Saturday, November 17, 2018

Key to End...









“Suman….Beta I am going to office…please give the keys to Shobha Aunty, our neighbor while going to college” told Rita, a working woman, a widow, a fighter, a mother. 

She had no way but to go for a private job after death of her husband due to lung cancer when Suman, her daughter was in Class X. Now Suman is doing her post-graduation and in few months she will be supporting her Mom as she already got placed in one MNC.

In last 14 Years Rita had did everything to shape up the career of her only daughter. Suman also did well in her studies and made Rita proud of her.

It was a regular working day for them. Rita was having a meeting with new client so rushed a bit early to office, else she used to go after Suman left for college and carry the keys, as for last 15 days Suman used to come late due to extra classes.
“Sure Maa, I will give the keys to Shobha Aunty, today I will be again late, will be attending a seminar”, told Suman

“Ok Beta…today I will be cooking your favorite Chinese Food…do come back on time…bye…see you in the evening” told Rita

“Ok Maa..bye..all the best for presentation”, told Suman

Rita’s presentation went quite well, client was happy and so was her boss. They got the order, one of the biggest
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“Well Done Rita, with this your promotion is almost sure, let’s celebrate and have lunch together.” Told her Boss.

“Thank you sir, it was all because of your guidance. Just a request, can I leave a bit early for home, I need to prepare special dinner for my daughter and need to do some preparation.” Told Rita

“Sure Rita, you can leave after lunch for today.” Told her Boss

Rita had lunch in a hurry and rushed to the super market. She got all the stuff she required for the dinner and reached home.

“Hi Shobha Ji, can I have my keys.” Told Rita after reaching her Society.

“Arre Rita, you are early too, anything important today.” Told Shobha

“Early too? What do you mean? Who else came early.” Asked Rita

“Arre Suman beta also came 2 hours back. I have given the key to her.” Told Shobha

Rita was surprised but was happy also as both of them will get some quality time together on a working day.

She moved towards her flat. She was surprised to see that door is locked but the key is still in the lock.

“Mad girl, she started forgetting things. May be due to pressure of her studies.” Rita thought.

She turned the key in the lock and opened the door. There was a different smell, which she never liked in the house. Memories flashed back when this smell used to be a regular stuff in the house. It was the smell of cigarette but a bit different, may be mixed with something which her husband used to have almost a pack every day. That became the reason for his lung cancer and death eventually.

There was pin drop silent in the house. She saw that the back balcony door was opened, which is usually closed as there is lake on that side and almost every month one suicide happened there in last few months. She went and saw empty packets of cigarettes and an empty bottle of whiskey, three glasses and some grass like material in a small packet.

She got apprehensive, fear of something bad grown in her mind immediately. Slowly she moved towards Suman’s room. Suddenly she saw Suman’s college bag on the floor just before Suman’s room. She picked that, she got another shock as she found a packet of ciggerrate, a lighter and a packet of condoms.

Rita always supported Suman in various decisions some of them being a bit bold against so called social norms. But Rita always had trust on Suman that she will be not doing anything wrong or something which will hurt her. She never thought she can lie to her. She did not got the courage to even see inside Suman’s room. She immediately went outside and called Sadhana, one of the close friends of Suman.

“Beta I am Suman’s Mother, just want to know, can you tell me if Suman is under some pressure or anything wrong going on with her. I am a bit worried and you are the only one whom I know very well.” told Rita

“Aunty, Suman is not attending college post her placements. I have not met her for last 15 days. In fact she is not even picking my phone. So I have no idea. Only one thing, once I have seen her with Rohit, he is our immediate senior. But he does not hold good impression in the college. In fact he was restricted for getting weeds in the college and involvement in a sex scandal. I warned Suman but he told that he know how to take care of her and no one can take undue advantage. After that I never met Suman. On whatsap goup she told that she is going out of town on personal leave so also did not disturbed her much except few calls.” Told Sadhana

“Beta can you give me the details of that boy.” Told Rita

“Sure Aunty I will whatsapp the details with his photograph.” Told Sadhana

Rita cut off the call and got the message from Sadhana. She saw the photo of Rohit and called the number given by Sadhana. A mobile started ringing inside her house. She went inside and saw a mobile just near the bathroom, Rita’s number was displaying on the mobile. It was not locked. She picked the mobile and saw that whatsapp message notification was blinking. She opened the whatsapp and got a message conversation of Rohit with a middle age man as per the display pic. Rohit had messaged an address which was Rita’s flat’s address and told that man to come with the cash, some seminude pics of Suman was also there in the messages sent to that man. By seeing the pics Rita got sure that Suman has taken those pics as these were selfies and taken in the their bathroom only.

