I was watching the movie Airaa; a movie filled with dang and da-dang moments. Just as Nayantara picked a piece of cloth with half a butterfly drawn on it in blood, the phone rang. A courier delivery person requested me to come down and pick a parcel. I paused the movie, got up, went out and closed the door. I pressed the elevator button and waited. The elevator started its ascent from the ground floor. The numbers incremented slowly from zero. It stopped when it reached 13. The doors opened and I stepped in. The doors closed and the elevator started its descent to the ground floor. The elevator doors opened and I stepped out. The corridor was empty. I walked towards the back door and walked into the parking lot. I walked out of the parking lot and stood in the sun. I walked towards the main pathway, which was shaded and looked towards the gate. A car passed. I waited. I got tired of waiting and walked back. I was startled by a shrill sound. I nearly jumped out of my skin but it held me down tightly and informed me that it was only the security person's whistle. I reminded myself that I was no longer watching Airaa.
I picked the package and walked back to the building. I entered the corridor and walked towards the elevator. I was shocked to find that the elevator was no longer on the ground floor. It was on the 13th floor! Once again, I tried jumping out of my skin but I was once again reminded that I was no longer watching Airaa. So I got into the elevator, went up to the 13th floor, got into my apartment and continued watching the movie. An hour and half later, Yamuna smiled at the butterfly flying over Bhavani's and Amudhan's graves. I patted myself on my back for having wasted two and a half hours of my life.
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