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I landed at Indira Gandhi International Airport today morning at 8. It was a bit chilly outside the airport. I tightened the scarf around my neck, and extended my left hand out to stop the next cab.
I landed at Indira Gandhi International Airport today morning at 8. It was a bit chilly outside the airport. I tightened the scarf around my neck, and extended my left hand out to stop the next cab.
-“Delhi Institute of Engineering”,
I told the driver with an inquisitive eye.
Before getting into the car, I
felt my left pocket to see if the pepper spray was in place and easily
accessible if required.
Priya knows about my yearly
visits to Delhi, though I have never talked to Nitin or anyone else about
these before. I remembered that I had forgotten
to mention Priya about my visit this year, though I knew she couldn’t be any
less supportive. The last time I saw her was when I stormed out on her four
days ago. I made a mental note to patch things up with her once I got back. After
all, she was another half of me. We were like peas in a pod, two bodies but one
soul.
The cab stopped in front of the
institute main gate. I paid the driver the fare, gave him a little tip and said
him thank you. I took my bag pack over my shoulder and took a little sip from
my water bottle and placed it back in the side compartment of the bag. I looked
at the signboard on top of the main gate, took a deep breath , and placed my
foot inside.
Ten minutes later, I stood
leaning at the gate of the cafeteria, my eyes on the table at the farthest
corner. He was sitting there, as usual alone with his Kulhar of hot Chai on the
table. As usual he was just staring at it, biting his lips, deep in thought. Few seconds later, he looked up and I realised
he had spotted me. He waved his hand.
-“Hey”, I doubt whether my voice had
reached till there, I could barely hear myself. My lips were pressed tight.
He got up from his chair and
slowly came towards me. After staring a few seconds at me, he hugged me. It was
a strong but gentle hug. I felt a chill down my spine. I hugged him tight and closed my eyes. Well, just
looking at him brings back a vast array of memories. George is the only person who knows me best,
even more than Priya or Nitin does. He
is the only person, who knows who I really am and I can be completely myself
with him.
-“So, you still are in Delhi?” I
asked him, my right hand on his left bicep, my voice now barely a whisper. I asked him, though I knew the answer.
-“My brother is here.” He said. I
could feel the pain in his voice. He held my left hand tight.
-“You know you don’t have to do
this.” I was staring at our hands, tightly held together. I couldn’t make up
the courage to look at his eyes.
-“I do. My brother is here. Even though I am only a minute older than Tom
is, still that makes me the older sibling. I need to take care of him.” His
voice was much louder now.
-“No you don’t. You need to get
out of here and get a life.” I could feel my eyes welling up.
-“If you think so, why do you
keep coming back here?” I could feel his eyes on me now.
I freed my hand from his. Taking
a deep breath in, I said, “This is my place. This city, this college, this
place and I have a history. I left my soul here”
The conversation was going
nowhere
-“Shall we go?”George asked.
I nodded.
He put his hand gently on my
shoulder as we walked till the main gate in silence. His car was parked there. He held open the passenger door for me.
-“Thanks”, I said as I got inside.
In a few minutes we were on the
highway. It was chilly outside but I still didn’t feel like closing my side of
the window. I wanted to look outside and take in as much of the sight, as much
of the air outside.
As the
forests on the side started getting denser, I could feel my hand on his left
hand which was controlling the gear. My grip was getting tighter. Tears started
coming in my eyes as I looked outside.
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Eight Years earlier... 19th November
-“You know you are a pretty romantic
boyfriend. Giving your girl the first ride in your car”, I smiled; my teeth all
out as I looked at him driving calmly.
-“Yeah, a special girl like mine
deserves some royal treatment.”
I folded my arms around his left
arm and placed my head on his shoulder.
It was 10 pm and we were
returning after watching Pride and Prejudice. I remember every little detail of
the night very clearly.
-“You know I envy you. You are so
lucky, getting a car from your parents on your birthday” I sneered at him
romantically.
-“Well, my brother and I are
supposed to share it. And it’s more like getting into college gift rather than
a birthday gift. My parents always thought we were not even smart enough to
become waiters” He laughed loudly.
I loved that childish laugh on
his face.
As we neared the highway, we saw
a police checking post far ahead. My hands froze. I am personally not very fond
of the police. He must have sensed my dilemma.
-“You ok?” He asked, concerned.
-“I am not particularly very fond
of the police. Wherever they go, problems follow them.”
-“You are making me laugh. Don’t
worry. Must be some regular check for drunk driving.” He gave a pat on my hand.
I wasn’t sure. As we neared, a
policeman signalled us to pullover.
As we stopped he came from behind
and knocked on the window glass with his stick. Tom pulled his window down.
-“Girlfriend, Eh? You two where
going at this time of the night? Doing hanky panky eh?” The policeman said,
leering at me. His mouth stinked.
-“Sir, this is my wife, and
Dhanaraj Sharma is my father-in-law. If you want you can talk to him right now”,
Tom said in a bold voice as he scrolled through the contact list through his
phone. I doubted whether we did really pass off as a married couple.
