The fall

The summer heat made its presence felt and Tanu laid herself on the bed and watched the dangling fan from the ceiling rotating in its full speed. As she watched the fan, she wondered, what would happen if the fan was to lose one of its screws and fall. Would it fall right on her and chop her head off leaving her body in a pool of blood oozing out of her neck while the head is motionless at the corner of the room? Raw and fresh blood splashed on the white wall. Or the rotating fan would fall and cut of one of her limbs and leave her in pain. Maybe she will die of excessive bleeding before any help reaches her. Or right at the moment when the fan is at the verge of falling, the power would just go off and the fan would not at all fall. But it doesn’t solve, because, when the power is back it would definitely fall. Or maybe just as the fan is about to fall, her friend would knock on the door and as she attends it the fan would fall on the bed, precisely where she was laying and her friend would be credited for mitigating the mishap by knocking on the door at the very crucial moment. Maybe words about this friend would go around and people would hail the friend a hero. The religious ones would probably say God came down in the form of a friend to save her.

But the truth is we will never know until the fan loses its screw and falls.