The Holy Mission

The pressure was killing him, but he had a job to do.

All around him, he could see his friends, going about doing their business indiscriminately, without worrying about where they were doing it. But Rahul was different. He looked upon his work as a mission of God, that he had been born to fulfill.

And so, even though he had been feeling an urgent need to relieve himself for quite some time now, Rahul did not give in to the temptation. He HAD to find just the right spot.

He moved like the wind, looking for an appropriate target.

He saw a dry field, with a poor farmer sitting by the sidelines, but passed it by. “Mehhhh”, he thought, “Too socialist, Jai Jawaan Jai Kisaan types, let my friends handle it, my destiny is different.”

The next stop was a bunch of poor kids, playing football in the field. “I hate kids,” he muttered to himself, “They just muck about the whole day doing nothing. Let one of the others take care of them.”

And then he saw her.

Standing under a porch, long, lustrous hair flowing in the wind, eyes so blue that they could put the Mediterranean to shame, and when he saw what she was wearing, he knew that he had arrived at his destination.

She saw him then, and stepped out from the protection of the porch, enticing him, inviting him.

And as Rahul, the cloud, started a personalized rain shower for the girl in the white chiffon Saree, he looked above for a moment. From his resting place in the seventh heaven, Yash Chopra smiled, and doffed his hat in acknowledgement of a job well done.

Rahul’s mission for his God was a success!


About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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