THE UNEXPECTED FAMILY
Pingo walked down the street hungry and tired. Killing both
his aunt and dog had been tiresome work. Not that he had intended to to it, but
he couldn't control his lust for Tandoori chicken. Walking down the street he
took a deliberate turn to avoid the Gujarati sweet shop down the road. He
couldn’t stand Dhoklas and it had always had made him very weak, so much so
that he lost control over his power even when he was a couple of miles from it.
Walking down the street, he suddenly felt sick. The kind of sick he felt when
he went near Dhoklas. Looking around, we found that he had surpassed the shop
already and it was far way down the road. Then what happened? Must be somebody walking on the road
carrying a packet of Dhoklas. He tried to run away from the place as fast
as he could but g stopped him. Something very painful. Something hit on his
head very hard. Before all went black, he noticed a vaguely familiar old man
carrying a brown packet full of the Gujarati stuff with a thick walking stick
in his hand.
When he woke up, he was lying on a couch with the vaguely
familiar old man genially smiling at him. Oh yes, he remembered. He was someone
in his circus troop. He tried to recall and very blurred images came back to
his mind.
“Having trouble remember me?” He asked, as if he could read
Pingo’s mind.
“You…you…Oh yes! You were our circus manager!”
“Not anymore, Pingo. The circus is dissolved. I’m someone
much more important now. I’ve always been”
“who?”
“Your Grandfather”
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