Lies of the ‘Devil’

It’s been three weeks since the devil came to Delhi. Every day I open the newspaper, my eyes would narrow down to the news about the devil that has terrorized the city. From what was ten in number to a thousand now, a sense of fear engulfed me. I had witnessed a sign that incited certain thoughts I dreaded the most. I had to make the decision sooner before the devil would devour me too.

So I decided to visit that one place I thought would help me get rid of the demon. While I was walking down the street, I read a sign board that hung on the gate which read “Beware of the Devil”. I stopped to read again. But no, it was not the devil. “It can’t be”, I thought .What was wrong with me? What was in my mind that had driven me crazy was something that I had to figure out. Then I finally reached the building and entered a small dimly lit room. I sat in one corner of the room looking at the huge clock on the wall. The sound of the clock ticking reminded me of the stillness in the room. Below it on the table was an open can of still water, in which the basis of my fear resided. The clock showed 4.30 and someone called me into that room. A person with a very deep voice invited me in further instilling my fear and anxiety within. I told him about the Devil- the mosquito bite on my leg. Hoping he wouldn’t say what I was worried of, the Doctor at Mi gave a broad smile and said “Not to worry young lady”. That very next minute the devil in my head vanished. I had not contracted Dengue...Phew! Thanking the doctor, I walked back and crossed the same sign board that had scared me earlier. It now read “Beware of Dogs”. Laughing my lungs out, I walked home that evening in peace.