It was 11:00 p.m. Sahil was dropped at his house by the office cab. He lived there with his friend. But his friend was not at home that day. He went to his native to attend his cousin’s marriage, 2 days ago. He would be coming the next morning. Sahil hurried up to his house in the second floor. He unlocked the door quickly and got in. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to find something to eat. Only the empty bottles of Teacher’s Choice, Signature, Blackdog and others stood there. He found a little amount of Sprite left in a bottle. Quickly grabbed it and poured it in his mouth.
“Did it even wet my tongue”? He thought.
It was late. All the restaurants were closed while he was returning in the cab. Even the road side eateries were not there. He thought he could find something at home. Ankit always kept something to eat at home.
“Oh, what shall I do now”? He thought again. He was hungry beyond he could explain. Then he filled a glass full of water, dumped lots of sugar in it, stirred and drank it in a gulp.
“May be this will hold that Hunger-demon for a while”, he said to himself. He then went and hit the bed.
The clock struck 12. Sahil woke up and sat on the bed and gave a huge grunt. The pain was unbearable. The sweetness of sugar was no match for the audacity of the Hunger-demon. He felt like someone was playing with a flail in his stomach. He got up and went into the kitchen again. He searched all the containers to find something that he could eat. He found nothing but sugar, salt, oil and other things but nothing which he can cook. He gave a deep thought about something.
He then lit the stove and placed a kadai on it, poured oil into that. He left it to heat up. Then he prepared a marinade with whatever he could find in the kitchen. He mixed it well. Just when the oil was about to boil, he smeared the marinade over his hands and dipped them into the kadai. He simmered it around in the kadai. After 5mins he took them out. They were perfectly cooked, like a deep fried chicken. He took it to his nose and smelled it.
“Perfect”, he said. Then he took a bite of it.
“Oh My God.!!", shuddered Sahil on his bed gasping for air.
“What kind of dream was that?”, he thought. He was shivering and sweating profusely. His throat went dry. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and suddenly felt something different. He switched on the lights. His blood Froze when he saw his “Deep fried hands”.