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My four-month-old onion.

By: shahidis | Posted Feb 02, 2009 | prose | 588 Views | (Updated Feb 02, 2009 09:58 PM)

What else should have I expected from you except a good taste when I brought you after a petty bargain?To tell you the truth, well I am sorry for not telling you before, why did I bring your home? Infact, I was not sure myself how was I going to consume you.You know I like salads. You saw some of your mates being chopped in front of you right? Haven’t you? And also, many people put you in grilling machines and make paste out of you; some people roast you on grilling rods. Sorry for being little cruel myself, but I had no choice you see. I tried my best to be humble with each one of your mates, but it's all fated. I was hungry. Tell me, if you were hungry wouldn’t u have eaten me? Choices. Choices. Well I agree you could have spared me for you might have had other choices. But with me its different,I f**king like your race. It fills me. I do have certain dislikes, so you can't say I am biased. I do not like the pungent smell and you tend to trick people with layers above you. Oh, I forgot. Don’t you remember me crying while I was cutting throats of your people? I did feel sorry; I was left with no choice. I had to do this.


Well, enough of self-immolation and guilty consciousness.Am happy to see you today. You never noticed but I have been checking you out once in a while for four months. You have reduced little bit of weight. You were lonely too. Rest of your friends perished to soon, m still figuring out what made you live so long alone in the basket.


You were tough, I thought you will disintegrate,but four month is a long time aan! You were not like others who succumb to weather and peer pressure. I like you for this. Hey you also fought rodents and roaches. They also share my taste but I have no compassion for them. You remember when I killed ‘em mercilessly. Aren’t you proud of me for saving you from them? And what is this stupid plant-like thing growing on your head. Are you stressed? Are you diseased? I don’t think so; everything seems fine except you have dried a bit. Your skin seems to have developed wrinkles. You need some water? No, its bad for you, you are allergic to this. I have seen many of your people been thrown out of sacks every morning I pass by the market. They all seem wet and stinky.


Why you still here? You like this place? You like the paintings hanging on my wall? I guess, you like me too. It's interesting to see this coz I know you fear me too, coz you never know when I will feel hungry again. I have some confession to make. 2 months back when some guests came over to my place, they were hungry and wanted some freshly cut chunks to go with marinated chicken. I did put a drape over you and left some space open so that you could hide and breathe. Don’t ask me why did I do that, I just can say that you looked innocent lying on the slab.


Now I know, why are you looking at me in wonder?Chuck it. Now its time for you to roam free, but do take care. Loneliness has its own advantages. Remember that. Outside, there will be many hungry souls waiting with sharp blades. But then, you have to fight for yourself. Wait wait wait! You know, I know better what its like outside. It’s better if you stay. But I myself won’t be staying here for long. You want me to take you along? hmmmmm.I shall see to it but for now, I will find you a better place.


I picked up the onion. Kept on a shelf above. The shelf was slat and the onion rolled. It fell. And there was no sound. It was blank. Silent. I picked it up again from the floor. It was weightless. Fearless.Lifeless.


I peeled it. And all I could do is peel skin over skin, skin over skin, till it vanished.


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