An Accidental Meeting
I was walking down the lane minding my business,suddenly I heard a loud screech, it brought me back to reality. I turned around to see who was making such an ugly noise, and there a few yards from me was a giant monster. He resembled Sasquatch.My heart was pounding fiercely thinking this creature would take me by my neck and kill me. I turned and kept running and breathing hard, fear made me run faster without looking where I was going. There was a loud crash! I bumped into a trolley carrying fruits and vegetables. The contents went flying and I was hit by a flying potato . Before I opened my mouth,I heard a shrill voice.
“Hey you stupid moron where do you think you’re going so fast,Use your eyes, look what you’ve done, all my produce is scattered everywhere, it’s hundreds of dollars worth of fruits and vegetables I was going to the market to sell.”
“I’m sorry miss, I thought that giant beast would kill me.”
“What giant beast are you talking about, I don’t see anything here?”
“I swear I saw it, it was only a few yards from me, I had to save myself, so I ran.”
“Are you hallucinating, what kind of drugs are you on?” She said.
I never take drugs,why does she think I do,immediately I remembered my friend Harry gave me a cup of coffee ,I drank it and was on my way to see my aunt. As I was walking I felt uneasy, I had no idea what was happening to me, I hope Harry didn’t intentionally add something in my coffee, could he, nah he wouldn’t, last time he pulled a gruesome prank on his sister,he was grounded for a week . I told myself maybe the excitement to see Aunt Hilda after so long is the reason.
“Listen here buddy stop daydreaming and help me pick up whatever we can salvage,” she said.
“Okay, I really am sorry, I am Kevin, what’s your name?”
“My name is Sangita, I live close-by, my Mom sent me to the market to sell these,How will I tell her more than half of the produce is ruined,come with me so you can tell her it’s your fault.”
I had no choice I agreed to go,I thought I’ll apologize to her mom. She turned out to be an exceptionally kind lady, she wanted me to have lunch with them, she cooked some delicious vegetables and served it with Naan. After lunch I thanked them before leaving and promised to see them soon.
Months passed after that incidence I forgot about Sangita and her mother.
I met them again in a shopping mall, where I went to get something for my aunt. After checking in at the drug store, I bumped into the mother and daughter , I made excuses why I didn’t visit, but my voice didn’t sound convincing enough, Sangita’s mother came to my aid, she said she understood kids like me have a million things to do and he only met them once,it was too much to expect him to remember them.
Her sweet words made me feel guilty, I at once volunteered to go to their house. Sangita’s mom was happy, but her daughter was not. I went with them to their house, Sangita was quiet I wanted to win her over and talked about my latest invention, the black hole. She was not interested.
An hour later Sangita’s Mom brought a tray full of samosas for me. These tasty treats made my mouth water. I had an urge to grab the tray and start eating,I checked myself this was only my second day I should not be greedy.
Sangita sensed how eager I was to eat she brought the tray close I was about to take one but she turned around so fast the tray with the treats flew from her hand and struck her mother who was coming with a cup of tea, the cup with the hot tea fell on the floor, the broken pieces and the tea made a mess on the floor her Mom slipped and fainted . I called the ambulance within minutes the paramedics came Sangita’s mother and I were on our way to the hospital.
Sangita sat on the floor. She waited for someone to tell her what to do next.
This is my submission for speakeasy #150
word count: 733
Thank you for this story which contains so many varied twists and turns. I like it, as it contains *life*, that is, all the many feelings we all experience, from fear and guilt, to gratefulness and kindness, all of which continue to change from moment to moment, from experience to experience.
All good wishes,
Thank you so much for your comment. I wrote this a couple of days ago.
I wasn’t sure it was worthy enough to be published. Your comment gives me hope.
Robert you are a great person I am happy to know you.
I am delighted to read your comment,Robert.
This is terrific, Ranu! Such a huge story told in less than 750 words – very impressive! Poor Kevin, looks like he might carry trouble with him wherever he goes!
Thank you so much Aisha for your comment I really appreciate it.
Kevin does seem accident prone! It’s interesting how a chance meeting can affect our lives, and change our path just like that.
Thank you Janna,I am pleased to read your comment.
It does sometimes, thanks for stopping by.
I feel for the poor guy! He can’t seem to catch a break. I hope everything turns out all right for Sangita and her mother. There’s quite a bit of energy here, sort of like a comic book what with all the scenes and action.
Thank you Estheria.
I’d love to know what happens next. You’ve packed so much into such a short space. Well done!
Thank you for reading my story,Tinsen.
So much in just 750 lines! Wonderful job…Thanks for sharing
Thank you Nabanita for taking time to read it.
Ha!ha!This was funny-poor,clumsy ,forgetful Kevin-no wonder Sangita does not like him ;-)Good one Ranu:-)
Thank you Atreyee, I almost didn’t want to enter,then thought it will be fun to do so.
Amaar kautha hetha keu toh bolena kaurey shudhu meechhey kola hol. Lovely song of Robi Thakur,isn’t it?
Ha!ha!So true but ei duniya ta i orokom-kajer belae kaji,kaaj furolei paaji, 😉
Kauthata koto shotti.
Is your tea still brewing?
It continues to till I pour it out 😉
The tea must be really strong.
Yes,love it that way ,lol!
Me too with thick milk,it’s Yummy.
Absolutely :-)Actually today I made “payesh” and now “gajraila” is cooking-should be ready in another 30 mins but I have to keep going to the kitchen to stir it-10 more mins -then I will have to stand and fry-both these desserts are my specialty and it takes long hours on slow fire-I had started it at 7.45p.m and it is now 11.45p.m here-the payesh took about 2.30 mins-hubby has gone off to sleep while bitiya rani is still reading and voting-should be here in another 10 mins-has college tomorrow:-)
And both are yum.
Oh yes,specially if one has a sweet tooth-and all of mine are-sweet teeth I mean,lol!
Mine too but I control by not making sweets,if I do I give it away immediately.
Ha!ha!That’s cool 🙂 I make gajraila only once a year-in winter,usually it is Dec but this time there were some unavoidable reasons and I could not do it earlier so..and payesh I made cos hubby was in a mood and he brought the extra milk too:-) I had only one spoon-to taste the sweetness 😉
Is gajraila made with carrots?
Is gajraila made with carrots?
Lovely story filled with myriad emotions and situations 🙂
Thank you for reading.
I love it when the characters come to life in front of my eyes!
You did just that 🙂
Thank you very much I appreciate reading your comment.
This is such a charming story, Ranu! I could picture Kevin and Sangita perfectly. Wonderfully done! 🙂
Thank you Suzanne.
I liked how the characters were brought to life with your words. Lovely story!
Thank you Kathy, I appreciate your comment.
My pleasure Kathy.
Creative, Ranu! I like the characterization.
Thank you, Natalie.