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Tit for Tat

Ronit's only trick was to praise her land-lady's weird ways and show rapt attention to her morbid tales of how she influenced the fates of all those who surrounded her in a positive way by sending them her positive vibrations.She was mesmerised by her own hallucinations and Ronit showed his rapt wonderment and reverence till he took full hold on her and enjoyed uninterrupted stay in the house. She hardly paid any notice to his dalliances with his numerous girl friends in the house. She was a simpleton for him who could be hoodwinked into believing anything howsoever bizarre or inane.This way years passed and he forgot that he was a mere tenant.
                 But then one day as he returned as usual, she called him with those bewitched looks and informed him that he had to vacate. Why? He almost shrieked.Because she had the foreboding that he was under some evil spell which was distracting her positive vibes. He was shocked. He could not refute her since
he had been averring with whatever nonsense she had been pouring out to him.He pleaded with her but she contended that she could not help it since she was ordained to follow the higher dictates.He left and the new entrant made his way in the house as the new tenant no doubt paying double the rent which Ronit was paying.

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