Showing posts with label #Inspirati. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Inspirati. Show all posts

Monday, 22 September 2014

#Inspirati presents- Tables Turned...!!

                                                            

                                                                  **Episode-10**


After reading the e-mail and going through the googled contents, Jennifer couldn’t understand anything that was going around her. She had, in a fit of rage, moved out of the hospital in order to find him and she kept on calling Tawde, half-expecting him to pick up the phone but to no avail.

She went to the police station but couldn’t find Tawde here. She knew, anyhow she had to confront Tawde and tell him all she has known. But for everything to happen, she had to first find Tawde. She had taken his house address from the station and was en-route to his place only. Sweat beads were forming on her forehead but she wasn’t bothered to wipe them away, all she knew was that she had to get Cyrus out of all this and continue the trail which Cyrus had left behind by hook or by crook.

She knew how much Cyrus loved her and it was only her he entrusted his secrets with. She needed full-proof and only Tawde could answer all her questions. As she was contemplating all the possibilities, she reached Tawde’s house. All she knew now, was that there was no return for her on this trail and she had to find something substantial. As she went inside the house, a foul stench hit her nose.

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The room was dark and all she could see were bottles of alcohol strewn around. She put a handkerchief on her nose and tiptoed towards the bedroom. She saw Tawde sitting on a sofa and drinking. He had his back towards her. As she put her foot inside the bedroom, she called out loud “Inspector Tawde!”

Tawde, startled at having someone inside his house after a long time and that too a female, stood up, stumbling and looked back. As shocked as he was at hearing a voice in his house, he was more shocked to see Jennifer, the photographer there.

“Why weren’t you picking up the phone Inspector?” asked Jennifer. “Uh! My head was paining and my phone was in the silent mode, I came home to take my medicine” explained a fumbling Tawde. “Do not dare to lie to me Inspector! I know the truth. And I want you to confess it here in front of me” barked Jennifer. “What truth are you talking about Ms.Jennifer?” asked Tawde almost stammering over his words.“I AM SERIOUS HERE INSPECTOR” shouted Jennifer, stressing over each word to make their importance known.

Just as Tawde was going to say something, her phone started ringing. It was ringing for a long time but Jennifer didn’t notice. Taking it out of her Jean pocket, having received the phone and listening to what the other person said, the phone slipped out of her hands and she slowly sank to the floor. Tears streaming out of her eyes. Tawde, startled at seeing such a scene, started shaking Jennifer frantically. Between cries, all she could murmur was that…

“Cyrus is in coma….”
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As Tara was pulling Shekhar by the collar after he disconnected the call from Inspector Tawde, Shekhar couldn’t find words to say what he heard. How can the Inspector loose Roohi after so much? Where will his baby be? How is Roohi? All these questions were forming in his mind and It was after a long time he heard Tara shouting in front of him. She was asking where Roohi was. What happened to her? Was she alright? He knew, it was justified for Tara to behave like that; but at that moment, only one name escaped his mouth…
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Tara barked at his house in anger. She had lost her senses when she had heard the name and she knew that she could have her questions answered only at his place but still she couldn’t understand how he is related to the disappearance of Roohi. Her suspicions from Day 1 about the aloofness of the person gave her food for thought. She now knew that he has to be the person behind all these. She had to confront him and find her baby asap.

As she entered the house, she heard him talking on the phone with someone.
“I have to get him soon” he said to his master. Unable to stop herself any more from the outburst, she shouted while storming into the room “Who are you talking about, Aryan Ahuja?”
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Aryan Ahuja, was a man in his late 40’s and was Shekhar and Tara’s neighbor. It has been a year he has been in the house and his over-friendliness with Roohi always caused discomfort to Tara. She tried talking to Shekhar regarding it but Shekhar was always too busy with his own thoughts to contemplate what was going on and he always brushed Tara aside telling her that it was her over-the-top thinking that made her feel that way. As over friendly he was with Roohi, that much aloof he was with the others of the neighborhood.
No one saw him moving much outside his house. Neither did anyone visit him nor did he visit anyone. He didn’t even have his family. Due to his aloofness, many people forbade from talking to him or even going near him. As Tara heard his name from Shekhar’s mouth related to Roohi’s kidnapping, she knew that he had to be the person behind everything.
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Disconnecting the phone after a quick “Will call you back” Aryan stood bewildered. He couldn’t understand why was Tara accusing him and what has he done. “What are you talking about Mrs.Dutta?” asked Aryan. Tara, shocked at his audacity to answer her back shot back “You very well know what I am talking about! Where is Roohi? Where is my baby?”

