"Prashi!! bastard where are you?" Pottu came sprinting in the dark.He was in such a momentum that he couldnt help colliding Prashi before both crashed down on the ground.Prashi fell on his back while Pottu landed on his friend
" Dont tell me you have this weird habit of running around in the dark" Prashi pushed Pottu aside.
"Are you okay?" Pottu asked in a worried tone.
The detective came running by and stopped before them" I followed her but it was too difficult in the dark.I lost her" He kicked the foot of a nearby tree.Prashi got up, pointed his finger in the detective's direction and asked " Who are you?"
"I am detective Raman.Nice to meet you Prashi" He let out hand in response.Prashi looked at Pottu " Whats going on?"
No one spoke on their way back.It was only after they reached the road that Prashi asked the detective " Why were you after the girl?".Raman didnt utter a word.They kept walking." I think she was lying about something"
"What!!" they both spatted.
"Now that I try to recollect, I think I have seen the girl somewhere before"Prashi said.
"Where?" both of them asked together.
Prashi turned to Pottu and said " In your house".
Everybody stopped for a moment.Raman and Pottu stared at each other.The intensity of horror their faces portrayed didnt distract Prashi who was scratching his head and and cursing himself as he grappled with his memory.
"She was lying about her name"Prashi finally blurted out
Pottu and Raman turned their heads towards Prashi who was smiling before saying " She is Isha.Yes now, I remember.She was the one coming to Pottu's house to borrow silly things like sugar.I ofcourse actually never saw her but due to the number of her visits, I could atleast get her face.So Detective Raman, Why were you after Isha? and why was she claiming herself to be Sasha?".
Neither of them answered.Both tuned back and gazed at the Dark family of trees behind...
Sunday, May 9, 2010
7-conversation, interrupted...
Pottu dint realize he just let Prashi slip under his own nose.
" Damn! its his lazy attitude that makes me sick" he grunted.His cell phone buzzed again.
YOU BETTER HURRY...
The detective was following them in the dark and was shocked to see the drama that had been going on.
" Its surprising that we have never actually seen each other"Prashi said.
"Can I say something?" Prashi hear the girl speak.
" You are supposed to" he answered.
"Do you know who lives in the 4th street of gandhinagar?"She asked
"No.I am not from the survey department.Like hell I'd know who lives in 4th street" He muttered.
She chuckled and said " So, its not surprising if the people from4th street of gandhinagar come and ask you 'how come we live in the same town and not know each other?' huh?"
"Are you actually as dumb as you look?" Prashi asked."Anyway, I like your argument.And I think you can convince people easily,"
"Oh yeah.Thanks.By the way have you ever loved anyone in your life?" she suddenly asked.
"Yes, I dont think anyone would ever love that person more than I "Prashi said.
"And whos that?"the girl got excited.
"Its I.I love myself"Prashi quietly said.
"good.Loving yourselves, a very difficult thing to do" she nodded.
"No its a basic thing to do.If you can love yourself, you can love anyone in the world" Prashi hissed.
This guy doesnt even know how to talk to a girl.May be he deserves dying.Careful man! she can take out the damn revolver any time...The detective whispered under his breath.His cell phone rang.The girl quicly turned back. Damn!He was quick to put it back to silent vibration.All that could be heard was a beep that was lost in the ongoing conversation
"I think its time to leave" the girl said looking around dubiously.She could sense a third person.And she started departing.
"Hey I thought you'd be coming further" Prashi questioned.
"Damn! Did she see me?.Or was it Pottu?" The detective thought as he saw the girl walking away into the dark, never turning back.
"Hey " Prashi let out a loud voice but the girl was already gone.She was quick and also it was quite dark
"Saasha!!" he shouted and was about to make his move in her direction when he heard another loud cry.
" Damn! its his lazy attitude that makes me sick" he grunted.His cell phone buzzed again.
YOU BETTER HURRY...
The detective was following them in the dark and was shocked to see the drama that had been going on.
" Its surprising that we have never actually seen each other"Prashi said.
"Can I say something?" Prashi hear the girl speak.
