A knock on the door was what triggered off the chain of events. Anika was clearing the loft, poised delicately on a seven-foot-high ladder. Bingo, was his usual helpful self, prancing around the ladder, making desperate attempts to climb up. The junk had been dumped on the floor and he sniffed around, picking up things which he then transported to other corners of the house. Her threats and cajoling fell on deaf ears. Finally, she threw the broom down, heaved a sigh and began the journey down. That is when the knock came. And that is when several other things happened too, all at the same time. The phone rang, a cockroach flew out, she screamed and gravity did the rest. Seconds later, she landed on two carton boxes of junk, her derriere inside one of them, and both hands sticking out in the air. The ladder was resting on her tummy and Bingo was on her face. She lay there, motionless and shocked. The sound of her heart pounding away against her chest, and the ringtone of the mobile phone were the only sounds heard.

A staccato of knocks followed which jerked her back to reality. “Shucks!” she cursed, gathering her strength and wits about her. She tried to extricate herself, but slid back into the box, along with the pup, who had moved down to her tummy.

“Get off me, you idiot,” she barked at the little fellow, who was pretty sure this was a new game. He looked back at her adoringly.

Another loud knock followed. “WAIT”, she shouted. “I am coming .”

She looked at Bingo. “Listen, sweetheart. We have to get out of here. You get it? My back’s killing me and I can barely breathe. Now get off me .”

Bingo moved up to her face to shower her with licks. She managed to push him off, threw a ball and sent him after it. Slowly she lifted herself out of the box, winced as an excruciating pain shot up her back and finally managed to sit on the floor. She looked a sight and felt even worse.

The knock resurfaced. “Coming,” she yelled, and crawled up to the front door, gingerly raising herself enough to reach the doorknob, and opened it. She gasped and stared. The handsome hunk from the neighboring flat, her crush for the last six months, stood before her. “Could you lend me today’s paper?” he asked hesitantly. “Uhh, no. I mean yyes, “she stuttered idiotically.

Cupid’s Arrow, though mistimed, did strike. The wedding is next Saturday .


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