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Last Wish October 6, 2011

Posted by poetrybygitanjali in Dialogue, English, Radio Play.
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Daughter: He was sitting there. Just sitting there and laughing with all these women around him. I almost always wanted to kill him when I saw him.

(Walks into a salon)

Hi!

Father: Well, its about time. What time did you leave? Did you crawl here?

Daughter: No Dad, I walked it. I couldn’t find an auto. Can we go now ? I’m hungry.

Father: I was getting bored of waiting for you so I told them to give me a head massage.

Daughter: How long is it going to take you? Father: I don’t know. If i did, i’d be a masseur.

(Daughter walks into the inner room)

Daughter: 25 minutes ? Ok. Thanks.(comes out) They’re going to take  25 minutes Dad. I’ll be back.

Father: How do I know where to meet you ?

Daughter: Dad I said I’ll be back here. I just need to buy some vegetables.

Father:  From where? Hopcoms is closed.

( Masseur comes in and starts massaging)

Daughter: Dad I think ‘More’ has fresh vegetables now. Even if they don’t I’ll buy the rest of the stuff and come back.

Father: What stuff ?

Daughter: (Takes a deep breath and counts on her fingers) Jeera, methi, dhania, rice, multigrain atta, soya, oil, biscuits, chocolates, maggie, pasta, phoolmakana and… and… wait (takes out a small note book) nimbu, mirchi.

Father: Whay do you want nimbu-mirchi again?

Daughter: Because the nimbu mirchi outside the house is drying too soon.

Father: You’re just like her.

Daughter: I thank god for that everyday. I’m going Dad.

Father: Buy me a box of earbuds. I think I have water in my ears.

Daughter: Ok, Dad.

Father: And some nailpolish remover.

Daughter: ok, Dad. (Phone rings) Hello! Han! Han! Illa, nan Alle iti dini. Illa pa. Nan watchman gey kott bandidini. Sikta ? Yen appa, munniappa… wand kelsa madi, wand wasa specs togoli bill namm building secretary gey kalsi. It thini pa.

Father: Where did you leave his bag ?

Daughter: Bye Dad!

Father: Hey listen… I don’t think there’s any soap in my room.

Daughter: I just bought you three bars of Dove.

Father: yeah I used them up.

Daughter: For what ?

Father: My feet.

Daughter: Three bars ?

Father: Not all three. One for my feet, one is in my bathroom and the other I… I…

Daughter: Dad! Dad! (Father looks away.)

Daughter: (whispers) Dad are you doing it again ? Dad ! I’m asking you something. Dad, Dad, ok Dad I won’t shout, just tell me. Please… please dad. Look if you don’t admit it I’m going to buy you only medimix for 6 months.

Father: No! No! They taste aweful. Ok! I admit it.

Daughter: (Takes a deep breath) Ok good. I’m glad you told me. I’ll wait for you near the garden, outside the reception. Just wait there don’t go anywhere.

Father: Ok (1 minute later) Ashima! ashima!

Daughter: What Dad?

Father: I’m done. Come lets go to the supermarket.

Daughter: Like I said I almost always wanted to kill him. Actually if it weren’t for mum’s last wish, I would be writing this in prison.

( Written as a part of a writing workshop Logorrhoea by Gautam Raja of Jagriti Theatre  )