“Stop swinging your feet! How am I supposed to tie them if you don’t? No ? Okay, fine. Go tie them yourself today.” And she got up. He looked at the shoes, with their untied laces, wondering why couldn’t laces tie themselves up. Tired of peering down at them, he raised his head. Oh, there was the clock and the hands said he was running late. And he ran out, with the thoughts of having hands on a face made him queasy.
He could see his friends beside the broken wall. Almost there. And then, the jester of a lace tripped him. It wasn’t as if he never tripped, but he did not like to trip in front of others.
“Gooood morning Delhi! I am your host Yash and you’re listening to Suhana Safar on RadioMirchy 104.8 . What a week it has been! But with the corona virus, let us not forget to stay happy along with staying safe. And like always, I am here to play your favorite songs for you. And let’s start today’s journey to talk and share our favorite songs by taking up our first caller. Hello, who is this?”
“Hi sir. My name is ssssssssss.” “Hello?” “ssssssssssss.” “I think we lost out connection to the first caller. Moving on, we have our second caller. Hello?” “Hey! Hi ssssss.” And he flung his headset off. Everyone is the room was staring at him like he had hands on his face. Great, this is what he needed after just having started his morning with his fight. Here he comes to work, pretending to be chirpy like those dumb birds outside and he gets what?
“What the f**k is up? Why are we not able to connect to the callers?” “Yash, he is calling you in his office.”
He was being called. So he went. “Sir?” “Ah, yes, Yash. Come in, come in. I wanted to sssssssss” And Yash could see the man flapping his lips and twitching his facial muscles, but could not hear the words. And the man continued, raising his arm and turning his neck, and all Yash could manage to do was nod. What else do you do when you are rendered helpless to perform anything? He then floated out, to his room. “Yash?” “Yeah?” “You know, it sssssss ssssssss zzzzzzz ssssssss errrrrrrrrr emmmm ssssss” “Yeah.”
He arrived home. He was sitting, about to take his shoes off, wishing he could as easily take his mind off. They glitched – the shoes. Like a television losing signal and switching to static. “Yash?” He looked up. “sssssssss tttttttttttttt”, and soon there were glitches all over her, distorting her arms and adding voids to her cheeks. His confusion kept him occupied, but now that was not enough to contain his panic. And it exploded ; he fainted.
“Hey you okay?”, an alley scoundrel lifted him up by his arm. “Yeah, I just tripped.” He saw his friends had run away on seeing the big boy. Dumb f**ks. “Your laces are open.” “I know. My mother wouldn’t tie them for me.” “The world isn’t dying to tie your laces kid.” He bent down to help and continued, “You know, if you manage to connect yourself, you wouldn’t have a lot of trouble connecting things. Now you try the other one.”
“Yash? Yash? Baby? You okay?” He squinted his eyes open, propping himself up. “Yeah, I’m not okay actually. There’s some things I’ve been meaning to discuss for a long time.”