A TYPIST FIEND
As a reputed short story writer, I used to write one story once in a week. ‘The Sunday Evening’ was my usual publisher. I had made one nonofficial agreement with the editor of the magazine, who was my friend, that I will send my story one day before it get printed.I returned home on Thursday from my mother-in-law’s house, where I had been to leave my children during their summer holiday. After my lunch I remembered the story to be sent in the next day.
I sat in front of my typewriter and started to think over any ideas to come. I frustrated being not getting any ideas so I thought it is better to get the tittle and then continue. So I typed ‘A typist fiend’ as tittle. As I had my lunch just before, I was feeling sleepy but still I was not allowing myself to sleep was thinking how to start the story.
It was 2 hours from then when I got up. I saw my lengthy type sheet. It was typed to its 5/6th. I typed my name. Removed the sheet out and read the story. The story I typed was heart throbbing. I got satisfied about the story. I saw the time Oh! It was getting late for it to be posted. So I made hurry, I took out the carbon copy and folded it and kept in my file. I put the story to the post cover. Then immediately rushed towards post office. The post boy was removing the letter from the box. I handled my cover to him.
The same day I got wire from my mother in law that they were going to Roam along with my children and wife during that summer vacation and she compelled me to accompany them. So I phoned to my editor friend to get me free from that column for the next two weeks.
I returned home after enjoying very much our tour to Roam. I gathered all the newspaper and ‘The Sunday Evening’ all were in our entrance room.
I saw my last story in the magazine and I searched for the reader’s reply in the next week’s magazine. There were so many replies from the reader about my story and all most all read it as a very exiting story. Then I read my story in the magazine, as I suspected that one sentence printed something other than my original, so I took out carbon copy to confirmed, I got stunned by seeing that only the title and my name was typed in the carbon copy.
Short Story Series By: Dr. Hemanth Raj
E-mail: hemanth26@hotmail.com & hemanth28@indiatimes.com
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