Fearless Nadia and The Dragon.

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As a kid, I remember how I wished someone would follow me around with a handheld camera, capturing my bravado. My childish mind fancied being under the spotlight, for I believed I was Fearless Nadia.

I was around 7 then, a babysitter for my kid brother, who was three. The very protective elder sister who would slay dragons for her younger sibling. Sadly, there weren’t any real dragons then, except the one who breathed fire each time he roared out my name.

Dad.

So it happened that one hot summer afternoon, I was entertaining my kid brother in our tiny backyard. There was this wall that separated our house from our backdoor neighbours’. A wall which the cats used as a hunting ground at night.

Eager for an adventure of sorts, I lifted my brother and seated him on the wall. It wasn’t too high a structure–a mere three feet in height–and was right under a papaya tree that offered some cool respite.

After getting him settled, I climbed up, myself, to show him the very beautiful world that was our backyard. It being noontime, I wasn’t scared of any feline company to spoil the show. God, I hated those evil looking cats back then; particularly a tomcat, who seemed like the devil incarnate. His ugly, yellow eyes gave me a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.

So, there we sat, a happy pair of kids counting papayas and enjoying some avian orchestra when all of a sudden, I felt a presence behind me.

I turned around to see HIM standing just a few feet away, glaring at me with his evil eyes. His tail up high and his stance–all ready to pounce on his prey. Or so I thought.

My stomach began churning like crazy as my mind began visualising every kind of horrid scene, with blood splattered all over the wall and me covered with scratch marks and bites.

My heart thumped madly in my chest. I couldn’t even hear myself yelling at him to go away. Was I really yelling? Or yelping? I can’t recollect.

But, I do remember picking up my brother and jumping to the ground, into mother’s tiny vegetable patch. Of course, the jump wasn’t timed perfectly. I landed on my back, with my kid brother on top of me.

I had saved my kid brother from the evil feline!

Oh boy, was I relieved or what!

Scrambling to get up and pick up my brother, all at once, I tripped on one of the tomato plants. But, I managed to flee the spot and rush indoors, with the sibling bawling his head off.

I was shivering with panic and fear, and yet feeling extremely brave and proud for having played the role of Nadia to perfection. But, little did I imagine the kind of reaction our little escapade would elicit from The Dragon.

Trembling with nervous excitement, I narrated the incident to dad and mother, proudly stating how I had saved the kiddo from the tomcat, and also from falling to the ground and hurting himself. I was imagining myself on the silver screen during the entire episode, being lauded and patted on the back by The Dragon, but was soon brought to my senses with a whack on my leg.

“Why the hell did you have to place him on the wall?” roared The Dragon. I gaped at him, openmouthed, unable to speak. I mean, unbelievable, right, after everything you go through for that kid?

The whack, the kid bawling, dad yelling–all of it wiped out all the bravado I had felt just moments ago. My shoulders drooped, I walked out of the room, dejected. I think I swore I’d never even touch their favourite child, ever again!

That was the last time I climbed that damned backyard wall. I stopped enjoying our backyard adventures, too.

I didn’t stop imagining being followed by someone with a handheld camera, though. Guess I must have been a silver screen star in some past life!

The Dragon mellowed with age, thankfully. Now he is the timid rabbit that I used to be all those years ago.

And, I am The Dragon.

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This post has been written for the YeahWrite weekly writing challenge.

Published by shilpagupte

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38 thoughts on “Fearless Nadia and The Dragon.”

  4. Awww..poor Fearless Nadia..this brought back memories of my childhood summer vacation when I used to play with my kid cousin brother who was 8 years younger to me..So many times I got scolded for similar reason, when my intention was totally misunderstood by the elders.. I was never scared of my Dad but my uncle was the ‘dragon’. I used to be scared of him and now at 75 years he is my best buddy. Great post Shilpa..it reminded me of so many things.

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  7. Hasa hasa kar maar daala!!
    Boring comment likhna mujhe aata nahin hai aur bahaduri ki dastaan mere paas koi hai nahin. The stories that I do have in my bhanumati ka pitara is of me being the evil big sister. I have lighted matchsticks to finish off my younger brother. I have poked my fingers into his eyes with the thought ki aaj to iski kahani khatam kar hi deni hai. All these evil deeds while I was just 2 and a half or 3 years old and he was a baby. My father was also a dragon but I don’t remember if he had flown to distant islands bellowing fire when I was doing such kartootein.
    I have a question though – what happened to the tomcat?

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    1. Hahahahaa! πŸ˜…

      Your comment made my day!! And also made me think ki I was not that bad as a kid… There were eviler kids out there! πŸ˜‰

      The tomcat lived for a great and years and was replaced by other tomcats. And when I grew older, I devised a super plan of frightening those cats. I would leave open my hair, bend down in front of them and shake my head vigorously, mouthing some tribal mantras! πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…
      The cats would scoot off to safety!
      Kaisa laga!? πŸ˜‰

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    1. I know, right? Some fears from our childhood stay on in our adulthood. I have begun liking cats, but from a distance. But, I still find them scary… Evil, actually! Sorry, cat lovers! ❀

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  12. Nicely written Shilpa. I can empathise with the pain and fear of the young protagonist and loved seeing how the tables turned and you became the dragon. Also, what is it about dads being terrors when you are young?! πŸ˜›

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  13. The way you spun the story of Fearless Nadia made me feel like a kid again. You gave just enough detail that I could form a clear picture, but you didn’t spend so much time on that that you took me out of in the action. I did struggle a bit with the transition between revealing Dad as the dragon and putting your brother on the wall. It took me a while to realize that you were scared of a cat and not your Dad at that moment, but that could have just been me.

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    1. I did think about that –not being very clear about revealing Dad as the Dragon, as well as being scared of the cat, who stood behind me. But, I felt that if I tried explaining too much, I would lose the grip over the narration, myself!

      Thank you for visiting! πŸ™‚

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