By Vageesha Mishra
John gasped at the television screen when an arrow shot through the fragile roof of the hut. Fantasy films were his favourite. They made him wonder at the existence of such a world within his own. And if they did, could that mean he had hidden powers too like the protagonist who was currently summoning a smoky fire through his bare palms.
Popping another black chickpea into his mouth, John followed every action with utter awe, drowning out the noises in the background that announced the arrival of the guests.
He threw another one toward his mouth except it never made it. The tiny piece of chickpea got wedged between the walls of one of his nostrils. A terror stricken John, in panic breathed in instead of letting out the air through his nose.
In a split second, it got stuck. John held his breath as another round would have caused the solo bean to drive in further towards the wind pipe.
He needed a real life superman, so he called out for one in sheer helplessness.
“Mooooooooom. There is a chickpeas stuck in one of my nostrils. What to do? What to do? Help.”
She came running into the room, with everyone else close on her heels. With a white face, she half scolding, half pleading, asked if he were alright.
“Try sneezing it out and under no circumstances should you pick your nose,” she warned throwing alternatives one after the other as they failed. Others joined her.
“Mom, it’s going in further!” John cried out.
“Alright you breathe with your mouth. Let’s take him to a doctor. Hurry up.”
They rushed out to a nearby clinic, grabbing their wallets.
“What happened?” Asked the staff at the clinic stifling an evident laugh on seeing anger in her eyes. He was loud enough to draw the attention of awaiting patients.
“Doctor is on his way, it’ll take a while. There is no other way I’m afraid, we’re going to have to operate,” he said looking at a ghastly looking John.
“What?” John uttered, slapping a hand over his mouth.
“How did you get that thing in your nose in the first? How do you do such things? Ah!” His mother threw the inevitable question at him bringing much peace to the spectators who were dying to know the same.
“I don’t know. But surgery?” John spoke in tears, feeling fear and shame at the same time.
“There must be something we could do. He is breathing in, please think of something,” she pleaded to the team.
“Well there is something. Not sure it’d be effective but it’s worth a shot since internally the nostrils are connected,” said one of the man in uniform.
He directed John to lie down on his back on a bed. In his white scrub, he dashed towards the supply room and rushed out with a straw in one hand.
Keeping his eyes on John, he threw him an assuring look.
Placing one end of the straw at the nostril that was free of any obstruction, he blew in with a velocity. At this point, everyone one in the room seemed to be on the edge of their seat, waiting for the climax.
The air forced the chickpea out of its confinement into the open surrounding of the clinic room. John’s eyes followed its path as it landed swiftly on the bed beside him amidst the cheer and hoot of people around him.
“It’s done, kid. No need for that surgery, eh!” Said the man, winking at him.
Before adding, “If I were you, I’d cover my nose before eating them the next time!”
A red faced John continued to stare at tiny little piece of pain that laid along the white sheets.
You know this is a real life story. It was not a little boy but a little girl aka me and it happened when I was I guess 6 or something! Such a drama kid I was😂😂😂😂
Happy Festivities Everyone! Have a lot of fun!
Picture – Pixabay