Vampire comes to India(#YourStoryIndia)

Chapter 3 - Mumbai Police

Day 4

My tongue aaaaahhhh it's on fire! I gulp down chilled water from a tall brass glass. It's not enough I need more. Hot tears blur my vision.

"Water..WATER!!! Please water!," I screamed on top my lungs, little caring what I may appear to the people around, a maniac or maybe a mad woman who can' handle a little spicy chicken curry.

"Ravina..here have some Gur..its jaggery it will help," says Suraj handing me a small brown pebble like substance, in a betel leaf.

I look up to his snickering face and twinkling black eyes. Without his hood his face shone of robust health as that of a young man his late twenties.

He thinks this is funny huh! Just wait buddy. I snatch the treat he offered and pop it in my mouth. It melts tasting of warm honey soothingly cooling my burning tongue. Yes it's helping, the tears stop flowing. I grin at Suraj and he grins back. Pay back time!

I quickly lift up the small pot of a mild hot curry now and flung it towards him. Take that for making me half human without any consent with your delicious blood and making me eat such hot food!

Things rarely go as planned and instead of having the fun to look at his face covered in the thick buttered curry; it's the back and the head of a woman who was sitting just behind him. Oops!

The lady instantly starts howling, complaining something about her costly Saree. Hey, it's not my fault that the restaurant is overflowing with customers and most of the tables are just rammed into each another. The chair of her back was only an inch away from Suraj's , if it had been a little further, she might have just escaped.

She is still balling her eyes out, not even turning once to see who caused the wreckage of her beloved saree. Why is she being such a cry baby? It's just food; it can be washed off, can't it?

Suraj slams his palm on his forehead and shakes his head at me. What? Oh! May be I should go to her. I get up ready to apologize the lady, when a boy not more than 14 years of age, who is sitting across the lady gets up and holding up some huge platter consisting of some delicious gooey stuff. It's something dripping in hot melted cheese.

It looks good; we should have ordered something like that. The boy bends his right elbow a bit and I swiftly duck, knowing very well that gooey thing will land somewhere not very nice. Sure enough I hear a holler from the man who was most probably sitting behind me, followed by shout from some young lad, "Food fight!"

Oh My devil! These people are crazy!

"Ravina what have you done?" asks Suraj peering at me.

"Me..this is your doing! I didn't ask you to turn me half huma..." Flap! I catch the sweet Alpanso Mango fragrance, as it wets my head and crawls down on my face. I swipe of the dribble that landed on my nose and stare at it. Melted ice cream?

"Ha ha Ha Ravina...you f...f ..f.fffinally are crow...ned!," breaks off Suraj, clutching his stomach laughing. Much as I appreciate the laughter taking down his ever serious face. I can't ignore what I feel either.

I touch the wet spot on top of my head and find a cone. An ice cream cone. Who dared make fun the Queen? That does it!

I hastily get up, ready to pounce on any one near me.

"Stop...everyone stay in your place. No body moves a single piece of...food," calls out a young man dressed up in some Khaki colour uniform and wearing a smart black cap. His name tag reads as "Chotu Singh".

My nephew has told so many tales of this person. He ought be a little boy (chotu meaning small) who runs small errands and acts as a waiter in small hotels. He must be on his duty. His built is very slim and his clean shaven chocolate boy makes him appear pretty small not that his 5.5" frame helps much. He is actually like his name.