The Revisiting Guest

 

As soon as I finished my chores, reached my office desk with my daily dose of caffeine in a cup. My mouse waited to be held, the chair worried to begin bearing again on a new day.

I placed myself in between the two opening arms of the chair, she has been wearing that red dress for years. Give me a second please, I don’t feel comfortable—something is pricking me at the bottom. Soon I crouched down towards my seat, and hit myself to the table behind. Uttering an ‘F’ word at my lifeless desk, I caressed all over the cushion to find a pin or any sharp object. But I failed.

Office bells were ringing and I had to log in. Leaving all the pain behind, I started working.

About two hours later, remembering my father’s words, “Don’t sit like a buffalo for hours without stretching, you will suffer later.” Making my bones crackle, I bend my body left and right in the chair. The rightward stretch was grievous, something was shoved hard into my right buttock.

Having a faulty bump in me, I blamed my sweety seat. I apologize. Due to all-day seating work, and added heat to it, there was a heat bump right in the middle of my right bun.

Days after I made the discovery, after hours of one buttock seating each day, finally it came to fruition—ending hard neck turnings and intelligent rear mirror viewing. The epidermal tissue was weak and the bump was a fluffy—final land report before that day’s sleep.

Four days after the discovery. Early in the morning, I was watching something unusual, blue moon—I should say. Staring at a few stains of blood in my underwear, I was pushed into a calm world, where my mind needed a lot of pumping of blood to think over. The about-to-burst bump on the buttock was out of my mind’s vicinity, all it has was, BLOOD.

Though dumbest of all, was my mind, it gave me thought, which transfixed me at that very place. ‘When a few stains make you panic, tell me what more can you feel about menstruation?’

 

Some say it’s the God-given natural thing. Dude, you must have been in my place, you would slap God for granting the great process of weakening and losing blood—ironically to only one of his two human creations. Just a few drops jolted my soul out, think of liters.

We love a guest who arrives once in a year—like my heat bump. Now, think of a guest who knocks every month, feeds on you, ooze soul out of you, squeezing you like a wet towel. Isn’t it a Nightmare?

Yes, it is inevitable. All that can be done is, sit tight and accept all emotions and moods of theirs at times.