The Mind Creative
I had managed to create a mystery around Mofbee and we
secretly wished that, like Boo, he would save us from a terrible
calamity. In fact, during our holidays, we often followed Mofbee
everywhere, wanting to be the first to see if he really ate people
or saved them.
From
the
concrete
grill
surrounding our dining room,
we could often see old Mr.
Yadav exercising. We could also
sometimes see Mofbee having
a bath fully clothed from a
bucket in the middle of the
courtyard, or sitting cross
legged on the floor, smoking. It
was Mofbee’s smoking addiction
that first drew him to our living
room.
After my Baba retired from his
job at the blast furnace, he
spent almost all his time in the
living room and even had his
regular afternoon nap on the
divan bed in the room.
We never thought of locking the front door. That is, till Mofbee
walked in one afternoon. H