Untied...

Raji was walking by the deserted road. Another dull evening it seemed. No vehicles were seen, not even in the horizons. The sun was gleaming from behind the coconut trees, its shadow looking like a thin headed medusa. Three miles to destination… Legs were paining. Exhaustion took over. She stood there and looked around.
Now she saw a van in the horizons. She waited there with the hope of getting a lift to her destination. But she did not let out her hand asking for a lift. But the van stooped by her side. This was not the first time that a vehicle stopped by her side to ask the route to some where.
Now the backdoor opened. A man with a dirty stichmark on his chin and a wicked grin on his twisted lips, knocked her in and closed the door. Neither did she get time to think nor did he give her time to speak out. He tied a piece of black cloth around her face. Then he struggled and succeeded to tie her hands up. She started kicking around with as much power as she could exert. This annoyed the driver of the van as most of the kicks were on his head.
He cried out “Tie her legs too. Mac”
The other cried out “Never mind. She is treating you like a football and me like Zidane did with Materazzi.”
“Whatever be it. If u don’t tie her up I will just leave the vehicle. I can’t drive right when some one considers my head as a football !”
“Isn’t it?”
“Don’t insult me. I will break our partnership.”
“Oh!!! I dare you to do it. I know how to drive. I know how to get money from her parents and if in the future you come begging for money I will kick you out.”
“But what if you get caught?”
“I will tell your name too”
“OK.Am not leaving. We are partners in the business! We shouldn’t be quarrelling like this!”
“Then drive fast.”
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The vehicle came to a sudden halt and Raji’s head knocked on the door leaving her unconscious
The kidnappers took her to a building which seemed to a building uninhabited at least for half a century. The doors were opened. The place was full of cobwebs and dust. The driver started sneezing instantaneously.
“Search her pockets” said the other guy
“I have a hand kerchief of my own. I don’t need her kerchief”
“Fool, search her for any address to contact her parents.
Then they searched her pockets and got a small book. They opened it and found it had a lot of phone numbers without any names written. They searched her pocket again. This time they got some coins and a red ribbon.
“Ay Mac. How do we know which is her parents number?”
“Ask her and that’s it”
“Will she tell?”
“What do you think? She wouldn’t like to stay with us for the rest of her life. If she has to go back she will have to answer.”
They went to her. Now she was awake and struggling to break off the ties. The driver now went and slowly untied the cloth that was tied around her face. When he finished doing it, she took a deep breath and before he could ask anything started screaming out
“Stupid, Idiotas,donk”before she could complete he tied up her mouth again.
“Hey girl. Tell us who is your father? Give us his number”
She shook her head as if answering no.
“We’ll see. You needn’t tell. We aren’t fools. We will find out”
Telling this he walked out of the room with her book in his hand. The driver guy followed.
“What’s in your mind? Of course we have to believe we are not fools but how will we find her parents”
Mac now looked down at the book. One of these numbers is gonna be her father’s. We’ll call and find out”
“But that will take a lot of time and money…calling one by one!!! I can’t even think of it!!!”
“No pains no gains. Be it any business you have to invest something to get profits. Let’s start now. take out your mobile”

One day later…
“Sir is your daughter missing?” He asked the 75th guy
“First let me have her born. Wife’s in the labor room.Hey are you sure the child is missing from her womb?”
He hung the phone nearly fainting. Then he turned to the driver guy and told disappointed “No luck. Let’s ask her again…”
“I told you, na, that it won’t work!”
“Sorry. Let’s ask her again”
They went and the driver guy slowly untied the knot. As soon as he untied it the girl began to scream out again “Lunatics Gits scoundrels…”
He tied the knot again without waiting for the other guy’s words
“Now what?” Asked the other guy
“I don’t know” he replied
“She seems to be a “Phone-number maniac”. By now I’ve called city’s major hospitals to STD booths. Most of the phone numbers are of shops”
“We seem to be a failure together. Hum “Rab ne banaya jodi” toh nahi.Lets break up. Hum se kuch” Kismat Konnection” nahi hone wala.Our stationary store never gave us profit. But nor any loss. Just gave enough to live. When we were trying to make money through truthful means we never had loses and nor much of profit. But we had above all some peace of mind. Now look at what we have done to ourselves. Kidnapped a girl who has phone-number mania and hearing all the great things she calls us when we untie her. We will have to sell ourselves to the BSNL this month. The van will be taken away by the lent a car guy today evening… We are beggars now”
“It’s all because of you, girl.”
The driver guy untied her mouth. She looked hard into their face.
“I am a beggar. That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you. But every time, you don’t give enough time to complete it” she muttered angrily
“Now we are beggars too and we are together in that...

:D
Hari

PS- Slightly modified from wat I had written in tht english paper 1 in 11th.athaarunnu behdam.still here there is no write a story ending with the dialogesorta question na! athaa. forgive me for writing this...