The Terrifying Evening

I woke up someplace, somewhere, sometime, somehow…It was an evening in a jungle, dense with trees. What lay before my eyes was a group of tribal people in a circle of around 10 feet around me,while I looked at them terrified, helpless, as my legs and torso was tied to a tree, but I guess the tribals didn’t have the wits to tie up my hands…They stood in almost every direction of me, front, left, right, even top…Not one of those ferocious faces, as I remember, was without a snicker and not on of the people was without a weapon.

I will never be able to erase the image of those faces from my mind, those small, beady eyes, those arrow-shaped noses, the viciously curved, snickering lips, with white, green ,and brown all over their faces…Fortunately, they weren’t reducing the 10 feet distance between me and the cannibals (as they seemed to be). I tried to keep cool, but the overload of adrenaline in my body got the better of me, and I shouted out – “Who are you and why am I here?” (More likely to end with an exclamation instead of a question mark). Well, A HUGE MISTAKE is what it turned out to be. They closed in on me and the radius lessened to half…I didn’t dare to utter a word from my mouth now.

I could very well see the suspicion in their eyes and hunger on their faces. I started to frantically think about my escape ideas. As each idea came to me, I disregarded it due to some fault or the other. But, almost as I had ran out of ideas, on, super-awesome(or so it seemed) one struck me. I started snapping my fingers to a particular tribal rhythm (what I had picked up from movies). Oh No!!! What a mistake again…. A weight dropped into my stomach as I saw the sequence of matters which took place... As I snapped my fingers, a look of surprise crossed their faces, in an instant, the surprise turned to rejoice, and then, as bad as it was for me, it turned back into suspicion, and more than anything, hunger… The circle reduced to two feet. I gulped – another mistake. One of the people came close to me and placed his spear right on my throat… The few things I remember are a shout from the crowd, the spear pressing harder and harder into my throat, my scream of ‘AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH’, and I banging my head against some sort of hard material. To my great relief, I realised that what I had banged my head against was nothing but my bed head,and here I am, safe and sound, writing this article.