Thursday, June 3, 2010
16-The Diary heralds
" So why were these torn off?" Prashi asked.
"She tore them off even before I started spying on her.So when I went through I didnt find anything attracting about Prashi.As to why she tore off, I thought you were good at guessing....".. Prashi didnt speak.
"Because the bridge she built was starting to collapse.She slowly started discovering that Prashi was innocent afterall.He was almost vindicated in Sasha's mind.At the same time she couldnt betray her instinct so she kept the papers with her all the time " Raman said as he slowly smiled for the first time.He continued
"Even tonight when she was out in the woods for a regular stroll, she kept the pages with her.If you remember, she was being very kind to you..But when she sensed someone around, she slipped away quickly and in the midst off her running, that one page fell of her pocket."
"What prompted her intermittent views on Prashi? she was sticking to her instinct, right?" Prashi asked.
"Yes, she probably came across something that was fair enough to support Prashi." Raman asserted.
"What could that be" Pottu asked
" You told me Pottu.Its about Prashi's absence.I remember you saying Prashi wasnt in the town." Raman told Pottu.
"Oh yes, I left on August 24th and came back on sept 2nd." Prashi said
"I see , she somehow came to know about your absence and she then started to doubt.Prashi wasnt there almost the whole time.Thats the point" Raman said.
"After I asked you to spy on her, I once told her about how one of my friends, Prashi who lived nearby didnt knew about Isha's incident as he was outta town a few days back" Pottu spoke silently.
"So it was you who partially assuaged her revengeful intentions" Prashi said.
"But how did she end up dying?" Pottu asked as he neglected Prashi's remark.
"The moment I saw her corpse, I knew that she must have written something in her diary.So I made it a point to immediately seize it" Raman said as he took it out from his coat and flipped it open as Prashi and Pottu rushed forward.
15-The pseudo Isha
"Isha never wrote anything on August 23rd" Raman stated as his revolver vanished behind his Blazer.
"Then what was the piece of writing we just read?" Pottu asked.
"Its just a pseudo entry, fake one.It was written in such a way so as to portray Prashi in a negative manner or you can say an unreal Isha penned down every word".Raman asserted.They didnt speak
"Now! who wanted Prashi in a bad light?" Raman asked as he could feel the excitement in his voice
"Sasha ofcourse" Pottu said as exchanged consensual looks with Prashi who abruptly asked " but the handwriting....how could you differentiate that? and why would she take the pain of writing a fake note when she was already intent on killing me?".
" Do you remember how Sasha arrived at a conclusion that Prashi was embroiled in her suicide?" Raman asked.
"yes" both of them said.
"Well, there was no proof that you were actually involved in inciting her suicidal tendencies.It was only her instinct that drove her to point her finger at you.You understand, there was no solid proof to incriminate you which eventually worried Sasha"
"There was this gap between instinct and proof.As time passed, she began to doubt her instincts and grew skeptical if it was a decision taken hastily.But out of her love for Isha, she never gave in on her instinct.Since she dint have any other clue,she took it for granted that Prashi was somehow the accused.So she constructed a bridge between her instinct and proof.She rewrote all the missing pages of Isha's diary.She wrote it in such a way that when she doubted her instinct again, she would read those commencing pages of Isha's life and convince herself that Isha would have written the same.So those missing pages were like a proof to her that Prashi indeed, was guilty.The pages were like a series of events which dramatically described Isha's love failure.And it was quite clever of her to mimic her sister's handwriting.Nobody would ever check Isha's diary but still she concentrated on getting the exact replica of her sister's writing style which ofcourse,couldnt deceive my eyes.She did this because she probably didnt want to read her own writing style.Possibly to get the feel of Isha's writing." Raman finished.
14- The anticipated truth
"listen" he dragged Prashi towards him and asked " Check out there is power in the neighbouring house.Quick".Prashi rushed to the veranda and returned after what seemed to be 10 seconds.
"yeah.only this house is dark" he said and tried to divert his focus from Sasha's face.
"Good. switch on the fuse, will you? I bet it is not how it is supposed to be" Raman said.
Prashi took a few more painful minutes to spot the fuse switch before discovering it was actually turned off.He switched it on as the tube light of the drawing room started to flicker.The only other room to be illuminated was Sasha's bedroom.
