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.
