TALL STORY-THE INVASION

There was a buzz of apprehension in the air. The feeling was contagious. Every member of Mr. Srinivasan’s four headed family had their eyes stuck upon the door.
Mr. Srinivasan had so much craved for a good storage place, so that his small house could look somewhat spacious. Clothes were strewn around, books stacked one upon another, toys always coming in way making them fall at every step.

As soon as he had laid his eyes on the cupboard, he had vowed himself to work hard and endeavor like a Trojan. After some four or five months he had succeeded in arranging three months installments for the much awaited purchase.

He had paid them the amount today morning and they had assured him that the cupboard would be home delivered by 5 in the evening. It was nearing to 4.59 as the members had their eyes and ears alarmed. A sound of bell and every one gave a sigh of jubilation. The men placed the furniture at the said place. It was their moment of bliss. But Mrs. Srinivasan saw that her husband had a pensive look on his face. She asked him and his reply in one word “The Invasion” alarmed her too. But she said, “Don’t worry, that won’t happen again. It happened four years ago. All the bad things which had to happen have transpired.”

This brought a feeling of relief in his mind and soon after the “happiness intoxication”, the family slept peacefully. Mr. Srinivasan woke up and wanted his first sight to be his new acquisition. What he saw was a heap of dust and he cried….it was the invasion again, yet again…the invasion of white ants….