by Nikhil Kshirsagar
There was this time I hated being touched.
Not by other people, mind you. It's just that every now and then,
since I was 11, I'd get felt up all over the back of my neck by phantom
fingers. I counted, there were 10 distinct touches and each one had a
sharp end like a nail or something.
They'd usually run up and down my neck, stopping where my head
began, running up and down the spine sometimes, but mostly the neck. I
twisted and turned trying to see if an invisible man was playing a
trick on me. (I lacked logic back then)
This went on for a few years. It wasn't always that I had invisible
hands running up and down my neck, you see, they chose certain moments
to make their presence felt. At other times, I was a completely normal
kid, worried about the usual things in life one should be worried about
at that age. (girls)
Many years later (and many phantom neck rubs later), I swiped the
back of my neck for no particular reason, and caught hold of these
fingers (with my fingers). They were about to embark on yet another
self satisfying neck rub. I caught them in the act.
Amazed, I wasn't going to let go, and instead melded them into my
own by sheer force and willpower. (and cold fusion). It wasn't that
they were attached to also invisible hands. I didn't expect hands. I
knew there would be empty space where wrist and hands were expected.
Fingers I can deal with, but no wrist, thank god, no hands..
They seemed to want to rub the back of other folks necks, but I
really wanted them to try to do something constructive, so I redirected
them to a guitar and tried to teach them how to play. The first few
months were a struggle, but then they got the hang of it.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm trying to pass off bad
guitar playing on someone else. You think I'm trying to shift the
blame. yeah? But I guess there's only so much guitar one can play until
one gets bored..
And believe it or not, the other day they retracted into my wrist,
then hands, and went all the way up to the neck (crawling backwards on
their knuckles, so to speak) and began to do what they used to. From
the inside. They discovered my Adam's apple and had a ball with it.
I just hope they don't go any further, otherwise they've got me by
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