The dosas were crisp, they were hot and steaming. Awesome. The batter just the right consistency. Did you use the wild brown rice? Babita exclaimed excitedly. The batter had that brownish red tinge to it. "Ya...." said Seema sounding bored and non committal. The fact is she was glad the bandage was not visible. Last night was awful. She didn't use knife to stir the batter usually, it was just a mistake, she was working on the batter when he came in and attacked her. the first blow on her wrist, slashed it a little but missed her veins... This was her kitchen, she knew where the knives were kept. She plunged her knife into his gut several times and then got back to the dosa batter, and that is when by mistake some of the red on the knife dripped in the batter.
She still had a task at hand. If Babita had not barged into her house so early in the morning she would have been out in the wilderness, trying to dump the assailants limp corpse. She had been too busy last night to drop it off. No one disturbed her when she was cooking. She had dumped the body in the car's boot and gone back to doing what she was doing.
This was an old bungalow. In the midst of a large piece of land. An orchard at the back and a huge lawn in the front. Seema first debated burying the corpse in the orchard. But she did not want her fruits to be sullied by the assailant's bodily remains. She felt it was negative Feng-Shui.
She decided that the mushy forest near her home was more apt for the task.
Babita dropped a bomb at Seema when she least expected. "I need to borrow your car Seema. It is urgent, I have an interview, I cannot miss it and my car has conked."
"NO," Seema screamed inadvertently. "No you can't take my car, it has a break problem. You might get into trouble." Seema saved the situation barely.
"Okay Seema. I am leaving." Said Babita, quite abruptly, without putting up a fight. That was surprising, but Seema did not want to rake it up and again have her asking for the car!
She did not notice Babita stealthily picking up the car key on her way out. She heard it when it was too late. The car was leaving the driveway.
She picked up the phone, "Hello Police, I want to report the theft of my car... Some time last evening...yes please note licence plate number is KA...."
She did not know it would be so easy!
She still had a task at hand. If Babita had not barged into her house so early in the morning she would have been out in the wilderness, trying to dump the assailants limp corpse. She had been too busy last night to drop it off. No one disturbed her when she was cooking. She had dumped the body in the car's boot and gone back to doing what she was doing.
This was an old bungalow. In the midst of a large piece of land. An orchard at the back and a huge lawn in the front. Seema first debated burying the corpse in the orchard. But she did not want her fruits to be sullied by the assailant's bodily remains. She felt it was negative Feng-Shui.
She decided that the mushy forest near her home was more apt for the task.
Babita dropped a bomb at Seema when she least expected. "I need to borrow your car Seema. It is urgent, I have an interview, I cannot miss it and my car has conked."
"NO," Seema screamed inadvertently. "No you can't take my car, it has a break problem. You might get into trouble." Seema saved the situation barely.
"Okay Seema. I am leaving." Said Babita, quite abruptly, without putting up a fight. That was surprising, but Seema did not want to rake it up and again have her asking for the car!
She did not notice Babita stealthily picking up the car key on her way out. She heard it when it was too late. The car was leaving the driveway.
She picked up the phone, "Hello Police, I want to report the theft of my car... Some time last evening...yes please note licence plate number is KA...."
She did not know it would be so easy!
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