THE DEMONIC EMAIL
After phenomenal success in his first
mission, Pingo took a decision to never stop fighting for justice, peace and
unrestricted consumption of Dhoklas. Truth be told, he quite liked all the
publicity and fanfare he was getting after busting a dhokla drug trading ring.
Numerous interviews, autograph signings and inauguration ceremonies dotted his
calendar. He received widespread acclaim
in both Gujarat and in his hometown, Delhi. But there was something missing-
the look of happiness in his grandfather's face. Pingo expected him to light up
or something, but every since he arrived in Gujarat to collect him after
receiving news of his success, he seemed oddly unsettled. A dark frown was
there on his face instead of a big smile. Pingo decided to not let that foul
his mood.
Days passed, weeks went by, several
training sessions went by and the heroic incident of Pingo soon faded away into
a distant memory. One day, Pingo was exercising in the Gym. Since he wasn't an
ordinary boy, he wasn't just physically training. As he treadmilled, he was
listening to science programmes on the radio, designed to make anyone smarter.
“Light, as popularly believed, does not
only travel in the form of a wave. Dr. Einstein famously discovered the
photoelectric effect in which he argued that light travels in packets of energy
called a photon. He won a Nobel prize for his work.”
Pingo hardly paid attention to it, mostly
because that wasn't the only thing he was doing. He was also solving Sudoku, a Japanese
mathematical puzzle, in his Smartphone that was gifted to him by the Gujarat
government. And he was munching on Tandoori Chicken.
Suddenly, as he was completing his puzzle,
something odd happened. He heard a beep. Checking his notification bar, he saw
that he had got an e-mail from a
mysterious person named “Asonji XX”. This irked Pingo's curiosity as most of
the emails he got were promotional emails. He opened it and read. His face
turned pale and blank. Fear clutched him hard, and he felt terrified. He
dropped the chicken and the phone an got off the treadmill. He ran as fast as
he could to his grandfather, who was quite surprisingly pacing about.
“So you got the message too,” Grandfather
said in a heavy tone. “We're off to America.
Can’t keep you safe here.”
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