" You are supposed to" he answered.
"Do you know who lives in the 4th street of gandhinagar?"She asked
"No.I am not from the survey department.Like hell I'd know who lives in 4th street" He muttered.
She chuckled and said " So, its not surprising if the people from4th street of gandhinagar come and ask you 'how come we live in the same town and not know each other?' huh?"
"Are you actually as dumb as you look?" Prashi asked."Anyway, I like your argument.And I think you can convince people easily,"
"Oh yeah.Thanks.By the way have you ever loved anyone in your life?" she suddenly asked.
"Yes, I dont think anyone would ever love that person more than I "Prashi said.
"And whos that?"the girl got excited.
"Its I.I love myself"Prashi quietly said.
"good.Loving yourselves, a very difficult thing to do" she nodded.
"No its a basic thing to do.If you can love yourself, you can love anyone in the world" Prashi hissed.
This guy doesnt even know how to talk to a girl.May be he deserves dying.Careful man! she can take out the damn revolver any time...The detective whispered under his breath.His cell phone rang.The girl quicly turned back. Damn!He was quick to put it back to silent vibration.All that could be heard was a beep that was lost in the ongoing conversation
"I think its time to leave" the girl said looking around dubiously.She could sense a third person.And she started departing.
"Hey I thought you'd be coming further" Prashi questioned.
"Damn! Did she see me?.Or was it Pottu?" The detective thought as he saw the girl walking away into the dark, never turning back.
"Hey " Prashi let out a loud voice but the girl was already gone.She was quick and also it was quite dark
"Saasha!!" he shouted and was about to make his move in her direction when he heard another loud cry.
6-Sasha interprets
Now Pottu remembered.Among all of Isha's visits to his house ,there was only one thing that was common.It was Prashi's presence.They both never really talked to each other.And Prashi barely acknowledged Isha's presence.He would always laze around on the sofa listening to music and she would try her best to gain his attention .
"they never met" Pottu quietly said.
" I have this gut feeling that Prashi dint even care to look at her"
" And how is that so important now" Potti demanded.
" In a way" the detective interrupted.
For one second Pottu thought. " How on Earth did she love Prashi?"
"because" the detective continued " Sasha thinks Prashi is responsible for Isha's death".
"Im telling you,I swear they both never met" Pottu yelled.
" Im sure Sasha wont be convinced with your statement" the detective.
"My ass" Pottu thought." You mean to say Isha wrote something like 'he has no interest in me, my life is a waste' in her diary before dying" Pottu demanded.
"You are so bad at guessing.NO.She didnt write anything as such in her diary before dying.Infact, She didnt pen down anything in the last few days of her life.The last thing she ever wrote was 'I am in love with Prashi'" the detective said.
"Then how the hell did she suspect Prashi"Pottu screamed.
"I have been trying to come up with an explanation for that.Two major factors heavily influenced her.First,the last lines in Isha's diary were registered so deeply in Sasha's mind that she convinced herself that Prashi was the culprit.Second, I met the local cop who was involved in this case.From my conversation with him, he had seen many incidents like this.He was so accustomed to suicide cases that when Sasha demanded him an explanation on the cause of death, he said "how would we know, must have been a love failure.We are investigating".He was a bad cop who gave a bad statement.Now that must have been why Sasha's options were narrowed down to one cornered name.Prashi."
"How long have you been working"Pottu asked.
" Doesnt matter" the detective said.
Pottu's mind went blank before he heard the detective shout at the other end.
"Does Prashi actually know about this suicide episode?" He asked
" No, he was out of town that whole week.When he came back,I just told him about a girl from the neighbourhood who was found dead.He exclaimed and forgot.Neither does he anything about Sasha nor the name of the dead girl Isha." Pottu gasped.
"Alright, Dont let the poor fellow go around alone.I will be trailing her.If there is any sign of emergency or If I find him alone,I will call you.If I dont, I'll atleast message you.Its better if we red handedly catch her" He hung up.
"they never met" Pottu quietly said.
