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“Helloooo…”

Kumudha winced at the syrupy voice that came floating in through the door. A rather obese woman came inside, panting heavily.

“You must be Mrs. Kumar. I’m Mrs. Shrivastava, your neighbor and the secretary of this society. Welcome, welcome.”

Kumudha nodded mutely.

“Oh, you haven’t unpacked yet? If you need any help, let me know Ok?”

“Sure.”

“That’s a nice bunch of flowers. The security told me some random lady was plucking flowers. It was you, right?”

“Hope it’s alright?”

“No. We usually don’t allow that. Rules, you know? No pets allowed as well. Oh, that’s a nice TV. Say, what’s your WiFi password?”

Many thanks to our gracious host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting yet another edition of Friday Fictioneers.

Picture Credit: Dale Rogerson

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84 thoughts on “Moving In – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Well done. I couldn’t imagine a neighbour here asking for our wifi password. Actually, we have no contact with most of our neighbours so not that surprising.
    This place does sound rather oppressive. I’d be finding someonewhere else to live.
    xx Rowena

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    1. You’d be surprised by the sheer awesomeness of such neighbors, Dale. I live in an apartment complex and we have quite an array of great characters out here. Thanks for a fun prompt. Cheers, Varad

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    1. Thanks for the comment, Lata. My grandfather used to say – never share your pen and your vehicle with others. Safe to say the WiFi password needs to be added to the list.

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    1. Thank you, JHC. In her own warped mind, she would consider herself as a lil over the top friendly neighbor. But that’s not how she comes across to others. I have seen quite few characters like her.

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  2. I went out with one such neighbor, today morning. She picked up a few white pebbles in the flowerbeds outside the hotel, as a matter of right. The security guy stared, and I had to stuff a tip in his hands, before we drove off. He could have embarrassed us, though. Good one!

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    1. Tut tut! language. 😀

      You are absolutely right, Rochelle. Mrs. Shrivastava is quite the Universal annoying neighbor. Thanks for the kind words. Cheers, Varad

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