The Parasite

Issued to the public at large.

Folklore or not, little matter. 

A rare breed. Infact, rarer than the Reshamiya. The first of its kind, some say. First discovered in 1989 by the medical fraternity in one of the grumpy shops of suburban Bombay gobbling bars of Dairy Milk. As dessert, of course.

Its main course is Happiness. No, no not the one sautéd in the company of friends, food and beer. Nor the kind evoked when hardwork french-kisses success in an orgasmic delight. Far from it.

This bugger feeds on Happiness from the remotest sources. From the selflessly loving naivette, to the emotionally disfigured. From unhealthy attachments to blind faith, it drinks in from the care and nurture of the nice.

The medical fraternity is bewildered. This is no work of science. Just pure art.

Does not kill, like other parasites. Like them, does not give too. Simply finds shelter, and sucks out. Kuncham kuncham. And then, with effortless ease, find its next prey. Smoothness, say they. 

Its biggest grouse is that Happiness is not available in Tetra Pak. And that life is about giving. Mostly spineless, malnourished still and impossible to get rid of, the medical fraternity warns people of much warmth and love to stay away from it.

Popularly known as Anuj Gosalia, this parasite was last spotted in the by-lanes of Ahmedabad. Thankfully, not multiplying.