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.