Ishani picked it out from the left positioned pocket and found something that can make him normal and without wasting any time she opened the packet and emptied powder in the leaf, fallen from the tree. She with the help of her nails made parallel lines so that he can consume. Shivering Ronit blocked one side of the nose and used the other one to consume. “Consumption is injurious to health’’- an advice but in his case it can be injurious if he doesn’t consume.
“He is perfectly alright, it feels” (Ishani to herself)
Thank you! (Low pitch voice from Ronit)
“You are not that dumb I realized, can we become good friends?’’
(No reply by Ishani)
It’s an adorable morning for the Island but not for these two migrants. Ishani woke up first, her hands wide opened in the air releasing laziness from the body. She felt an itching sensation on the nose and started rubbing her nose and in that activity her nails and the nose got closer. Do we remember what was in the nails last night? Surely it’s a yes! The moment she breathes, her vision turns unclear and eyes see everything going round and round around her. This was the first time that Ishani felt the power of this powder. For some moments she did not realize what is happening with her and tried to get up from the sand. Since she is now in the drugs boundary and imbalanced focus, Gravitation exerted a force to pull her to the ground. Ishani’s rolling head straight away fell down to Ronit’s hard chest. That head broke the flow in the sleep of Ronit and made him awake. A loud bitchy laugh and a heavy brain was not manageable, he pushed him and stood on his legs interrogating,
“Is the case that I look funny?”, “because you are laughing so hard which looks unnatural too.’’
Still the laugh continues and this provokes Ronit to get angry because he doesn’t like someone laughing on him so hard and he misunderstood that she is laughing on his looks.
“I am horny, oopppss!!! Lemme correct I am hungry, Go and bring some food for me….. (Orders Ishani to him). The flow of laughing doesn’t seemed to stop alerting him about something being wrong.
Nidhi Mehta
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