The King of Marijuana

The truth in her eyes was unbearable. I had no other way, I was out of options. I had to do it. I had to pull the trigger. So I did.

The strange port town of Goa, Computer wallpaper sunsets and cute couples on the beach. I wonder, when would my turn come? When I would sit on the beach with my gal and just listen to her talk about any random thing possible. At the end that could not happen. I get a call.  “Varun, where are you?” “Miramar”, “Boss is calling”.  That was the call of enough day dreaming. No one would follow a guy like me who walked in a path which was dark and cruel. 

 Scene 1- “The Panji Club”

All the revelry takes place here in goa. Its not like the rave parties you see in movies which happen on the beach. Here you find drugged and raped women and men lying on the floor hopeless, waiting for someone to pick them up from the abyss. The river of booze never stops as the glacier melts forever. I go to the roof, where the boss stays. He has the best view in Goa, surrounded by coconut trees and a beach in front of him.

“50000” says the boss.

“For what”?

“Pick up this girl, she’s maal from Mumbai. She’s highly important, take her around goa, show her the sight s and drop her at Canaguinim.”

“Ask Canny to do it”

“He’ll fuck her and sell her, I already got paid; do as I said”

“Ok boss”.

So I go to Panjim Bus stand, waiting for this unknown girl. It’s 7 and I can’t wait any longer.

Its 9:00. I start the engine and I hear a knock at the boot. I see a strange girl from the rear view mirror.  I tell her to open it. She’s put her big suitcase inside and she opens the door. I thought she’d be a hooker or an emotional pimp. She smelt good.

Scene 2: The beach.

Its night so I take her to my guest house in Dona Paula, we haven’t spoken and she smells for weed. She crashes on the bed and I am left to sleep on the sofa.

Its morning and someone is standing right over me.

“Let’s go to the beach.” “I said fuck off, its early morning”. The bitch kicked me in the nuts.

I pushed her off the bed. I took out my gun and I was about to give her flesh wound, just then I realized that she was a high price item.

We went to the beach, she played in the water and she rolled up a joint and was floating. She offered me some of her stash but I refused. She insisted so I couldn’t refuse. I took it in and the entire view of the beach and the horizon turned upside down. I could see little specks of bright light flashing in front of me. I asked her what she had given me. She said its special maal from Mumbai. I was floating on the water along with her and for the first time I felt happy, I was laughing out of no reason. The blue sky became black and I could see the stars. I couldn’t feel the water entering my clothes. I could hear myself and her laugh. I was tripping on some trippy shit.

To be continued.

 

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