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Catch me if you can.
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. There was a single door on the left. And it was locked. I tried to jam the door knob, hoping it would turn. But it was as dead as my love life. I stopped for a second to catch my breath, I had just run for 100 meters, and I was panting. My lungs were on fire. It is a good thing that I am in a hospital, I thought, if I collapse, it would not be possible to snatch me. I pressed myself against a, very convenient, gurney, hiding behind it. Why, might you ask? Why was I running or why was I hiding? Well, both the questions are like conjoined twins, one heart, two bodies, interdependent. So, I am running, because I was being chased. Obviously, you might say. No, my friend, it is not obvious. Some people, we call them masochists, run for pleasure. As if pleasure can be derived from running. Ha! But back to the elephant in the room, (yes, I have self-esteem issues. Get over it.), I was being chased by some goons. Now that we settlled the second why, let me answer the first one. Why? Well, *you* asked the question, How should I know? Now that it had been asked, I shall proceed to answer it. Okay, so the goons were chasing me because I ran off with something. I can sense you itching to ask, what did I run with and why did I? The second part is simple. I am no kleptomaniac, but i do have a magpie syndrome (Google it up.). So when I saw it, I picked it up and ran with it. So what did I chose to be, for a limited time, the object of my affection? It was a dangly thingy, with a round disc and two knobs at the other end. I saw the woman in the white coat put those knobbly things in her ears and press the disc, against people. I think it's called a stepospoce, no wait. Let me think. I shall close my eyes, take a deep breath, (lungs back to normal capacity, thank you very much.), and concentrate. It is coming to me, aah yes! A stethoscope. I ran with a stethoscope. It was cute, and did I mention, it was dangly? And it had the most magnificent sound. It clanged while I was running with it. Clang. Clang. So we'ave covered most of the questions, here. Why. Why. What, and why, again. Why! why seems rather popular ain't it? So the real burning question here is how did I manage to grab it? That is a simpler one. The lady in white coat, startled by me, dropped it on the floor. Oh what a musical sound that was! Heaven to my ears. And then, then what? I spotted it and was on it like a tiger on a prey, minus the stripes. And once I had it in my grasp, off I went. Evading people, equipments, even the really interesting beeping machine. That machine has to taken a few notches down, it kept, beeping, incessantly. Anyway, I digress, so I ran with it and then I was chased. And here we are, we have come a round circle, haven't we? That is the power of a stellar story teller, you are lost in his magical world of words. But wait, I hear something. It is them. I have been found. I tried hard, my friends, and now my time is near. It is time for a fond farewell, parting is such sweet sorrow. Do I see a lone tear fighting it's way down on your cheek? Here they come! Goodbye.
"Aah I found him. He is here, hiding behind the gurney. And he has the stethoscope, too.", the voice boomed.
Gosh, I did get it right. So cool.
The voice continued, its cadence now soothing, soft, "Come here, boy. Give it to me. Now whose a good boy?".
© Natasha Sharma
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. There was a single door on the left. And it was locked. I tried to jam the door knob, hoping it would turn. But it was as dead as my love life. I stopped for a second to catch my breath, I had just run for 100 meters, and I was panting. My lungs were on fire. It is a good thing that I am in a hospital, I thought, if I collapse, it would not be possible to snatch me. I pressed myself against a, very convenient, gurney, hiding behind it. Why, might you ask? Why was I running or why was I hiding? Well, both the questions are like conjoined twins, one heart, two bodies, interdependent. So, I am running, because I was being chased. Obviously, you might say. No, my friend, it is not obvious. Some people, we call them masochists, run for pleasure. As if pleasure can be derived from running. Ha! But back to the elephant in the room, (yes, I have self-esteem issues. Get over it.), I was being chased by some goons. Now that we settlled the second why, let me answer the first one. Why? Well, *you* asked the question, How should I know? Now that it had been asked, I shall proceed to answer it. Okay, so the goons were chasing me because I ran off with something. I can sense you itching to ask, what did I run with and why did I? The second part is simple. I am no kleptomaniac, but i do have a magpie syndrome (Google it up.). So when I saw it, I picked it up and ran with it. So what did I chose to be, for a limited time, the object of my affection? It was a dangly thingy, with a round disc and two knobs at the other end. I saw the woman in the white coat put those knobbly things in her ears and press the disc, against people. I think it's called a stepospoce, no wait. Let me think. I shall close my eyes, take a deep breath, (lungs back to normal capacity, thank you very much.), and concentrate. It is coming to me, aah yes! A stethoscope. I ran with a stethoscope. It was cute, and did I mention, it was dangly? And it had the most magnificent sound. It clanged while I was running with it. Clang. Clang. So we'ave covered most of the questions, here. Why. Why. What, and why, again. Why! why seems rather popular ain't it? So the real burning question here is how did I manage to grab it? That is a simpler one. The lady in white coat, startled by me, dropped it on the floor. Oh what a musical sound that was! Heaven to my ears. And then, then what? I spotted it and was on it like a tiger on a prey, minus the stripes. And once I had it in my grasp, off I went. Evading people, equipments, even the really interesting beeping machine. That machine has to taken a few notches down, it kept, beeping, incessantly. Anyway, I digress, so I ran with it and then I was chased. And here we are, we have come a round circle, haven't we? That is the power of a stellar story teller, you are lost in his magical world of words. But wait, I hear something. It is them. I have been found. I tried hard, my friends, and now my time is near. It is time for a fond farewell, parting is such sweet sorrow. Do I see a lone tear fighting it's way down on your cheek? Here they come! Goodbye.
"Aah I found him. He is here, hiding behind the gurney. And he has the stethoscope, too.", the voice boomed.
Gosh, I did get it right. So cool.
The voice continued, its cadence now soothing, soft, "Come here, boy. Give it to me. Now whose a good boy?".
© Natasha Sharma
