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That night after we returned from dinner, she dug out a small address book from a bag that I have never seen her open. She had the phone by her side while she pored through the scribbles in the book. Just before lifting the receiver, she looked at me and said, “Can I have some time to myself, please?”
I left the room.
“Mr. Jacob, please,” I heard her say.
“This is Nisha,” and after a pause she said in an irritated tone, “your daughter, who else?”
(pause)
“Well, I want something from you.”
(pause)
“Yes. It is money…why else would I call you…? You realise you did not spend a paisa of dowry for me, don’t you. While you gave away fifty lakhs plus house plus car for Neena, you gave me nothing…You got yourself a son-in-law for nothing.”
(pause)
“So what if she married a ‘good Catholic boy of your choosing’. So what if I eloped! I eloped because I could. I was pretty, that’s why. And she could not because she was ugly. I am also your daughter. I too deserve what I should rightfully get. So what if my husband wasn’t a Catholic! (her voice is raised) He is an Engineer, from a very well to do family. He could have easily got twice that much from his community…”
(pause)
“What do you mean, you don’t have money?! I have been tracking you ever since you and Ammachi separated…Only the other day I saw your contented mug in the Dubai Lions Club web page, with that whore you’re living with…Hello…Hello…Shit!”
I heard her key the number again.
“I know he doesn’t want to talk to me…Just tell him that if he doesn’t talk to me now, his fellow Lions will be roaring with laughter seeing pictures of their President Lion rollicking in the nude with three Kodambakkam pussies…Yes I’ll wait.”
(pause)
“I don’t care what you call this…Blackmail or whatever…I want what is rightfully mine…once I get it, I won’t bother you…No, I can’t give you my word…Well, that is how it is. Take it or leave it…Hundred thousand US dollars…No, I am not crazy…look, I know it’s peanuts for you…LOOK, I AM YOUR DAUGHTER, MAN. A DAUGHTER YOU’VE FORSAKEN. OF A WIFE YOU’VE ABANDONED…” her voice was shaking.
(pause)
“I’ll send you my account number by email tonight…okay.”
On the second day in spite of Nisha informing me that she had sent my account details to her father, my heart skipped a beat seeing my account balance with so many zeroes at the end of it.
“Buy a car for thirty thousand,” she remarked studying my passbook, “keep another ten thousand in your account and transfer the rest to my account, which I opened in POSB today…I am going to do some courses…expensive ones…computer…MBA…and then let’s see what I can achieve.”
**************END OF CHAPTER 2**************
Lookout for Chapter 3 -- Mental Fundamental
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For reading the first chapter, you may download it in Acrobat PDF format from here (Click here!)
If you like my writing, please help me popularise my blog--please recommend it to your friends.
If you happen to be a literary agent/publisher (or someone who can help me get my Book published) and feel my writing has potential, I would be forever grateful if you could contact me through my website www.harismind.com
Now for the latest instalment....
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That night after we returned from dinner, she dug out a small address book from a bag that I have never seen her open. She had the phone by her side while she pored through the scribbles in the book. Just before lifting the receiver, she looked at me and said, “Can I have some time to myself, please?”
I left the room.
“Mr. Jacob, please,” I heard her say.
“This is Nisha,” and after a pause she said in an irritated tone, “your daughter, who else?”
(pause)
“Well, I want something from you.”
(pause)
“Yes. It is money…why else would I call you…? You realise you did not spend a paisa of dowry for me, don’t you. While you gave away fifty lakhs plus house plus car for Neena, you gave me nothing…You got yourself a son-in-law for nothing.”
(pause)
“So what if she married a ‘good Catholic boy of your choosing’. So what if I eloped! I eloped because I could. I was pretty, that’s why. And she could not because she was ugly. I am also your daughter. I too deserve what I should rightfully get. So what if my husband wasn’t a Catholic! (her voice is raised) He is an Engineer, from a very well to do family. He could have easily got twice that much from his community…”
(pause)
“What do you mean, you don’t have money?! I have been tracking you ever since you and Ammachi separated…Only the other day I saw your contented mug in the Dubai Lions Club web page, with that whore you’re living with…Hello…Hello…Shit!”
I heard her key the number again.
“I know he doesn’t want to talk to me…Just tell him that if he doesn’t talk to me now, his fellow Lions will be roaring with laughter seeing pictures of their President Lion rollicking in the nude with three Kodambakkam pussies…Yes I’ll wait.”
(pause)
“I don’t care what you call this…Blackmail or whatever…I want what is rightfully mine…once I get it, I won’t bother you…No, I can’t give you my word…Well, that is how it is. Take it or leave it…Hundred thousand US dollars…No, I am not crazy…look, I know it’s peanuts for you…LOOK, I AM YOUR DAUGHTER, MAN. A DAUGHTER YOU’VE FORSAKEN. OF A WIFE YOU’VE ABANDONED…” her voice was shaking.
(pause)
“I’ll send you my account number by email tonight…okay.”
On the second day in spite of Nisha informing me that she had sent my account details to her father, my heart skipped a beat seeing my account balance with so many zeroes at the end of it.
“Buy a car for thirty thousand,” she remarked studying my passbook, “keep another ten thousand in your account and transfer the rest to my account, which I opened in POSB today…I am going to do some courses…expensive ones…computer…MBA…and then let’s see what I can achieve.”
**************END OF CHAPTER 2**************
Lookout for Chapter 3 -- Mental Fundamental
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(To be continued...)
