Accidental Encounter

Friday, 13th July, 2012

It was around 11 p.m.

The breeze was cool and the sound of the leaves bustling together made the night even more beautiful, musical and romantic. Most part of the city was either fast asleep inside their bedrooms or tucked inside their living rooms watching a movie or the cricket highlights and the remaining lot was busy partying in the malls and pubs on this awesome Friday night. The pleasant weather was due to the heavy rains that lashed out all across the city about a few hours ago.

Delhi is a beautiful city. Well planned with lots of roads, bypasses and flyovers making it easier to find one’s way even during the peak traffic hours. Yes. We do manage to reach our homes at least to sleep peacefully for 3-4 hours. A Metro it is in all sense except when it rains. The traffic during these rainy days is as if the heavily boarded Mumbai local train has come to a standstill or as if someone has put the Kumbh Mela scene on pause mode.

Hubby had left office earlier than usual but was still stuck in traffic jam. The pati-vrata patni or the sundar susheel bharatiya nari that I am, I was waiting for him to reach and serve him food. The kids were fast asleep after their story reading session. I was walking up and down the length of our balcony waiting eagerly for him to arrive and to empty my jar of cribbing, nagging, complaining, teasing, laughing and all.

The song I was humming: Tu bin bataye mujhe le chal kahin from the movie Rang De Basanti.

I felt a knock at the door. I opened the front door to check who that was. No one was visible. Then I realized that the common door was left unbolted and the sound was of that due to the wind. I bolted the common door and as soon as I was about to get inside and lock the front door, I saw him. I had seen him staring at me many a times hiding on the stairs of the opposite building and from the balcony of the neighbour. He had been eyeing me for a while now. With his long moustache he looked weird and wicked at the same time. I hated him so much that I couldn’t even manage looking at him for even a few seconds. I tried ignoring him and just when I was about to get in and close the door, he rushed into the house and headed straight inside our living room, from there to the dining hall and then barged into our bedroom as if looking for a safe place to hide. I got scared. The kids were sleeping in the other bedroom. I quickly bolted the main door so that he could not get out. I started sweating profusely because of the fear of what was in store for us that night. The mere thought that he might overpower me and might touch me made me feel nauseous. My hatred for him is such.

I took a deep breath and tried to dig up some strength. I didn’t have any. I thought I would wait for the husband to come back. And then it struck me. What if he harms the kids or me? What all can happen by the time the husband reaches? Without a second thought I picked up the Anu’s badminton racket that was lying next to the couch and rushed in. I saw him lying there on our bed and smiling wickedly. He kept staring at me without a blink. A little while later he tried moving closer towards me but I screamed so loudly that he stepped back. I tried my best to hit him with the racket but he was too good at escaping every single blow of mine. It was a fierce battle between us for the next hour or so. His intentions were not clear to me. But I was sure he didn’t have any good intentions. And while I was trying to make out what exactly was it that he wanted and why has he barged into my home without my permission, he immediately moved past me to the other corner of the room after planting a peck on my cheek. This was it. He was bad. His intentions were bad. I understood it. With all my might I threw the racket at him. Alas! He escaped unhurt again, but the tube light broke into pieces leaving us in complete darkness. I was now unarmed and was praying non-stop for the husband to come and save me from his wrath.

12.10 a.m.

By now, I was completely exhausted and had almost accepted defeat. I hid myself behind the door and waited for his next move. In that darkness all I could hear was my own breath. I just wished that he wouldn’t harm my kids. I wanted to yell, “Take whatever you want and get lost. Just leave us alone.” But the fear of what if he enters the other bedroom and hurts them kept me from saying it aloud.

I can’t take it anymore. God, please please please help me find a solution and get rid of this rogue.

I prayed.

Thirteenth and a Friday it was. I always argued with my friends that it was just a superstition. But today I was being forced to believe this superstition. Indeed it is an unlucky day in my life. The worst day!