"Wait right here.I'll go check the other rooms" Raman left them.Prashi and Pottu felt alone as they kept staring at the corpse.They felt very vulnerable as the very sight of Sasha raised questions in their mind.Did it end with the killing of siblings? Who was next?
Raman returned after a few minutes as all their questions were momentarily suppressed."There is no one in the house.The backdoor is open" he gasped.
"Who killed her?" Pottu asked.He was no longer crying.
"Shall I call the police?" Prashi asked.
"No" Raman glared at Prashi.
He summoned both of them to the sofa beside.Pottu started stammering " Are you...Are you.."
"Relax Pottu.I will tell you everything" Raman convinced as he cleared his throat.
13- The emperor of all emotions..
The three of them stood before the door as Raman got impatient." I think something is wrong.Why is she not opening the door?"
"It is 3 in the morning.You know it takes time, We are normal human beings unlike you.Wonder where didya get this detective from" Prashi shrugged as Pottu managed a chuckle.
"You wouldn't think the same if you happen to have a mind like mine" Raman asserted.
"What is it again?" they both asked together.
"On August 23rd, Isha didnt write anything" He said.
Pottu's heart skipped a beat."What are you babbling about" Prashi angrily asked.
"But we just saw" Pottu questioned...
"Open the door.I'll let you know.Open the damn door first" Raman spatted.
"Im trying" Prashi grew impatient has he slammed his fist against the door.Pottu looked at both of them.He fumbled in his pockets and took out a key.The slamming stopped.Pottu was being stared at by 2 curious pairs of eyes.
"This is a duplicate key I brought along with me.Just in case.Sasha gave it to me long back.She had the original one though but wanted me to keep the duplicate" Pottu said as Raman snatched it and unlocked the door in seconds.They were now inside.It was dark.All lights were turned off.Prashi moved towards the wall and turned on the switch.Nothing happened.
"Turn on your cell phones" Raman commanded as Prashi n Pottu followed.They were in the drawing room and Prashi felt his leg brush against the blunt edge of the sofa.He heard a click as Raman turned on his torch.The first beam of light fell on the frozen and petrified face of Sasha.Her eyes were swollen.Prashi was taken aback.He tried to control the abruptly spawned feeling which began in his spine and traversed up as it made the hair on the back of his neck to rise and culminated to an explosion when it reached the heart.Prashi felt his hands shiver with the emperor of all emotions, fear.The moment Pottu saw the hollow-lifeless face of his friend, he knew he was going to let out a scream which would surpass the limit of his trachea.Raman on the other hand didnt avert the beam's focus.He came to a mental standstill.He was nonplussed.He turned to Prashi who also seemed to be disconcerted.Pottu collapsed and started crying.It was an appaling sight as he felt two cold hands on his shoulders.He got up as puddles of tears reached his lips.
"What the fuck is this?" he asked as he felt the bitterness in the otherwise salty tears.Neither of them answered....
12-The lacerated feelings..
The three of them pored over the scribbled entry.
August 23
11:00PM
Its embarrassing and hurting.He doesnt even look at me.Yeah who would? I have no friends, no fun.I am not the kind of girl guys would stare at.I look at him, he never reciprocates.He was so arrogant when I tried to approach him.I love him but he is starting to lacerate my feelings.Dr. Sharma asks me to concentrate on my studies and insists that I should forget this for a while.But I cant.Its so disturbing.Please God take me away..
"Dr Sharma is Isha's Psychiatrist" Raman said as they finished reading.He didnt move his eyes from the page.
"We could infer that" they both muttered.
"And there is nothing that we can extract from this entry.It says nothing except the stupid doctor giving stupid lessons to an innocent girl about a stupid boy named Prashi" Pottu remarked.
Prashi was quiet.He was in another world.He wasnt even hearing to what Pottu was babbling about.Prashi was wondering.
" Even I am wondering how could such a nice girl fall in love wit you" Pottu maundered.
"The problem" Raman interrupted "with you two is you are so sensitive towards deviating from the point of focus" he sighed.
"Its futile.We will go to Sasha's house now" Pottu eagerly said.
"I agree" Raman said as he got up and took out a cigarette.
"Not in my house" Prashi said as he and Pottu headed to the door.
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