Mirza Saahib and his anticipation.

“What in the name of God are you doing here, Mirza!”

Aadaab Mrs.Ahmed! Figured, your plants needed some water, so here I am at your service, Muhtarma!” Mirza went down into a deep bow and sent the water from the can splashing around the back yard.

“Aaaargh! Who told you to water my cacti in such ample amount Mirza! They don’t need much water. Now kindly go back upstairs before I reconsider my decision about renting the first floor to you.”

“Oh, okay!” Mirza grinned idiotically from ear to ear.

Mirza, MOVE!” She bellowed.

Her eyes followed Mirza all the way up the stairs like a hawk. As the door closed behind him, she let out a sigh of relief. God! He was getting on her nerves. In the last two months, Mirza had come to her aid about a trillion times. Anymore of his services and she might aswell ask him to move in with her!

She cleaned all the mess he had created.

She remembered the time the idiot Mirza had figured that her cat looked ill and had given her some medicine. Only that medicine had turned out to be a laxative! She remembered cleaning cat shit, off every inch of her floor. And the time when he had figured that her car needed a wash. She had woken up to find her car porch, flooded with water and soap and later some parts of her car that had been scrubbed clean off it.

She decided to take a bath. On an impulse, she opened her drawer to check on the money she had withdrawn from the bank the other day.

She didn’t know what happened next. She woke up to find Mirza infront of her and a couple of police officers roaming about in her house. Looked like she had fainted! They had asked her if she had any suspicions.

“Don’t worry Muhtarma! They weren’t able to steal a paisa! I had already removed the money from your drawer. Had an anticipation after the burglary in the neighborhood,” Mirza said with a conspiratorial wink.

She stood up and moved to the Officer in a robotic manner. She said something to him. The Officer hand-cuffed Mirza. With malice etched on her face she said, “TO HELL WITH YOUR ANTICIPATION!”

©2012. Habiba Danyal

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Muhtarma= madam

Aadaab= a greeting

For Trifecta Week 55, my childish attempt at humor. This week’s word is:

a : a prior action that takes into account or forestalls a later action

b : the act of looking forward; especially : pleasurable expectation

: the use of money before it is available
a : visualization of a future event or state


b : an object or form that anticipates a later type

: the early sounding of one or more tones of a succeeding chord to form a temporary dissonance — compare suspension

20 thoughts on “Mirza Saahib and his anticipation.

  1. This had a delightful racing quality to the pace and was a really fun read.I feel like we’ve all had people in our lives where we wish we could say, “Please, please stop HELPING me.” But my favorite part was the cleaning of the engine parts!

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