My Worst Incubus
My Worst Incubus5 mins 131 5 mins 131
It was a hot summer evening. My room cooler had suddenly stopped working, and so I had to get off from my bed, head towards the switchboard to turn on the ceiling fan. After that tiresome struggle, I returned to my bed, and picking up my phone, I started scrolling through my Instagram feed. After a few minutes of unproductive scrolling, my phone screen popped up a battery low notification. Ugh! It was damn annoying. I got down from my bed again and went towards my computer table, where my power bank was lying. But sadly, that too had run out of power. “WTF!? What else do I need to tolerate? How did it get discharged?”, I murmured to myself. And then I remembered that I had sucked its juice last night during my gaming session. “Yup! I’m always careless about my stuff, and also, I’m too lazy to get them charged”, I solaced myself. But then, I was looking for my charger, and surprisingly it wasn’t there where it was meant to be. I was going to freak out when suddenly, the fact that my Dad randomly borrows my stuff, when he needs them, and does not return them, until I get mad, stopped me from doing so. I stepped out of my room and went over to the living room, where my Dad is mostly found, and yes, quite expectedly, he was having my charger in his hand. When he noticed me, he was like “I’m sorry son, I was going to return you the charger, but this TV serial made me sit back on the couch.” Although I replied with a smile to my Dad, pretending that it was all fine, and there was nothing to worry about, but deep within, I was rather a bit annoyed and was like, “Please Google some new excuses, Dad. You’re using the same excuses over and over again. Even your regular customer is kinda fed up with these now.” But then, I noticed something weird about my charger. Instead of that black thick single wire, there were a couple of thread-like thin, colorful wires. And when my Dad noticed that huge question mark on my face, he was like, “Chill beta. I’ve replaced some of the wires from your charger’s circuit because your charger was not supported by your bed socket, and now your phone will charge even faster than before.” Well, this was quite expected from him, because being an engineer, he always comes up with crazy ideas, and he often starts experimenting with them on my stuff, without thinking of the negative outcome, of his experiment. Anyways, this time nothing solaced me. I was rather worried if my charger would get damaged. As soon as the charger was handed over to me, I rushed to my room and connected the charging jack to my phone, and the adapter to the socket. It didn’t work. My sweat began trickling through my cheeks and my heart started beating rapidly. I switched the socket on and off several times, Pulled the adapter off the socket, wiped its terminals, and reconnected it, unplugged my phone and connected the jack again, tried the same with my room switchboard socket, but nothing worked out. I was rather filled with rage at that very moment and was just going to have a great quarrel with my father when I heard someone knocking at the door. It was my father’s office colleague. My Mom somehow took me to another room, because it wasn’t at all a great idea to show my angry face to everyone. She was trying to console me, saying that it was just a mistake, and to replace it with a new charger from the online retail stores. Well, I won’t deny that it was a good idea, but at the same time, the lockdown was on, and no stores were open, so I had to keep my phone discharged, as well as had to live without it for a few days, and that was not at all possible for me, not necessarily because I was a cellphone addict, but also because it aided my work and was my only mode of entertainment. I replied to her, “Mom, that phone was very dear to me, and just to keep my phone, as well as its accessories safe from him, I had decided to go for a type- C charger….” But then she left, without listening to my words completely. She went to the kitchen, to prepare tea for the guest. Anyways, I tried to sit quietly and lone, in the balcony, to cool myself down. But then, I felt a familiar fragrance around me, and I found my father’s colleague, standing beside me. I greeted him with a smile. He asked me, “How is your lockdown going on, Rahul?” Although I was filled with rage, at that very moment, I answered, “Uncle, its mostly boring”, as politely as I could. He suggested, “You can play PUBG during this time, and enjoy it. You were unable to enjoy it that well, during your schooldays”, but I was like, “No uncle, I think it’ll be better to study, rather than squandering my time on these things. Also, our classes and tuitions have begun, so it won’t be wise to play every time, else I’ll have to regret it, like last year.” He looked quite impressed with my response. After a few minutes of conversation with my father, he left. And just after that, as soon as I was going to have a conversation with my father, regarding the way he messed with my charger, my phone vibrated with the battery low notification, and I got up from my sleep and headed over to the black-cabled charger connected to my room switchboard socket, and then, as soon as I connected my phone with it, my phone screen showed “Charging 5%”.