21.7.105 A.T. (After Trump)
Dear
Diary, 8:30
PM
Oh,
what was I going to do?!
Earlier
today, as usual, I was in the site, helping my boss Gazoon Rai in our new
excavation project. To be honest, I was the one who was actually doing all the
work; Gazoon was just ordering me around while drinking ice tea from a flask.
It was an extremely hot day. I couldn’t have been outside if it weren’t for the
sunshade and my hi-tech sunglasses.
“Yet
another of these coloured thingies Sir,” I shouted as I took out what Gazoon
said pre-Trump humans called ‘plastic’. “God,” he grumbled, “why did these
people like plastic so much? It seems as if we are standing on top a town of
some sort.”
At
lunch, I made my way to the lunch table to rest for sometime, when I stumbled
upon something. Of course, I fell down and banged my head on something metallic.
I lifted myself up and gazed at what I tripped on, trying to figure out what it
was. The tip of a metal prong jutted out of the ground. “Boss,” I shouted.
“Whats happened?” he shouted back. I decided not to tell him though. If it was
something big, he’d have all the glory and not me. “No, nothing.”
Instead,
I went to get my tools. A detector and DustGo vacuum cleaner. I ran the metal
detector over the spot where I tripped. The display read, in a mechanical
voice, ‘Phoenix Market City. Exactly 997 years old. In a city called Chen-eye.’
Hey,
wasn’t that a name for that ancient disease, Madras eye? No wait, my eyes popped out of their sockets. CHENNAI!!! I
thought the city was just a myth. But here I was, standing on top of the
marvelous city of Chennai!!! Oh how many wondrous things Id heard about this
mystical city, with it’s dainty little shops, bustling streets, and where
people talked a lot.
Well,
didn’t I say that I might discover something big? Even so, I wanted to keep
this herculean discovery to myself. I wouldn't want Gazoon to have all the
glory, would I? And oh, think about the news. The papers would be flooding with
my face, and I’ll be giving interviews to all the famous personalities. Plus,
I’d have a ton of fans!!
But
first, I’d have to figure out what I was standing up on. What in the world is a
Market City? And where did a phoenix come from. Are those even real? Who knew,
anything was possible in Chennai, if it even existed…
Oh
why did I get stuck in this mayhem?
Your
friend,
Nantak
Rai
-Adithi Arun
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