shrekgirl113 (shrekgirl113) wrote in india_writing,
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the laugh that almost ended it all

hey guys, this is a short story that i wrote some time ago....and so if you're looking for something fresh and bizarre/ though it may be highly amateurish/ -this is the stuff for you-this is the beginning bit, read it and if you guys find it interesting enough i'ill post the next bit!!!!!

THE LAUGH THAT ALMOST ENDED IT ALL

“Some biscuits, beta?”

Offering a plate studded with Hide-and-Seek biscuits, I stared at my daughter as she sat coyly by her supposed future husband. Seated gracefully, wearing a pretty chiffon sari and a docile expression, Radha looked every inch of the bride-to-be. I murmured a silent prayer to God-please let everything turn out right this time.

Then Mr. Shetty said, “Bhai sahib, we are the progressive type. How about this: you tell us about your glass factory business while my son and your daughter can spend some time alone-you know, breaking the ice and all…” He grinned slyly at his son and his future daughter-in-law.

A quiet tête-à-tête? No way, absolutely not, nothing doing, downright impossible.

 “But, Mister Shetty, is it necessary? The kids can talk here as well-”

 “Bhai Sahib, we want them to spend some time together.”

“But-” “No buts, ji, now, let’s go and inspect that beautiful rose blooming in your lawn. Bhai sahib, you’re gardener must be a jewel. ” Ushered unceremoniously out of my own house, I turned back to give Radha a desperate, hopeless sort of look. Please don’t muck it up.                                                  
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I was standing in the lawn, pretending to be charmed out my wits by the ‘blooming rose’ while I kept an eye on Radha’s back, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation taking place in the sitting room. The Shetty kid was saying:

 “And will you believe it, the hypocritical drone just went on about how we’ve to save the environment and…”

 I turned around to focus on his parents. Radha breathlessly asked:

 “Well, so what did you do?”

 “Oh, you have no idea how bored I was. I nearly split my face yawning.”

No. No, no, no. Hardly funny. No humor at all. Radha, don’t laugh. Please, just smile a bit. Do Not Laugh.

 A raucous peal of laughter floated out of the window. The glass shattered to pieces as this unholy burst of mirth rolled around like a crashing train, screeched like a chalk on a blackboard, and wiped off the Shetty boy’s grin in a single, effortless try.
“Oops, I am sorry, But, that was just hil-hil-hilarious!” cried Radha, before re-dissolving into crashing-train, screeching-chalk, jarring giggles that spurred the Shetty boy to quit the room, collect his frozen parents from the lawn and dash for the car.

I looked at my attractive chiffon sari-clad daughter who had now quit laughing and was staring, drearily onto the ground. Shaking my head sadly, I wondered if Radha would ever get married.
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