Quirk

"Ronny," as mommy Richa shouted, "for heaven's sake gobble your breakfast and walk for the school bus before it speeds up.

The shriek of a squirrel lurked from the garden, subdued though..

Dropping the kitchen towel, there, Richa runs to the backyard, aware of the fact that Ronny must have hurt the visiting birds and animals in their backyard. Ronny a hyperactive age of twelve often ties firecrackers to the dogs tails,or chases the hens and squirrel s, "just for fun", as he says.....

"Ouch", mom Richa bangs herself with her most awaited scare, Ronny, whose popped out fear from eyes melts down with the salt droplets from his forehead, "tell me the truth now Ronny, what have you done, you freak!" tell me before I scoop our that below your Throat!"

"Nnn ----nothing, mom, that squirrel over there..."Runs a shaken fear stricken boy, before he could serve his deed out, on the platter for mom.

Bewildered Richa purses herself through the creeping and drooping leaves of a gloomy shabby pathway to backyard, where she finds the squirrel not moving.  Head hugging the floor in a pool of blood, in a pond of helplessness .... The squirrel lies, puking utter worthlessness on Richa about her upbringing of her little demon Rony!..

Uh!"--- only a sigh of disgust was heard ... Richa with eyes touching the shame, came back to her room...

2...

A coffee with a "me" time, is what Richa seeks in the evening. After a long trail of text and exams in Ronnys school, finally a breathe of relaxation is what she snatched as a by product. 

This balcony fetches her some good clicks in her memory, to cherish after...

Enjoying the chattering and giggling below,down, Richa smooched the cup, hugging every drop of energy before her attention caught a group of teenagers running from the right side corner of the kiddo-park..

Immediately a sweat of crude mischief ran down her spine. Banging almost, the coffee cup on the portico table, she toppled down to the park, only to find a angry puppy of pomeranian dead there. 

Sweating profusely she, sat over a bench as the cruel mischiefs of her son slided through the translucent curtain of her brain.. starting from the beginning.

She knows her son. Came home and waited impatiently for Ronny that evening in her drawing room. 

It was dark outside as the winter Sun went to sleep early, handing her duty to the night moon. Ronny opened and entered, not knowing her mom waiting like a tigress.

Before even he could even threw himself to the sofa, Richa pounded on him, slapping continuously...

"What have I done"a bewildered and thrashed adolscent questions..

"Why did you do this even, ronny? Why did you even killed that puppy!... Slapping continuing... Blue and Black.

"Stop mom," holds Richas hand, with a grey smile, Ronny muttering in an ice cold voice, chewing all the innoscence of his age "that bloody shit scratched me the othered day. And better you listen to mamma, I will do this to every four legged on this world. I hate four legged life they remind me of being superior".

Richa sat on the floor with watery eyes, as these spit came out of her twelve year old boy.

3 ..

Motherly attributes drag Richa and her son to a psychologist chamber, as Ronny's zoosadism scared Richa to death...

An anxious mother waits eagerly out, with a nail-biting excitement.. before she pushes her son into the fire of self-purification, for Ronny.