SEASON 1
THE AUNT IN AGONY
THE AUNT IN AGONY
The name’s Pingo. Just Pingo. A Gujarati by heart and living in Delhi, he heard a
shout from his aunt, his legal guardian. He had been born in a Gujarati
traveling circus to fat Guajarati aerobats. While traveling to Delhi, a lion
that was fond of Gujarati food had eaten his parents up. Alone and lonely, his
aunt had taken him in. That was the same aunt who was calling him down to treat
him to some scolding and beating, if his luck was down which it always was. In
the twelve years he’d stayed with his aunt he’d got beaten once every week.
Still, he loved her.
He found his aunt sitting cross-legged before a tray of
Tandoori chicken. His heart suddenly gave a jump and his craving began.
“Is it for me?”
“No. its for the dog. Come Busa, have it.” The fat
salivating dog gulped it down. Pingo’s craving became intolerable now. His
muscles flexed and his rage blackened his face. His emotions got uncontrollable
and he suddenly felt weak and sick. His energy started waning and seemed to
drain from his body. His red faced aunt with long hair started coughing. Pingo
stared at her very intensely. He started shivering as the aunt coughed and
coughed. A moment later she collapsed.
“Why are you doing this?” she said weakly.
“The chicken. You
know I can’t control my craving for Tandoori chicken. Why did you it?”
“You left mud stains in my kitchen again. That was your
punish…” She stopped talking.
Next was the dog.
Pingo knew about the police and that he’d be arrested and
tortured. So many policemen would be
difficult to tackle, even with his superpower. Collecting his cat, Dert, he
left home regretting what he did.
Or maybe it was hunger for Tandoori Chicken.