" I have this gut feeling that Prashi dint even care to look at her"
" And how is that so important now" Potti demanded.
" In a way" the detective interrupted.
For one second Pottu thought. " How on Earth did she love Prashi?"
"because" the detective continued " Sasha thinks Prashi is responsible for Isha's death".
"Im telling you,I swear they both never met" Pottu yelled.
" Im sure Sasha wont be convinced with your statement" the detective.
"My ass" Pottu thought." You mean to say Isha wrote something like 'he has no interest in me, my life is a waste' in her diary before dying" Pottu demanded.
"You are so bad at guessing.NO.She didnt write anything as such in her diary before dying.Infact, She didnt pen down anything in the last few days of her life.The last thing she ever wrote was 'I am in love with Prashi'" the detective said.
"Then how the hell did she suspect Prashi"Pottu screamed.
"I have been trying to come up with an explanation for that.Two major factors heavily influenced her.First,the last lines in Isha's diary were registered so deeply in Sasha's mind that she convinced herself that Prashi was the culprit.Second, I met the local cop who was involved in this case.From my conversation with him, he had seen many incidents like this.He was so accustomed to suicide cases that when Sasha demanded him an explanation on the cause of death, he said "how would we know, must have been a love failure.We are investigating".He was a bad cop who gave a bad statement.Now that must have been why Sasha's options were narrowed down to one cornered name.Prashi."
"How long have you been working"Pottu asked.
" Doesnt matter" the detective said.
Pottu's mind went blank before he heard the detective shout at the other end.
"Does Prashi actually know about this suicide episode?" He asked
" No, he was out of town that whole week.When he came back,I just told him about a girl from the neighbourhood who was found dead.He exclaimed and forgot.Neither does he anything about Sasha nor the name of the dead girl Isha." Pottu gasped.
"Alright, Dont let the poor fellow go around alone.I will be trailing her.If there is any sign of emergency or If I find him alone,I will call you.If I dont, I'll atleast message you.Its better if we red handedly catch her" He hung up.
5-Isha's mistake
Pottu was now at the entrance of the tree tunnel.He was now thinking of the phone call he received a few days back from the detective.
"Listen carefully " He said as Pottu pressed the phone to his ear.
" This Sasha bought an unlicensed revolver exactly 10 days ago and has been trying ever since to secretly gun down the person she has lately started to hate the most"
"And who is that? " asked Pottu as he felt hair rising on the back of his neck
"Prashi, you friend". The detective muttered.
" What? How do you know him?" Potti was confused.
" Remember the book you told me Sasha was reading.ahem I actually broke into her house a few days back.After scanning through her room, I collected a decent pile of books.And 2 of them were not actually books.They were diaries.A new one and an old one.The new one was Sasha's own diary and the other was to my surprise, Isha's.Are you listening?" the detective shouted
" Yes Yes..." Pottu felt his voice shake.
" After Isha's death,It didnt take long for Sasha to discover her sister's diary.Isha's diary was the storehouse of her emotions.It contained everything connecting her to this world.Had Isha been alive,Sasha could never have understood the thoughts that ran in Isha's mind.The very fact that Isha is dead is what prompted Sasha to believe and understand everything her sister wrote." the detective took a deep breath.
"And how can you say this?" Pottu demanded.
"Thats where Sasha's diary comes into picture.You see, she developed this habit after going through her sister's thoughts.Her diary is somewhat similar to Isha's but different in nature.She wrote how she never cared to understand Isha and hated herself for doing that.Through the diary, she could get a clear image of what her sister was.Isha was like you said,a very down to earth girl.But did you know that she visited a Psychiatrist every week"
"What?" asked a surprised Pottu.
" yeah, she had these suicidal tendencies when she was under acute depression.When she was 17, she attempted to cut her veins just because she came 2nd in some damn exam.The doctor said it was normal for human beings to make mistakes, repent, correct or forget them.But Isha couldn't, she just couldnt.Even a small mistake would haunt her for weeks.So It was natural that she did things slowly and carefully."
Now Pottu remembered how Isha nervously handled the teapot and other cutlery every time she came to his house.