Whatever he said, had done its
job. The policeman became stiff. “No
sir, why disturb big sir at this time of the night? We do some routine checks
sir, drunk driving kids, you see sir. Not safe here. You and madam go sir.
Sorry sir, for disturbing ”, he blabbered with a smile on his face. I hate that
smile.
As we crossed the checking post,
We both burst out laughing. I couldn’t control my laughter.
-“Who the hell is Dhanaraj Sharma
and how do you know him” I asked Tom.
-“Well he is your dad and since I
married you, I know him.” He laughed his patented childish laugh.
I slapped him on his hand, there
was a big smile on my face. “No, I mean for real.”
-“Stupid, he is the director of
our college. As far as why that guy was scared of him, I have no idea.”
And we both again burst out
laughing. We were on the highway now. As
the forests started getting denser, I could hear a screeching sound.
-“What’s that?” I looked at Tom.
-“I don’t know, never heard that
before”
Five hundred meters further, our
car jerked and stopped suddenly.
-“What happened?” It was getting
late and I was worried.
-“Lemme check” Tom said and got
out of the car. I went out behind him.
It was getting colder and I could
hear some voices nearby, so I told him to hurry up. Tom was handling a car for
the first time, so he couldn’t make out what the problem was. The voices were
getting closer.
-“Maybe we should see who is
coming and ask them for help” Tom said.
-“Okay” I was reluctant and a
little scared too.
They were a group of seven men,
with bottles in their hand, which I presumed was alcohol.
-“Hey, can you guys help us.
There seems to be some problem with the car”, Tom asked one of the guys though
I wished he didn’t. They didn’t look like the ones you could trust.
-“Sure buddy!” The biggest one of
them said while pushing Tom aside.
-“Hey!” Tom really gets angry at
such bad manners.
My breathing stopped as I could
feel the other guys looking at me with hungry eyes, leering at my breasts.
-“What buddy you said something?”
They big guy said and taking a big gulp from his bottle threw it aside.
The
bottle landed with a crash on the road. “Look, boys, this guy wants to say
something,” He said with a mocking laugh. Tom had sensed the danger at this
point, but it was too late.
Three of the guys came towards
me, with eyes like a prey, hungry. They stinked. I wanted to run, but my feet were
frozen to the spot. I tried shouting but one of them already had his hand on my
mouth.
-“Hey you!” Tom was really angry
now. He tried to come and save me from the grip of those savages but there other
men had stopped him midway and was shoving him away. I was desperately trying
to shout.
They all came over me. I tried to
free myself. But they were strong. I could feel my clothes being stripped off.
Someone grasped my breasts. It hurt. I didn’t know how many they were. I could
hear Tom’s voice in the distance. I tried to fight. But they had pinned me to
the ground. They were cowering over me. They were hurting me. I was scared. It was cold, it was painful. I
wanted it to stop. It seemed like eternity. I passed out.
I opened my eyes. I could see no
one
I was cold. I was in pain.
I wanted to shout. I couldn’t
I wanted to move. I couldn’t.
I passed out again.
I opened my eyes. I could see
someone. No, I couldn’t.
I was cold. I was numb. I couldn’t
feel the pain anymore.
I wanted to shout. I couldn’t
I wanted to move. I couldn’t.
I was dying
I opened my eyes.
I was warm.
I could see people in white
around me. Then I couldn’t see.
Maybe this was heaven.
I closed my eyes.
I woke up. There was a girl
wearing a white uniform standing beside me. She told me she was a nurse and
that I was ok. She told me to sleep. I slept.
I opened my eyes. Now I was
awake. I could see Tom standing beside me. I tried to speak, I still couldn’t.
I wanted to smile at him. I didn’t know whether I did or not. Then I realised
it was George. They looked alike, they were twins. Only very close friends can
tell the difference. There were friends, and doctors, and police.
A smiling lady doctor came up to
me and sat beside me. She asked me how I was feeling. I tried to nod.
-“You were raped. Some people found you and brought you here a week back. You were being
assaulted using sharp and blunt objects. Your uterus and intestines were
affected. You were suffering from sepsis. We had to operate on you thrice. We
are sorry, but we had to remove your uterus to save your life.”
I nodded. I didn’t want to hear anymore.
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George shook me out of my thoughts. “We have reached.”
I could feel my eyes wet as I
looked from the glass. I didn’t want to get out of the car.
-“Aditi”, George placed his hand
on my shoulder.
I got out of the car. We went
inside the cemetry.
I kneeled down and placed the
flowers on Tom’s grave.
4 comments:
Touching
The whole plot is weaved on the fact that girl has been raped earlier, and thats her other part. But what i feel is, the story would only be complete when she confesses this to Nitin. Its almost like the readers are getting a glimpse of her life, which looks beautiful from far away, but filled with complexions. So i think there should be a conclusion which involves her confession.
I agree with Kavya. The first part ended at her indecision to tell her fiance about it and this part ended abruptly with a striking resemblance to Delhi gang rape case. I think you should have ended the plot with her coming out to Nitin, afterall she has got such a turbulent past and also the fact that she had to get operated to remove her uterus.. Its serious past to not discuss!
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