Rita almost became lifeless. With heavy breathing she slowly moved towards Suman’s room again.

She got shock of her life. Suman was sleeping on the bed with two man, one of them was Rohit and another one was that middle age man, all of them nude and in deep sleep. Probably dose of weed which Rita found in the balcony along with whiskey and ciggerrate resulted in such situation.

Rita felt lifeless. All her efforts wasted in a flash. She was not able to understand where she went wrong.

Next day Rita’s body was found in the lake in the back of her society.

It was just another suicide in the Lake for everyone but we know A working women, a widow, a fighter and most important A Mother passed away on that day.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.




Saturday, October 20, 2018

Back to Life




         





She called me at such an odd hour. This is unusual. She had told me in the evening that she and her friends are going to have dinner at her house. It is 11:30 pm only and with Mumbai standard, fun time is not yet started for weekend. So her colleagues must be with her. So why had she called me and asked me to come as soon as possible? Her voice was also not comforting. There was sense of panic & nervousness in that. Usually she sounds confident and clear, especially if she had 1-2 pegs with her favorite chain of smoke. I cannot avoid this call as she is my own cousin, we work in same office, though I did not liked her being so open, drinking, smoking, consuming drugs, her live in partner (Partner Number 3 in two years’ time) as all these had already put her parents status down in the society back at Benaras.

Both my uncle & aunty always treated her like princess and supported all her bold moves. They were proud of her achievements. Even the residents of government colony where they stay were quite proud of her and they used to tell their kids to follow her. But her last two years shut everything down. Probably she did the same mistakes what a girl from small town do after being independent and without any supervision at a place like Mumbai. They always tends to flow in the direction in which other flow, it starts with small things and slowly moves to bigger things. Her parents came to know after all the residents came to know about her, through various sources. They did not believed that, till her father had to rush to Mumbai for picking her from police station as she was caught in one of the illegal rave parties at Alibaug. And after that slowly they came to know about other things also. They tried to make her understand but she was in trance and treated everyone as enemy except her friends. Uncle told me to look after her as I was the only one in Mumbai whom they know and can trust and I also used to talk to her usually in office.

She has many friends and usually never call me like that. All sorts of bad thoughts came to my mind.

What if? She had again taken drugs and could not have control.

What if? She got again caught by police for illegal drugs.

What if? She had fight with her live in partner number 3 and tried to kill him like partner number 2.

What if? Her friends had fight (which usually they do) and someone is badly hurt.

What if? I go there and put myself in something really uncalled for things.

With these thoughts I reached her flat. Door was open. There was no light, no sound as if something really bad happened there. For once I thought to get back to my room, but the promise which I had made to her father stopped me. I went inside slowly. Suddenly lights got switched on and people shouted loudly “ Happy Birthday Vivaan” and music started playing with song “Baar baar din yeh aaye” a famous birthday song from Bollywood.

To my surprise I saw her standing with all of our office colleagues in front of me with a big cake on the table with living room wonderfully decorated. I checked the watch, it was 12:01….yes…it’s my birthday which I never celebrated properly since I came to Mumbai, at least not in such grand way.
I thanked everyone and cut the cake on which “HBD Brroo!!” was written…that is how she used to address me.

While everyone were busy enjoying their dinner. We two hanged out in the balcony. She told “Bro, I want to get back to my life….my family, you were always a big support for me…so I thought to start with you. I need you to take it further with me. You always cared about me irrespective of my mistakes. So I can always bank you.” She started crying. I tried to console her, and told that I am always with her.

“I am always with you. Frankly your’s today’s call chilled my spines. I cannot tell you what kind of thoughts came to my mind. You thought about celebrating my birthday and executed it so well itself speaks how much you give importance to relationships. After all family is family.” I told her.

“I know. I made mistakes some knowingly..some unknowingly. But now I would like to restart. And I will do it.” She told and this time with firm voice.

“By the way where is your partner number 3” I asked to make moment light a bit.

“He saved his life and fled on time.” She told and we both started laughing.

“Yes…..she is OK and back” I messaged to her father. I do not want to know the reason why this has happened or this change happening...I am sure nor her parents wanted to know.

She is getting back to life and that is what we all wanted ever.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’