‘Hi!’ , a new chat box blinked on the internet page.
I was still in bed, the computer left connected to
the internet for simply no reasons. Lying flat on the stomach and face stuffed
into the pillow, my mind was taking a stroll. I pushed myself up, and looked up
to the window. The leaves bathing in the tired sunlight made a soothing
ambience all around. I let my nostrils take a stretch and breathe in the fresh
air. And then it dawned on me, it’s going to be night again.
Beautiful evenings come with loathsome
nights in its kitty.
For some moments, I was back in my psychiatrist’s
chamber. A soothing blue haze surrounded the room. I could hardly see the face
that was talking to me, asking about my darkest secrets and a death.
“So, Miss Shraddha Roy, tell me about you? What’s
wrong in your life? May be I can help.”
Yes right, you can help. Make a dead
person alive, can you?
“We were supposed to get married this March”, I
said, showing off my engagement ring. The diamond shone mockingly on the
platinum crater. I felt the blue haze, the darkness, the chamber laughing at
me, silently, at my misery.
‘Ma’am, you have been suffering from situational
depression, but it’s okay. We can work on it together. You will be fine soon.’ The
faceless voice now came into view, ethnic earrings, a big bindi and two kohl-smeared
calm eyes, smiling assurance to me.
Then she went on telling something about depressions
being curable, but clearly I was not listening. I stared at her moving lips and
broke down, perhaps for the first time after Chetan’s death.
The morgue, Chetan’s lifeless body, the
blood and the gruesome description of the accident, all at once, it came back
to haunt me.
‘Hi. Are you there?’ the chat box blinked again.
I was back to the bed, to the window, the drowning
sun and the air. I walked up to the computer and typed a reply, “Yes. Say?”
“Up for some schmoozing?”
“Yes, only after I know you.” I am disturbed, Get Lost.
“I happen to know your sad story. You must be very
disturbed?”
“How come you know about me?” Is
my ‘sad story’ doing the rounds in newspapers? Get Lost, will you?
“Miss, this is just to tell you, life is not unfair.
You just need to keep calm.” And with it came a smiling emoticon
.
Love someone for five long years, get
engaged and then one night receive a phone call about his death, yes life
seems
fair.
I was just about to type a reply very rude, when
this nameless text sender went offline.
.. to be continued.
