unimaginable power
He yields unimaginable powers, and he knows that. He lurks in the shadows of the gables protruding offensively from the ugly grey building, like a giant cat hunting his prey. Fortunately in his case, they never seem to run out! The first one comes in at around 7.30 in the morning, a face drenched with sleep, worry and haste. She eyes the vast empty parking lot and settles in on her chosen place to nest. It's a calculated decision, by 12 noon the sun will be scorching overhead, the car will heat up, her badminton racquet is in peril of melting (yonex isn't the same quality anymore, you see?), the dark green car will be like hot coals. So she chooses a spot below the solitary banyan tree that faces the ocean. She inches forward, squinting over the dashboard to see the faint yellow weather beaten lines on the road. The car rolls indolently in between the two yellows, little closer to the left than right. She reverses and starts afresh. Parking done. Perfect. She turns off the car hastily and reaches to the passenger seat to grab her bag and run to the OT. Tap tap. He has finished watching her struggle, and now, while she is firmly nesting, has come for the kill. She rolls down the window. "Yes?" "Thoda udhar," he instructs, gesticulating 3.14cm to the right. She rolls up the window in irritation and re starts the car. Reverse, 3.14 cm cut to the right. Means steering wheel rotates 13degrees, wheels align, accelerate. Seat belt alarm beeping, oh no! Move forward. Stop.
"Yes ok little back, Little front Little back Little front, more more more ok stop. No little back again. Perphect!" He proclaims with engineering precision. He holds his hand up in a symbol of victory. She scowls in irritation. She hates his guts! Gawde smoothens his oily moustache. Prey number 1 successfully devoured. She is now 5 minutes late.
He strolls back to his vantage point, a lordotic walk, his pendulous abdomen casting a Obelix-style shadow on the concrete below. He rests himself comfortably on the stolen, paan-stained plastic chair with the sign "icu reltiv only" foldings his ankles, balances his wooden stick between the two medial malleoli, and waits for prey no. 2.....