Just then I heard Lil Love’s Mamma and I was worried he might harm her. By the time I reached up to her she had put on all the switches on the switch board and in the dim light of the zero watt bulb I could see him lying injured on the floor. Almost dead and bleeding profusely. A murder it was. An encounter. Purely unintentional. I was sure the court of justice will forgive us as it happened while defending ourselves.

Lil Love is my lucky mascot, my helping hand and my strength. Yes. I always believed so. And today she has proved it once again by killing him and saving me.

The doorbell rang. Hubby it was. I hugged him tight and cried non-stop.

“Imagine what could have happened if Lil Love hadn’t switched on the ceiling fan. You never understand me.” I yelled.

When he went inside and saw the entire scene, he started laughing uncontrollably and said,

 “In what way do you think this poor cockroach could have harmed you?”



This post is dedicated to Count Santulan who blogs at And I Write and had shared a lizard on my timeline. Grrr!!! 😡 😡


This post is part of the WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts program where the aim is to post at least once a day based on the prompts that they have provided. Today’s prompt is,

Helping hand: Tell us about the most surprising helping hand you’ve ever received.

The author Rekha Dhyani is one of the contributors to the We Post Daily and blogs regularly at Dew Drops. She also shares her lucky clicks at The Crystal Trance


38 Replies to “Accidental Encounter”

  1. Haha, I feel the pain.We share our love for cockroach.At the start,I thought it was a puppy or kitten,but when the bat came into play, I realised that wasnt where the story was going.Nicely written 🙂

    1. He he he…glad to have found another soul with similar taste. 😀 I started off with a lizard, then brought in the moustache and then changed it to spider. Finally to give everyone a surprise, I changed it to a cockroach. And all of these are creatures I hate whole-heartedly. 😛 Thank you for taking time to read! 🙂

  2. Self-defence successful! 🙂
    Great story. Fear of cockroach stories are touching- one such had won me a prize some years ago. At least something good out of cockroaches!!!

    1. Wow! 🙂 One day I’ll also earn something out of cockroaches. Err…out of my hatred for cockroaches. I hope so. 😛 😀 Thank you for taking time to read.

  3. Hahaha…loved the twist in the end! I wouldn’t have guessed it was a cockroach…although must admit I suspected it to be a bat.
    I have a similar phobia for lizards, so much that I believe that it has the power to kill me with a heart attack!

    1. A lizard does have the power to kill with a heart attack. And hey, I’m not joking. I myself have fainted upon seeing a lizard crawl past my feet.
      I’m glad you enjoyed the piece. 🙂

  4. BWahahahahh! OK, cockroaches are icky..Especially when they crawl on you with those hairy, spiky feet that feel so itchy.. Generally, I am adept at using a chappal or a broom in dealing with them..

      1. Karmic Justice.. 6 cockroaches came to my house the other night.. Opened my door, and there they were.. One was on my slippers, and I came to know only after I picked up the slipper..

    1. Jai, honestly this was a piece of fiction only. I was thinking of what to write on this prompt for days and nothing came to my mind. That’s exactly when a huge cockroach flew into the house while I was waiting outside for Vikesh. Mixed all the necessary masala and published. Glad that you liked it. 🙂

      Fiction needs time and that is something I lack, otherwise I know it definitely helps you a lot as a writer. Will definitely try and take out some time to try and write more of fiction. 🙂

  5. ROFL. I know it wasn’t that kind of post, but I can’t help laughing. But then again, I think you’ve already hinted once or twice about your dislike for the roaches. janaki will join you on this one 🙂

    1. Janaki already has joined me in there. And Sid, you can continue to laugh because every time I read this again and again I myself am going ROFL. 😀

  6. I kind of expected it would be a spider, given the moustache, but you kept the suspense till the end. Good show, Rekha 😀

    1. Thank you for taking time to read, Shailaja! Yeah the moustache was a last minute entry and thus it changed from bat to spider to cockroach. 😀

  7. Rekha! U are the ultimate! At first i too was abit scared. Then i thought HE is a monkey…common in Mayur Vihar. But this I didnt expect!Ultimate indeed! Ur style of writing is amazing. U know how to keep the tempo to suit the readers curiosity! Really a good piece of prose.

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