"All she did was a simple mistake" the detective stopped.
Pottu didn't speak.
" She fell in love with your lazy friend, Prashi" the detective said.
Pottu closed his eyes, slapped his forehead and sighed "Of all guys"
"Listen carefully " He said as Pottu pressed the phone to his ear.
" This Sasha bought an unlicensed revolver exactly 10 days ago and has been trying ever since to secretly gun down the person she has lately started to hate the most"
"And who is that? " asked Pottu as he felt hair rising on the back of his neck
"Prashi, you friend". The detective muttered.
" What? How do you know him?" Potti was confused.
" Remember the book you told me Sasha was reading.ahem I actually broke into her house a few days back.After scanning through her room, I collected a decent pile of books.And 2 of them were not actually books.They were diaries.A new one and an old one.The new one was Sasha's own diary and the other was to my surprise, Isha's.Are you listening?" the detective shouted
" Yes Yes..." Pottu felt his voice shake.
" After Isha's death,It didnt take long for Sasha to discover her sister's diary.Isha's diary was the storehouse of her emotions.It contained everything connecting her to this world.Had Isha been alive,Sasha could never have understood the thoughts that ran in Isha's mind.The very fact that Isha is dead is what prompted Sasha to believe and understand everything her sister wrote." the detective took a deep breath.
"And how can you say this?" Pottu demanded.
"Thats where Sasha's diary comes into picture.You see, she developed this habit after going through her sister's thoughts.Her diary is somewhat similar to Isha's but different in nature.She wrote how she never cared to understand Isha and hated herself for doing that.Through the diary, she could get a clear image of what her sister was.Isha was like you said,a very down to earth girl.But did you know that she visited a Psychiatrist every week"
"What?" asked a surprised Pottu.
" yeah, she had these suicidal tendencies when she was under acute depression.When she was 17, she attempted to cut her veins just because she came 2nd in some damn exam.The doctor said it was normal for human beings to make mistakes, repent, correct or forget them.But Isha couldn't, she just couldnt.Even a small mistake would haunt her for weeks.So It was natural that she did things slowly and carefully."
Now Pottu remembered how Isha nervously handled the teapot and other cutlery every time she came to his house.
"All she did was a simple mistake" the detective stopped.
Pottu didn't speak.
" She fell in love with your lazy friend, Prashi" the detective said.
Pottu closed his eyes, slapped his forehead and sighed "Of all guys"
4-I am Sasha
Prashi was taken aback.He was now looking at a beautiful face glowing in the moonlight.The long cascade of her hair was shining as it danced around her thin waist.She was walking towards him." I can accompany you back home" she spoke.
" Who are you? You scared the hell outta me" Prashi mocked at her.
" I am Sasha" she replied.
" And what is Sasha doing in a place like this?" Prashi asked
"Pretty much the same you have been doing" she answered.
" Had you been a guy or an animal, I would have been less surprised" Prashi spat at her.
" Not to worry, I happen to have this habit of taking long walks during midnight.My mom says I'm Brave.Well, What do you think?" she asked.
" I dunno but certainly your mom is braver than you to encourage a habit like that"Prashi said
" Like she knows" she Interjected.
" Whatever!You are something worth remembering.So care a walk with me?" Prashi lazily asked
She smiled and marched towards him till she could feel his scent.They slowly started walking.
" Who are you? You scared the hell outta me" Prashi mocked at her.
" I am Sasha" she replied.
" And what is Sasha doing in a place like this?" Prashi asked
"Pretty much the same you have been doing" she answered.
" Had you been a guy or an animal, I would have been less surprised" Prashi spat at her.
" Not to worry, I happen to have this habit of taking long walks during midnight.My mom says I'm Brave.Well, What do you think?" she asked.
" I dunno but certainly your mom is braver than you to encourage a habit like that"Prashi said
" Like she knows" she Interjected.
" Whatever!You are something worth remembering.So care a walk with me?" Prashi lazily asked
She smiled and marched towards him till she could feel his scent.They slowly started walking.
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