Nisshobdo Rati

<angel 1> [approached the Angel 2 who was watching the skinny soul that lied on the smooth, white and uncomfortably clean linen. Moderate section of the pillow was wet with salt water and she had dried trails over her cheeks which instead of looking like tears, rather looked as if she drooled from her eyes. She sobbed a bit in her deep sleep and turned aside.] … Hey whats up?

<angel 2> New move-in. Not a strong believer, has faith but lazy in practice. I was thinking what is the best way to have her roll to Him?

<angel 1>Come on, when its time, she would roll in. Don’t try to force, that thing never works.

<a2> but I can make this work, really. I can make a strong believer out of this one, beside, there aren’t many that would miss her.

<a1> ..Hah! now a days you don’t check for anything do you? She have an entire army of people praying for her. I have other work to do, so I am leaving now. But you mind your plans. [angel 1 leaves.. ]

<a2> [murmurs..] .. perfect, i can isolate this plankton and use as a test subject for how much misery an insignificant living creature can tolerate. It would be perfect, but I would have to hide this, if I at least don’t pretend to play by rule it might boomerang back.

[The fallen angel leaves the room through the wide veranda window that was facing the calm river of Neckar. A soft breeze of cold wind brushed past him. She curled in a bit more and grabbed on to the blanket tighter. The cold night prevailed.]

Checking-in took only 15 min and she was shown her room on 5th floor which was still getting painted. Temporarily, she was allocated a room in 4th floor. The house master was a old, strong, tall German guy who helped her with the second luggage. She finally settled in her room and rested from the awful brown hill shoes that were torturing her for last 19hours, ever since she was aboard them!

She had some time to reflect to last 24 hours. The rush to reach airport in time, not being able to say good bye to mom and him.. the second slot of 6 hours were basically weeping and sleeping and weeping in sandwich manner. Her usual bad luck of getting uncomfortable sitting position didn’t fail her to launch her a seat in-between two humongous  guys. Well, she hardly paid any attention to them and continued to weep during the entire flight.

Not listening to what he was saying, and rather pissed off, she issued an unprintable adjective in her mind, addressing the driver of bus 103.  ‘This bus would not go to Palmenwaldstrasse stoppage, you would have to take this road and after 40 meters, walk to the street to your right.. bla bla…’ She stepped out of the bus.

She has to carry two luggages with cumulative weight of 35kg, which is only 10kg lighter than her own weight. For next few minutes she badly wished she was an ant with the capability to carry greater weight than their own body. But Nature doesn’t respond to mere cry of help of a distressed  foreign student, definitely not where the bus just dropped her. Another installation of unprintable adjectives came across her thought. She was not in her best gracious mood. Stepping on her traditional pant type paijama, she dragged her suitcases towards the pointed direction.

The next worst thing that would make this day perfect was to find the Whonheim office closed! So she tried to walk a bit faster, which resulted in rather futile effort. She crossed the rotten, sun burnt, wooden fenced parking lot of Mercedes-Benz and moved on to the huge brutal grass patch which was really trying its best to slow her down. After asking 2 people ( thank God!) finally the expected building was insight!