Confessions of a Failed Fratricide

Confessions of a Failed Fratricide

Short fiction

Madathil Narayanan Rajkumar

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Part-1

You may think that I was fortunate that I failed in killing my brother. You will imagine so. But I have mixed feelings.

Twice I did this grim task. And I failed and this though did not make me an honourable person in front of my family, it could win back the heart of that old block. Perhaps I was lucky, that way not counting logarithms or finding the value of ​µ​ in prison hollow.

You guessed right, I am a mathematician who carted my career off to the corporate world..

And there he pretty much died. This was on one of our treks by the Scottish trails past…Lothian hibernation in September, when the lowland lass might have cast her old tunes or Sir Walter would have his…

And I undertook that mission, which began as a simple discussion and fast-forwarded into an altercation, and a fight of sinful nature.

What was it all about, just a predilection to certain authors. I told that Goethe is the greatest author in German literature and he said

Arno Schmidt.

He said you must read him. His Bottom’s Dream (Zettel’s Traum]

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And in the beginning, it was a good time, then the trivial jealousies slithered between us, and he scolded my wife in one of the volleys of rage as he could not repress it…

And my wife told me, I am here not as a domestic, but a legally wedded wife and should get respect. In the marriage, I asked a huge dowry, and her father was adamant, I will not give a copper from my poke. if he starves I will provide that son of a --.

And he told these words aloud in front of the Chaudharys next door and the lady was all-fired laughing, and this I knew that I did not carry her vegetable hamper while coming home..and I swallowed my anger like sugarcane juice and told her, very tasty and enlivening words, are they not, and my wife blushed…

And that night I was too spent with her and told her vehemently, I married without honour, now the fellow, meaning her father, will come to my home like a begga-. And as I predicted two of his shops were taken by the government as it was a road expansion, and I laughed from the depth of my heart, the fellow deserves, it…And I sent my mother in law rose bouquet and Kancheepuram saree with Bareilly zari embroidery.

Let her attire well, at least…

But to my dismay, my dad in law had great pull in high offices, and though he lost the shops in the cardinal area, he got two ones on another developing place in city…

But you see, his only daughter is with me and I thought to teach him a lesson. But to my consternation, that was the season my brother entered the household with a beaming head and a clean-shaven cast.

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