Aryan couldn’t understand what she was upto. He said “I do not know where is Roohi Mrs.Dutta!” bewildered Aryan replied. “Stop lying! I know, I know you know where Roohi is. I doubted you from Day 1. Tell me, tell me you bastard, where is Roohi?” shouted Tara in an even bitter tone. “I will kill you if you don’t give my Roohi back. My baby, my baby is my life. I can’t live without my baby. Tell me where have you hidden her?” accused Tara, wailing inconsolably.

Aryan, still confused at what was happening, regained his composure in a moment and shot back, an eerie calmness in is voice “Mrs. Dutta, I know Roohi’s disappearance is disturbing you but trust me, I don’t know anything about this. And you have no right to blame me for something that I have not done and moreover, for something which you don’t have proof.”

Tara would hear nothing, anger possessed her like anything. She searched the room frantically, and as she laid her eyes on the thing she was searching for, she jumped on it and grabbed hold of it; angry at not having done it earlier and guilty of not having been able to stop all these from happening; she went on to shove the knife in Aryan Ahuja’s chest, like a woman possessed. As she was a second away from Aryan, Shekhar came in and pulled her away.

Tara was not ready to go, Shekhar tried calming her down but he was unable to do so. He slapped Tara to bring her in control and forcefully took the knife from her hands and threw it away. Aryan was a mute spectator to all this. He couldn’t get out of the situation. He was more confused with Shekhar coming in between.

Tara now, was crying hard and was slung on Shekhar’s chest. “I want my Roohi... Where is Roohi..?” was all she could say. “It’s ok Tara, our baby will be back soon” consoled Shekhar.

“I am sorry Mr.Ahuja for the entire problem. As you can see, she is very disturbed with what s going on! With Roohi gone missing, she has been uncontrollable. I am really sorry! I sincerely hope you would understand. She meant no harm” apologized Shekhar.

“It’s ok Mr.Dutta, I totally understand her state of mind. Not a problem. Please do keep me informed about Roohi” said Aryan and Shekhar pulled her away and took her to their home.

As Aryan heard the front door closing, Aryan mumbled… “I understand… I really do understand...!”


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                                                                                                     ... and the story continues

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Saturday, 13 September 2014

#Inspirati presents- Confessions of an Ailing Heart...!!

                                                                  **Episode -1**


A girl is walking and as she covers the distance, she goes more inside the darkness of the night. Wearing a greenish frock with two ponytails up in her hair, she keeps walking. She seems frail and because she has her back at me, I can’t see her face. “Hey! You there, stop!” I try stopping her but she doesn’t stop and keeps diving into the darkness instead. Curious, I follow her. As soon as I touch her shoulder to stop her, she turns around. I turn cold after seeing her face. Two lifeless eyes look at me, cheeks having a permanent line of the path of tears. My feet get glued to the earth to see myself staring back at me. Yes, it is me; I am sure but why am I like this? Suddenly I feel a magnetic force pulling me into the darkness and without a word, lifelessly; I follow myself in the darkness. It’s a cave it seems to me; I look around to see where exactly I am. I find myself standing in the midst of a riverbed. Black water flowing. I feel someone creeping up my leg, I shake away the thought but when I look at what was there, I shriek at the scene. A big poisonous snake is creeping up. Yes, I know it is poisonous because I have studied that in science class. I jerk my leg and try to run, but I am bound to the ground. I feel something else in my hand, a scorpion. Oh no! Where am I? The more I try to free myself, the more I get stuck here. I start crying like mad; I can see demons wherever I look. Just when I am about to give up, I see a flicker of light coming from somewhere, I shout out loud “Ma! Paa”I know, my ma and my paa would be coming soon to save me from here. They love me a lot. I start pushing them hard so that the demons get off me and I run frantically towards the flicker of light, I just know that ma and paa have to be there. My intuition proves correct. I see ma and paa from here but just as I call them, I am pulled inside the cavity formed in the sand created by me standing on top of it. Oh no! It’s not just sand, its quicksand. The sand keeps pulling me downwards as if pleading me not to go ahead and forcing me to stay with it. I know, I will be drowned in a matter of a few seconds and then I won’t be alive anymore. I keep on calling ma and paa but they can’t hear me. I see them arguing over something, fighting with themselves. As they have always been since quite some years. Their argument level is so high that they are unable to hear me pleading to them to save me from death. Time listens to none, as ma and paa kept on fighting; all I remember is being drowned inside the quicksand….”

