Manu picked up his phone in the middle of an afternoon
meeting at work and was surprised to see several unanswered calls from Radha.
They had just moved to a new house, he was worried. He stepped out and called
back to find an extremely agitated but helpless Radha. She had spotted a swarm
of flies around the kitchen who did not relent even after she had tried a few
good measures suggested by her mother over phone. Manu did what he could over a
phone and got back to the meeting.
Radha had no comfort from time or the flies till Manu
returned just before dusk. Whether Radha was sulking more because of the flies
or because of Manu’s indifference to them was hard to tell. Manu started off
where he left at office and was lost in his laptop and work after a cup of
evening tea. Then a joyous cry from Radha forced him to get up to the kitchen
where Radha was very happy to see one or two of the last flies who were
hovering there.
‘Flies can’t see in the night’ said Manu, trying to sound
wise and comforting Radha.
‘Really?’ Radha was happy to see the flies disappear
regardless of the weird logic of Manu.
The rest of the evening and dinner was rather uneventful and
both were quite happy about the serenity of their new neighbourhood and their
own judgement. Manu did not realise when he slept off while watching the TV.
Radha was asleep in another room. He was awakened by a noisy din of something which
he was not sure was a part of his dream or present at their new house. He woke
up to find a swarm of flies fluttering intently over him.
Disgusted, he went to the bathroom, waving vigorously with a
cushion at the flies who seem to have scattered again. He almost gave out a cry
when he opened the bathroom door. Another bunch of flies were almost waiting to
pounce upon him. He somehow managed to get past them and get back to their
bedroom where Radha was fast asleep. He slowly got on to the bed and assured
that there were no visible things around the room, closed his eyes and tried to
get back to sleep. He could not.
He lifted one of his eyelids slowly to see if they had come
back from somewhere. Nothing. Then, he started to think – flies are generally
attracted to dirty things or exposed food items with strong odour, but the military
vigilance of Radha ensured there was nothing matching that description that
ever lay unattended, especially after moving into this new house.
Then an image of a dark old man with tattered clothes sitting
outside the general ward of a big city hospital with an exposed pink wound, waiting
for nurses to attend to him, came to his mind. He could remember that there
were several flies hovering around his wound and this man was waving with his
trembling hands at them switching between the two arms with great difficultly
as one arm was resting on the ground supporting his body. Manu could not still
be sure if he was racking his memory or this was another of the real life-like
dreams we have.
When he opened his eyes again to check, there were flies, large
in number but silent and they were almost suspended in the air. As if they were
already sitting on some wound. Whose wounds? And if there were any wounds either
of them were carrying, how did the flies know about them? These wounds are
certainly not visible.
