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I live in the jungle. Yeah, you read it right. I live in the jungle. I had been disowned by the society in which I had lived and had found solace in the jungle with the plants and animals. When I first reached here, I had lost my senses. I had been bewildered and didn’t know what to do.
After around 2 months, I had got my bearings in order. I had created a house out of virtually nothing. Had learnt how to survive without ‘junk food.’ I had also found some tribals who went to the nearest village regularly for supplies. I had made a pact with them on the delivery of cleavers, knife and other valuable things like that.
The knife was pretty much understood, the cleaver was for hunting reptiles. Surprising? Well, I hunted them to make shoes and other stuff like that. Their scaly skin was good for my job. People of the Earth were snobs. They wanted the stuff but hated doing it themselves. They even hated contacting me for snake-skin boots.
Well, that was how life went around here. I made boots, tribals acted as delivery boys, took it to rich and pretentious snobs. Well, I couldn’t complain. They provided the cash I needed to live sufficiently in the jungle. My life, as the snake ripper is nice and I am satisfied with it.
One fine day when I had been working, a tribal came running towards me. He recollected his breath and said,
“Saahab ji, a madam from foreign is coming to visit you in 30 minutes and will stay with you for 2 days. She wants to interview you and want to see how you live. She wants to experience on how you survive in the jungle. But, first, she wanted me to ask whether you will allow her to stay with you?”
Okay, I had to accept I was intrigued. But, I don’t live in the jungle so I that I become famous. I lived here because I had been cast off from the very ‘special’ people who now asked for my services. A nag of question came in my mind, so, I asked the tribal, “Why is she coming to visit me out of all the people? What is her profession? Above all, why does she want to live with me?”'The tribal hesitated, then answered,
“Saab ji, the thing is that she is a journalist for an American newspaper. She wants to interview you and wants to see how you live. Why? Well because your fame has spread far and wide. And Saab ji, I say that you accept this offer, she is really very pretty.”
Okay, that perked my interest. It had been since long that a woman had shown interest in me. Well, I couldn’t say no to this offer. I told the tribal to go and give the lady my agreement. The tribal smiled and ran. After running a few steps, he turned back and shouted.
“Saab ji! I know you agreed the offer because I told you that the lady was beautiful.”
His jeering voice rang back. Well, I had to smile on that. It was the truth. Partial truth. I had been devoid of female company since long, and this was a good chance to make connections strong with the fairer sex.-x-(2 days later)I was preparing to go to hunt a reptile when I heard a knock on the door. I buckled in shock, I never got visitors, not even the tribals dared to knock at my door. Then it struck me, only the reporter could have the nerve to knock at my door. I opened the door, welcomed her in. She smiled slightly and my heart quirked. The tribal had got it right, she really was beautiful. I was already smitten over her. I felt it was going to be the best day of my life. Within the first two hours, I had answered all her questions truthfully. I couldn’t lie to her, she was so beautiful. She was verautiiful (Very beautiful) and laughed at my silly jokes.
Second day began with the sunlight breaking the darkness. Veronica- that was her name- got up with me and we both ventured in the jungles. She wanted to see me killing a snake. I obliged to her commands. We went near the lake where I recently found a horde of snakes.
I picked the biggest one of the lot with my bare hands and cut his head off with my cleaver. She was saddened by the killing but she didn’t say it. It was diplomatic her, I knew it was a part of her job so I also let it pass.
Finally it was time for her to leave. I was extremely sad. I just had to make a last try towards her. When she was about to take her leave, I came in front of her and kneeled down. I said, “Veronica, I love you , will you marry me.”
The look of anger came on her face. She said I was too scruffy and untidy for her. She left in anger. For the first time in my life I had been rejected on the basis of my beard. First time my beard had proved a hindrance. This was too much. I needed to shave now.
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