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Joe Rider. S01Ep01.
Joe still remembers the day when in the morning the desk phone rang waking him up from the sleep which was never there. He did not even bother to pick up the phone, but once the shrill ringing was subdued and was again replaced by the low humming of the traffic from a distant road, NH-18, the phone again started to make a racket.
Joe, in frustration and anger of the newly happened disaster in his life was not at all in the mood of talking to the landlady again. She had been troubling him for a week straight and is very much worried about Joe’s mental health. Joe on the other hand thinks that the phone calls are just to knock him again and again that he has not paid the rent for the previous month.
It’s not that he was doing this intentionally, he had not got out of the house for nearly the same time and is neither going to his printing office nor to the grocery or the chemist shop.
On the fifth time, he got up from his bed and moved down the stairs making huge noise on the wooden steps. He picked up the phone and spat the words, “I’m absolutely fine Mrs. Casper. Thankyou very much for showing your kindness.” He was going to hang up the phone when she said from the other end, “It’s not about you Joe.” Joe put the phone back on his good ear and listened. “As I can see that due to your loneliness you are next to getting mad so I thought that I should arrange you a friend and so I am sending this young gentleman to your place. He is going to stay downstairs, which you actually do not need anymore. This will lessen the burden of your rent, moreover he will be a very good company to you.”
Joe knew that something like this was going to happen. As he was not giving the rent so she is going to slowly move him from her place. ‘How could someone be so cruel?’ Joe thought in his mind but never dared to express it. He has not been able to go in the room after the incident and now he had to go in there and clean all the thing which he can’t even stand looking at it and that too for a person he does not know at all.
After pausing for sometime when Mrs. Casper did not get any reply from Joe she continued, “Umm… Well I think you would like to speak to your flat mate for some time. Off you go…” before she could hand the phone to the other person Joe hung up.
He did not want to do it. He never wanted to get in there because he knew that he will break down the moment when the door swings open. He briskly walked up the corridor and stood in front of the door holding the knob in his hands. He realized that he could not hide from it his entire life, so he turned the knob and thrusted it forward.
The pink walls of the room came in focus, dolls were lying on the floor. There was a table full of books with nursery poems, on the walls there were stuck different stickers of cartoon characters. The flower pots on the window pane contained dried up saplings of marigold and roses. Joe ventured deep into the room; not blinking his eyes full of tears, he faced the wall on the right side where it was written in big childish letters
JASMINE RIDDER
© All Rights Reserved
Joe, in frustration and anger of the newly happened disaster in his life was not at all in the mood of talking to the landlady again. She had been troubling him for a week straight and is very much worried about Joe’s mental health. Joe on the other hand thinks that the phone calls are just to knock him again and again that he has not paid the rent for the previous month.
It’s not that he was doing this intentionally, he had not got out of the house for nearly the same time and is neither going to his printing office nor to the grocery or the chemist shop.
On the fifth time, he got up from his bed and moved down the stairs making huge noise on the wooden steps. He picked up the phone and spat the words, “I’m absolutely fine Mrs. Casper. Thankyou very much for showing your kindness.” He was going to hang up the phone when she said from the other end, “It’s not about you Joe.” Joe put the phone back on his good ear and listened. “As I can see that due to your loneliness you are next to getting mad so I thought that I should arrange you a friend and so I am sending this young gentleman to your place. He is going to stay downstairs, which you actually do not need anymore. This will lessen the burden of your rent, moreover he will be a very good company to you.”
Joe knew that something like this was going to happen. As he was not giving the rent so she is going to slowly move him from her place. ‘How could someone be so cruel?’ Joe thought in his mind but never dared to express it. He has not been able to go in the room after the incident and now he had to go in there and clean all the thing which he can’t even stand looking at it and that too for a person he does not know at all.
After pausing for sometime when Mrs. Casper did not get any reply from Joe she continued, “Umm… Well I think you would like to speak to your flat mate for some time. Off you go…” before she could hand the phone to the other person Joe hung up.
He did not want to do it. He never wanted to get in there because he knew that he will break down the moment when the door swings open. He briskly walked up the corridor and stood in front of the door holding the knob in his hands. He realized that he could not hide from it his entire life, so he turned the knob and thrusted it forward.
The pink walls of the room came in focus, dolls were lying on the floor. There was a table full of books with nursery poems, on the walls there were stuck different stickers of cartoon characters. The flower pots on the window pane contained dried up saplings of marigold and roses. Joe ventured deep into the room; not blinking his eyes full of tears, he faced the wall on the right side where it was written in big childish letters
JASMINE RIDDER
© All Rights Reserved
