A situational prompt - You are at a fair and you get a note – “Catch me if you can!”
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My Kolhapuri chappals scurried with apprehensions. The crescendo of heartbeats
resonated in my ears. Will I find what I am looking for? My palms were sweating and the
crumpled note, “Catch me if you can? “, acted as an absorbent tissue. Who stuffed the
note in my palm? I do not remember. Maybe it was when I was alighting from the roller
coaster. The village fair din added to my confusion. I asked the villagers for the direction
of the banyan tree. This was the clue in the note.
I stood under the shade of the giant tree. I looked around. “Dig here”, a paper pinned on
the bark of the tree sent my nerves racing. A small mound of earth caught my attention.
I genuflected and pushed aside the soil with my bare hands. I held it in between my
thumb and index finger and brought it to the level of my eyes. I stared at it. A talisman. I
looked around. The cacophony of the fair vanished. Silence reigned.
The buzz on my cell phone pierced into my sleeping ears. I snoozed it. Damn. I am late
for duty. My fingers ran into my hair. I splashed water on my face pulling the curtain
down on the hangover of a dream. Looking up into the mirror, I saw the talisman around
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