"The Flying Insects - a short story"

I was feeling the enigmatic insects flying around my room since two months. I was wondering where they come from, every day I kill twenty to thirty of them, but the very next day, they all come again. I tried to clean up all the mess and put some insecticides so that all of them may die and never return but still it resulted useless.

The number increases day by day. Now I had to kill more than before. I tried each and every way to get rid off but it never ended. The Fondness with them increased time to time. They enjoyed disturbing me, and I enjoyed killing them.

My mind mingled with load of thoughts. Who are they? What do they want? I think my room has been cursed by some phantom. Whatever it was, I struggled a lot to solve the mystery but failed every time.

I was amazed one fine morning; they were in my wardrobe too. I had to clean up my cloths before wearing every time. And each cloth gets almost half a dozen insects. Oh God please help..What is it? Why is it? First the room, then the wardrobe, the cloths, books and now shoes too?

So Finally I thought, now to clean up the wardrobe and the closet too, the first thing came to my mind, if the insects are in my closet, then they must have also attacked my roasted pistachios which I hid in order to eat them all alone. But they can’t because it is packed in plastic, and they can’t eat 2 kilo at any cost. I was trying to make myself comfort. Now I couldn’t believe my eyes, the packet was unsealed, full of holes everywhere. The insects were there too. I thought not to waste the pistachios, let’s get the insects out and eat the saved one. But I was stunned to see. The origin of insects was from nowhere but the pistachios. I was preserving it for 8 months but the time made it rot and gave birth to insects.

So the mystery was solved, I was happy and sad as well. Sad because I lost my pistachios and Happy because I have no more insects in my room, and I don’t have to ramble hither and thither to kill.

But the thing thought me a lesson, “Avarice is a big vice”. Share whatever you have and be vise.

The End