Misadventures in the belly button of Parth Singh Parihar

seed #351

Mr Dassani’s sleep crackled with breaking of the window pane and more with a tug in his shirt.

The morning which Mr dassani had planned to skip by being absent, broke in with chaos as Mr dassani had to open his eyes for he felt as if a goat was pasturing on his silk shirts. Mr dassani only allows this with consent, and this was not one of those times. And for the chaos, it so happened to be much disappointment to Mr. Dassani that there was no goat.

It was an oompa loompa ferociously tugging at his shirt and trying to pull him out of bed. What infuriated Mr. Dassani was the oompa loompa lack of courtesy. It is stated in the handbook of oompa loompa, that if an oompa loompa ever has to wake another oompa loompa, it is a must for them to make them breakfast in bed. As extravagant as the news. And here was  not even a dry toast.Mr dassani considered himself as beautiful as oompa loompa, meaning they both were ugly and hence soul brothers. 

Since this oompa loompa will not take  a break from tugging the ¾ of the remaining shirt, Mr. Dassani gave in and let the oompa loompa guide his fate. This oompa loompa dragged Mr Dassani through the fish market, followed by the mall and then through a back kitchen, 50 miles from his house, to the porch of parth singh parihar.

Nobody knows whether the porch had tulips or roses, or whether there even existed a porch. Mr dassani was not given a moment, but dragged inside the house. The oompa loompa was still tugging at the little remains of the shirt with ever growing ferocity.  He tugged Mr dassani straight through the front door, all the way to the upper floor. He crashed into a bedroom rushing towards a man. Mr dassani couldn’t get a chance to form a picture of the face, because the oompa loompa didn’t stop rushing, and tugged mr dassani straight all the way deep into the belly button of parth singh parihar. 

When Mr. Dassani and the Oompa Loompa crash landed in purple meadows, they were lost deep somewhere. The oompa loompa took out a club from his pocket and knocked Mr. Dassani off.

Mr Dassani’s last remaining thought was that if he was to be clubbed, he would have happily had it before the life altering journey to the mysteries of this belly button.