When you hear a plastic-bag-crushing sound often, what is the conclusion you jump into?
I did presume the same! HD was skeptical about it, and swayed me!
2 days before, I spotted it near the washing machine! Just the size of an index finger, I saw that black thing called mouse.
Musophobia hit me!
That was the end! End of any activity, any movement!
Noiselessly, I took a rapid direct flight and reached for the chair! Hours went by!
From 5 till 7’ish, I unchanged my pose, never! Not even letting my legs touch the floor, until I heard the door bell.
HD was back, and I did not prepare anything for the dinner until then!
I cribbed a little about what I saw, and jumped at his back like Vedhalam.
Instructions here you go!
Put this. pour water. Add little chilli powder. Why are you dumping so much of salt?
I realized my butt was screaming in agony, so I came out of the kitchen, seized the chair and stood on top of it. Continued my instructions to deary!
Punishment to HD for being so skeptical about my thoughts!
Now how do I prove him?
Mokka (Useless) ideas hit me for the next hour until a Tenali Raman idea struck me!
I ran to the house entrance to wear my shoes (entering the terrorist area require all these stunts), scattered a few pieces of cucumber and chips in the kitchen, made sure rest of the rooms were closed, and went to bed. Better way to prove HD! I even thought of fixing a handy cam on top of the shelf :)
Next morning, to HD’s surprise, there was no trace of chips and cucumber.
HD calling me on top of his voice! “Yendi chips and cucumber sapta? Unakku pasinnu sonna, naan soru potturuppen la. Adhukaaga, raathiri thiruttu thanama vandhu, ippadiya sapduva?? Che che che” (why did you eat those chips and cucumber? If you told me, I'd have fed you. Why are you stealing them in the night like this?? Disgrace!)
“Shut up (in literal Tamil) Stop your Mokka joke!” “Now ...Now you believe it!” I told.
And we are continuing to feed the mouse with cucumber and chips everyday now!