Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#13 Nightingale

Mansi hit her head with a stick.

“Ouch! Damn!” She screamed with pain.

“Why won’t you get out?” Mansi said with annoyance woven in each word. She kept pacing in her room holding her head in her hands and rubbing the spot where she had hit herself.

“Damn this song. Why can’t it leave me alone?” Mansi said again as the song went on a loop in her mind.

“What should I do? What should I do?”

Mansi repeated along with the song.

“I wish there was some way I could give this problem to someone else,” Mansi said and suddenly an idea popped in her head. Her eyes lit up. She picked her phone and opened the recording app.

And she started to sing. In a perfect pitch, with her soul in it, she recorded the song.

“Not the best quality but it should do,” Mansi said listening to her rendition of the song. She shared the song with her friend.

‘In love with this sing. So decided to sing it myself 😝’
‘After quite long’

Soon enough, a reply came.

‘Wow!’ and felt a huge weight lifted off her mind.

A couple of days later she got another message from her friend.

‘Listening to your version of the song on loop. It’s stuck in my head now. :(‘

She had almost forgotten the song now. She had successfully transferred the earworm to someone else.

Mansi smiled.

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#12 Wedding Wobbles

“I don’t want to get married.”

Mansi’s friends had heard these words a hundred times. Whenever she would watch a movie with a wedding scene, she would utter these words; whenever any of her friend would get married, she would utter these words; whenever the word ‘marriage’ would be uttered, she would utter these words. Her friends had heard these words so often that many had stopped registering them in the conversations anymore.

Yet, everyone was dumbstruck when they heard these words today. Her friends looked at each with a somber face which quickly turned to a shy and controlled grin. They looked at Mansi whose face was puffed, her makeup further radiated by the glow of her anger. Her bangles were shimmering and clunking as she flayed her hands wildly while the eyes turned more and more menacing.

“I don’t want to get married,” she said once more, her voice echoing in the hallway.

Her family looked at her worried. One of her friends dry-swallowed, came closer to Mansi and then with a soft and almost trembling voice whispered.

“But Mansi, you are already married. You just got married,” he said pointing at her bridal dress and makeup.

“So what?” Mansi huffed and sat down on a chair.

“I still don’t want to get married.”

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#11: Unimaginable Discomfort

Mansi froze with fear. His claws were all around her. The fingers bristled her hair and each strand shivered with anxiety. She hoped that someone would protect her and stop him but in this moment, she was alone. Her eyes kept getting wider and she chided herself for the words that had led to this, the words she had uttered in complete nonchalance.

He was about to engulf her in his forced embrace, removing every trace of her identity, in the same way as darkness engulfs any sense of humaneness in the society. Mansi prepared for oblivion in her mind. His limbs stretched and then he paused. Something flashed in his mind. Mansi could see his brain processing like a computer, doing data analysis of some sort. “Was he even human?” Mansi thought with her breath stuck in her lungs and her voice in her throat.

Something clicked in his mind and suddenly, his limbs were moving towards Mansi’s cheeks. The claws scraped the skin and moved around the face slowly. Mansi could feel the cold nails but her body had betrayed her and remained motionless.

It went on for eternity in Mansi’s mind before he moved away his claws. Instead of removing her identity, he decided to forever etch his identity on hers.

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#10 Friend Conundrum

Mansi slapped him harder than she had intended.

“I’m sorry,” she said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Why did you hit me?” He asked.

“Why are you this weak?” She replied.

“I’m not weak.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, right. I slapped you a little and you crumpled like a pack of cards hit by a crazy cat.”

“That’s vivid. I guess you are getting your Instagram cat fix,” he said grinning.

“Not by choice. I’m being sent cat pics to see.”

“Ahh. She?”

“Yes, she. And don’t talk about her like you know her,” Mansi said with a stern look on her face.

“Don’t I?”

“No. She’s my friend and not yours.”

“Okay. But I won’t mind knowing her,” he said and winked at Mansi. Mansi fumed. Before she knew, her finger was pointing towards him.

“Stay away from her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to stay away from me,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk.

Mansi looked at him and knew he was joking. His left hand was still rubbing his cheek. Mansi knew what she had to do and slammed her fist in his stomach.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“The slap was clearly not enough,” Mansi said and grinned.

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#9 Learn to Talk

“What is the meaning of this?” Mansi said clenching her fists. Her curly hair were unkempt and her eyes had fire and wilderness in them.

“What?” Jirah looked at her bemused. He had become used to her antics and half the time, he didn’t hear half of her rants. This time, he was only listening because there were people around and she was on the verge of shouting. Typical of Mansi – create a scene.

“You think it’s okay to say that I’m looking like a prostitute.”

“A high-class prostitute,” said Jirah and winked.

“How dare you?”

“I am saying what I think,” said Jirah.

“I was just saying it as a joke.”

“Would you say something like this to your mother as a joke?”

“How dare you say something like this about my mother? Learn to talk about elders.”

“You learn to talk about women,” said Mansi.