 A visibly scared and sweaty Roohi jolts out of her sleep with a shriek, only to find herself lying on her bed. The lights are on and there was no darkness around. She was afraid of darkness and that’s why she never let anyone switch the lights off her room, not even at night. Checking the wall clock, she sees that it is around 5 in the morning. Reaching for the glass of water on her bedside table, Roohi gulps down the water in one go. Wiping the sweat beads formed on her forehead because of the treacherous dream she had a few moments back, Roohi sat down thinking about what has been going on in her life off lately.

Her once, very happy family was scattering now. Her ma and paa both love her to the core but she could understand that something was wrong in their life. Her ma and paa used to fight everyday behind closed doors but the volume in which they fought was so much that Roohi could listen to them from her own room. There has been a new word which keeps on popping up in her ma and paa’s discussions. Trying very hard to decipher the meaning, she failed. She could hardly pronounce the word. Roohi couldn’t understand the meaning of the word, but owing to her parents’ expressions, she knew it was something serious.

9 year old chubby little girl Roohi felt her life going down the drain when she first saw her parents fight and her mother had taken her to grandma’s place around 3years back. As a kid, Roohi was very happy to be at her grandma’s but it had been 2months she was there. As she was very notorious, she used to jump around everywhere playing pranks on everyone at her place but off lately, whenever she used to jump around, her ma scolded her. She was very depressed with the ongoing circumstances around her. And that was when she heard the word for the first time ‘Divorce’

After two months when they had come back to her father’s place, she was more than happy but things had changed, ma and paa used to talk less and fight more. Though they still cared and loved Roohi as their life depended on her, but the ‘Happy family’ feeling was amiss. Roohi used to cry to sleep every night telling her pillows the saga of her depression. It was from that time that she started having those recurring dreams of horror and terror. The end was always the same, but the situations were different. In all those dreams, she saw something happening to her and herself calling to her parents but they were so engrossed in fights that they were least bothered to hear her desperate pleas.

Off late, she has been very quiet in her class and otherwise which resulted in her losing all het friends. She had lost her appetite even. She couldn’t let her heart out to anyone and she was suffocated within.

Today, as visions of the past come to her; Roohi decides to lighten up the mood of her parents as was her habit. She saw that she had woken up early, even before her mother called her. She wanted to surprise her mother knowing very well that at this point her mother would be in the garden, practicing Yoga. As she was jumping happily to surprise her mother, she was oblivious to the pair of eyes following her closely.
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It was 5.30 am when Tara woke up from her sleep. It has been quite a tedious night the day before and she had been tired. Tara Dutta was a media professional; and a fitness and perfection freak she was. Always prim and properly dressed, Tara used to don her formals with very light makeup matching perfectly with her fair skin and short hair everyday to office. It’s been her routine of waking up at 5in the morning everyday and after a rejuvenating session of Yoga, boiling milk for her daughter and waking her up for school.  Today, she had woken up half an hour late and the yoga session had taken her a tad too long because of her tiredness. All refreshed from the session and after freshening up in the morning, and boiling milk for her daughter she went up to her daughter’s room.

Tara opened the bolt of the room and closed her eyes, as was her habit and wished her daughter a very good morning. On getting no reply from her daughter, she opened her eyes only to see Roohi’s bed empty. She kept the glass of milk on the bedside table and searched the washroom for Roohi, but she wasn’t there. She kept on calling her name and searched her whole house for her daughter but to no avail. ‘Where could she be?” thought Tara. She ran to the security guards and hoped they would know something about her disappearance but they had no clue.


The ever so perfect Tara, depressed and dejected at not having known what to do next, fainted in the garden itself…

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                                                                                                              ... and the story continues

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