A Close Shave!

The repercussions of having been recently robbed?

Besides running short of the perennial cash that was your bank account via debit cards,you lose sleep(a lot) and a lot of crime fiction heroine stories fill up your head, claiming your constant attention. So besides carrying out an all night-er(given that its exam month),being awake at 5 in the Delhi morning when the climate miraculously (or if you ask me, apocalyptic-ally ) decides to take a turn for the better would lead to life changing revelations one would argue,but hardly so for me.

 It was cool that morning,in fact so cold, I got chills, very very unnerving for a mid-May morning. It was Delhi for crying out loud. So I stood on our verandah gazing meaningfully at the horizon, trying to delve the deeper meaning of life,reflecting. on the past, thinking how a mug of steaming hot black coffee would befittingly make me a Nescafe girl when this huge eagle thinks it funny to suddenly swoop from behind and try to grab me away by my hair. Not so funny for me, given our weight proportions,the eagle's scaly talons and the sudden jolt to impending reality. Okay, I'll admit, the very notion of the eagle wanting to carry me off was a tad bit funny but only in retrospection. I was frightfully annoyed then and physically hurt (mentally too but thats another story). I curse loudly and am immediately thankful nobody was around to admire my extensive vocabulary and linguistic abilities that can spew abuses in three different languages. The eagle then perches itself atop a nearby tree and eyes me derisively. Whether it was self damnation at the failure to carry me off or preparing itself for a second try, I didn't stick around to find out or make polite conversation with seemingly the only other living being in close proximity. I rush inside, call it a day and sleep to crime fiction dreams again. How connected is the robbery and this incident I cannot say, all I'll say is I can never look at another eagle or a motorcycle with normalcy ever again.