The Other Side of Limits/2
“What lies on the other side of limits, hon?”
Jagannath Bhattacharya chuckled to himself as he finally unlatched the door. Confidently, he marched downstairs and headed towards the local market. He remembered to carry sufficient grocery bags and cash.
Three hours later, Bhattacharya could barely walk any further. The sun scorched. The bags in his hands felt heavy. Should he have left out the large pumpkin, perhaps? Also, peculiarly, he wasn’t able find his home. Did he miss taking the left after the pole? Wait, had he seen the pole on his way back?
How would he escape his wife’s wrath once he reached home? How would he stop her from ranting on about how his habit of getting lost made her life hell? Bhattacharya no longer knew if he really wanted to find his home right then. But he certainly did need his water, his medicines, at least some biscuits, and a fan at full speed.
A strange panic slowly crept over the old man. His legs trembled. Every passer-by threw mocking glances at him. They all detested him and his dementia. Jagannath Bhattacharya felt nauseated.
Why did no one share his nausea?
(9 Jul 2020)
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