Oh… the cows are dancing, my husband is dancing, the meadows are dancing, the pink flower vase is dancing, the post office building is dancing, and I am also dancing …gorgeously! I cuddled up again inside the blanket, so loving the dream. The Dancing World… oh; it is so beautiful! Life is just perfect – colorful, grand and extravagant! How I wish if I really existed in a happy dancing world, where people forget all their worries and dance together in merry! Closing my eyes tight, smiling to myself …I absolutely loved the visuals!
…while he pulled my blanket and forcefully dragged me into the real, un-happening world! Totally annoyed, I rubbed my eyes and looked furiously at him! But I could only see his jaws move up and down! Huh?! Have I become deaf? Clearing my ears, I screamed at him, “Let us try to reach a consensus. Please let me know your problem. Why do you always hate to see me sleep peacefully?”
He smacked back, “Because, I am not interested in getting buried under the bricks. Are you getting out of the house now with me?”
Unable to make any sense out of it, I asked, “What? Kindly make your point clear.”
I could actually see his hair stand up and fumes come out of his ears. Still trying to stay calm, he said “Madam wifey, if you aren’t aware, the earth is wobbling right now… in scientific terms, it is called an earth quake. So, if you wish to live longer, I invite you outside of the house. Except you and me, the whole of New Zealand is presently outdoors”.
“Ente Karthaave…!”, I cried and panicked! “I have promised my ammachi that I would meet her this December to join the Palli-Perunnal with my valia-ammachi. I cannot afford to miss the gathering at any cost! Come on; what the hell are you waiting for? Run... fast… run!” In the next second, both of us joined the hundreds of desis and vi-desis on the road, in shock, looking at houses and shops tremble and crack!
In a few minutes, I realized that in 0 degree Celsius, I was standing below the dark sky in my night dress, at 1:30 a.m.! My feet were getting frozen and I tucked my hands into the pockets to feel the warmth. But it was all in vain. I felt my blood vessels also getting frozen and thought I would soon become a statue. Visualizing it for a sec – a statue wearing night pants with smiling Micky mouse all over and tees having Dhoni raise his cricket bat! Oh no… so, weird! And perhaps, people would name it, “The Statue of Frozen Looze”!
I told my husband, “Analyzing the situation, I think we are left with just 2 choices – either die in this unbearable chilliness or be prepared to get smashed under the bricks. I guess latter one would be the smart choice! At least that sounds very fancy! So honey, come… let’s go home and watch ‘Enthiran’! You never know, we might get better ideas!!”
As narrated by my very close friend Looze Baby; oops… I mean Liz Anto Cherry who currently resides in New Zealand with her husband.