Rinu Antony’s short story is a thrilling read of a walk down memory lane.
Hina’s eyes darted from the grandiflora roses in the garden to the rat scurrying behind the plush sofa.
She had seen the rat several times before. She knew there was more than one and she worried that two would soon multiply into many. She desperately wanted to get rid of them but without harming them. She didn’t know how to do that.
“Use rat-poison,” suggested a grocery store clerk in her neighbourhood.
“I don’t want to hurt the rats,” Hina had said.
The grocery store clerk had looked at Hina as if she was crazy, which Hina believed herself to be.
“Then use a mousetrap.”