The Living Incubus - A Miniature Story

'A 46 year old bank manager was missing since yesterday morning. His wife had fainted several times. She said that her husband went to….'

She is reading the article in today's newspaper.

Today is quite different from other days , she is feeling so refreshed. As usual, waking up early in the morning, instead of cleaning the bed, she is going to the terrace. 

What a serene morning! The first ray is touching her softly, the mild breeze is playing with her hairs. The hidden rainbow smile is now on her face. Like a new day!

Carelessly throwing the newspaper on the bed, she is thinking, 'Let's get fresh first. Then, umm, will make Poha , Mishu loves this…'

Suddenly the doorbell is ringing. 

"Oh Mashi, come in." 

The maid-servant is coming in and taking the dusting broom. 

"Don't be so upset, Boudi. Dada will be found soon. Police are investigating, na?" 

The maid is saying to her with deep eyes of consolation.

But,

"I know, he will never come." - her firm voice makes the maid feel a little weird, though she continues her consolation with more sympathy, while dusting.

" He will never come back…

… actually it's not possible

… The poison had already killed the Poison

… I made the dinner … not to make him come back..

 … He will not come

… He must not come actually …."

 A mind cried out with a great apathy.

 … ….

"O Mashi , no need to clean my bedroom, I'll, no need to go there..."

… …. ….

"Mishu , get up honey. Look, the 'sunny-sunny'  has again woken up before you, so early. Get up Sona."

Mishu is getting up gradually.

With a drowsy as well as excited voice, she starts,

"Momma,

Last night I had slept so peacefully, so well.

.

You know, the dark ghost who is just like Daddy, I told you… he didn't come over my body to hurt, to punish last night. 

Look, it is not painful today… it's not painful.."

The girl gets down from her bed so quickly to hug her mother and that makes the mirror beside her fall down and break into pieces. 

This is happening so suddenly, she is getting awkward and feeling sorry.

"It's ok. Its destiny is to become dust"

The words of the mother are smirking on the broken glasses.