Z for Zero-sum (Part I)

Freida Dantas stepped out of the queue to look around. The machine wasn’t that far from here–only a few hundred more. She looked behind. The queue went on for as long as she could see. She too had started from the end of the queue many hours ago. The machine took only a second to judge, so the queue had kept moving continuously. But she worried if there were more hopefuls in the queue than seconds in a day. She had been queueing up religiously for her pronouncement every day since she had died.

She’d learned of the system the day she had arrived at the purgatory. Learned is probably not the best word to describe the process. She had woken up in the purgatory a week ago knowing about it instinctively, with no recollection of her prior life. She knew exactly when and where to queue up for the machine. The machine would tell her if it was her time to ascend to the heaven yet. She’d witnessed thousands of ascensions on her first day. The ascendants one after the other had stood under the

How not to meet your girlfriend's parents

    "So how did it go?"
    "Why yaar? Your dad started with his war stories again?"
    "I wish!"
    "Vinay did something stupid, isn't it?"
    "Yea... Well... Kinda."
    "What happened?"
    "Well... You know how nervous Vinay was about meeting my dad, right?"
    "Un.. Hunh.. Yea."
    "Well... He was sweating even before he got here. So when he reached, he went for the faucet in our back garden to wash his face."
    "And... it was a trap."
    "Your father knew he was coming?"
    "No. I mean an actual real-waala trap. Dad set it up for the vermin. Vinay got his toe stuck in the trap."
    "And then?"
    "And then what? Vinay started screaming and yelping. And you know my dad... He got his pistol out. When Vinay saw the pistol, he started wailing on the ground like we were the Al Qaeda or something. We had to take him to the clinic."
    "Like... seriously?"
    "Seriously! The very first time my dad sees him, he's crying!", she says, "What a wuss!"
    Both of them laugh.
    "Why are you even marrying him?"
    She smiles. "Well... He's kinda cute," she says, "and rich too," and winks.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
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