseudonym.”

Tickling hilarity filled the  room..