chyshafin

[chyshafin]

Dramatic days

For me, the news came as a shock. With a foreboding appearance, he stood in front of me, waiting for an answer. “Did you hear me? You are going to the dentist and that is final” He repeated in his garrulous voice. His words were like bullets, piercing through my body as I became aware of my impending doom.

The sinister face of my dentist flashed in front of my eyes while my father drove me to the dentist. With pure venom leaking out of my eyes, the dentist resembled the Loch Ness monster. His nose was flaring with broiling rage. Holding an ominous looking machine in my hand, the dentist would march towards me and pull my teeth out of my mouth. On any other day, I would have been cowering with fear, but this time, I had a plan.

As soon as I reached the dentist’s clinic, I leaped out of the car in excitement. My father  was dumbstruck by my sudden life of spirits. Little did he know about my saviour inside my pocket- my pet mouse.

As soon as I saw the female nurse in front of my father, telling him that the appointment would be in half an hour, my heart raced. With swift and dexterous movement, I took out the white mouse out of my pocket and gently released him from my grasp. Then began the hilarious chaos!

Upon seeing the mouse lurking on her feet, the nurse leaped up in the air, sending the paper flying on top of my father’s head. The male nurse, who was carrying a glass of water, splashed the doctor’s shirt, drenching him from head to toe. In spite of all these, the mouse was having fun. Swaying his body in a complicated dance, the mouse launched into another mission, not satisfied by the damage it had already committed. The whole hospital was shrieking like larks in a frenetic frenzy.

Broiling in anger, the doctor, while mopping his glasses, screamed towards the nurses,”What is the matter with you?” I was clutching my stomach, barely being able to control my laughter. However, in the middle of my flawless painting, I forgot my sole obstacle, my father. Hoisting himself up from a mountain of papers, he walked with heavy thuds behind me while I was busy watching the doctor’s mess like an amused spectator. He hauled my ears with immense force and said,”You had all your fun, now it is time to visit the dentist.” Adding icing to the cake, the dentist turned out to be the doctor my mouse had drenched.

I closed my eyes shut as the doctor walked towards me with the sinister machine. Before I could even scream in pain, I saw my tooth in a pink bowl filled with water. “Was the treatment over?”, I thought in surprise. The doctor, with an amiable smile spread across his face, pulled my cheeks and handed me a gigantic candy. What an equally exciting and intimidating day it had been!

Fire in the House

I sneezed as the acrid smell wafted into my room. A voice at the back of my head screamed ”Fire” but that thought was rejected before it could even register. Following a sudden urge, I sat up in my bed and leaned forward to get a clear view of the kitchen. There was no fire. So where was the caustic aroma coming from?

As questions grew in my mind,  so did the pungent stench. It became so strong that I could practically taste it. After a few seconds, realization struck me like a thunderbolt: it was the smell of burning plastic! My memory flashed a few days ago when the microwave oven malfunctioned and had to be unplugged. Had someone plugged it again by accident?

I dashed downstairs in time to see the sparks fly out of the oven. Before I could react, a huge spark caused the sparks to catch on the curtains. I stood rooted to the spot with alarm coursing through my mind. The fire blazed, travelling up the fabric and catching on any nearby flammable objects. Disoriented, I immediately thought of smothering the flame with curtains. It took my panic stricken self several seconds to realize that the only curtains in the room were the ones on fire!

Its flaring arms shot out in different directions, almost incinerating everything it touched. By then, my parents were already awake. My mother was on the phone trying to contact the fire department while my father helped me tame the fire. The fear was clear on all our faces; we were on the verge of losing our lives. Our attempts to lower the pyre which was almost licking the ceiling proved to be futile. My father ran out of the backdoor and returned a minute later with the garden hose. He fitted one end on the kitchen faucet while I pointed the other end at the flame. Water gushed out, but it seemed to have no effect on the over-growing inferno. It simply flapped higher and higher. The heat, savage and searing was unbearable.

After what seemed like an eternity, we could hear the sirens of the fire-trucks. We stumbled out of the house, drawing gulps of cool night air, while the firemen went to work. The heat could still be felt from yards away. I took a look at myself in the mirror in one of the trucks; my prized hair was sinked and my face was blackened with soot. In the corner, my parents were sitting gloomily. I walked up to them and said with a smile,”All's well that ends well, right?”

“Ends well?”My father looked up at me with a disbelieving face and spluttered incredulously, “We lost thousands of dollars in there! I hope the insurance covers them.”

I chuckled. “ But we walked out with our lives. I think that is more important, don’t you?” My father could not help but reluctantly agreed.

The Bus Ride

I stood on the concrete platform with a grin frozen on my face. I had anticipated this day for long and it had finally come; I was going to India. As a cool gentle breeze blew against my face, I watched the bus come out of the garage. The bus was freshly painted since it was gleaming underneath the sun. the conductor blew his whistle, signalling all the passengers to get on the bus. Without delaying further, I, along with the other passengers, climbed onto the bus and it set off.

The day appeared promising; the highway was clear and the sun was shining brightly in the azure sky- everything was perfect! I sat in the first row so that I could get a clear view. The seat was quite comfortable. It was padded with soft cushions which had beautiful patterns drawn over it. Staring at the window, the first thing I noticed was the birds. They were chirping merrily as if they sensed my joy, and expressed it themselves. Suddenly, one of the passengers took out a guitar and began to play. Within seconds, all the other passengers began to sing, including me. It was as if all of us were friends going on a journey together. I felt extremely glad.

Shortly afterwards, the bus came to a stop after reaching a village since it had to refuel. Most of the passengers were asleep. I pulled out the portable television to my seat, and scrolled through the channels available. Street vendors from the village came out with hopes of selling their products. I bought some local delicacies and returned to my television browsing. Finally , the bus had finished refuelling and it set off again. Slowly, the orange orb disappeared behind the horizon and the night fell. There was nothing much left for me to do, so I shoved my earphones into my ears and dozed off.

Suddenly, a jerk brought me back to reality. The bus stopped at a pit stop so that the passengers could refresh themselves. After finishing all my ablutions, I returned back to the bus where bad news lay in wait for me.

Our bus had broken down! With no other options left, we were transferred into a shabby, less designable bus. Ever since then, my trip has been going downhill. The new bus was much smaller in size which meant the seats were small as well. To make things worse, the seats were rock solid. I was beginning to regret going to India .

Finally, after 8 hours of an uncomfortable journey, I had reached my destination, India. I quickly jumped off the bus, and went to collect my bags where, yet another surprise lay in wait for me.

My bags were missing! I stormed out of the bus station learning a valuable lesson- never go to India on a bus! What started as a beautiful journey ended as the worst travel memory of my life.