Kill You, Sure (11)
Nidhu Bhusan Das
In the newspaper section of the library,
Anik and Divya are absorbed in reading the morning daily. They’re focused on
the Sheena Bora Murder story, displayed prominently. This news based on the
gradual revelations of the murder mystery has caught public attention,
especially when the victim’s mother, a high profile socialite, has been implicated
and is being interrogated under police custody.Anik and Divya also prefer to
remain updated.No, they don’t feel like being voyeurs to live vicariously
thorough the crime. It has stirred them into wondering how a mother could be a
suspected killer of her own daughter.
“How
this could be possible?” whispered Divya, shuddering.
“It’s
uncanny, simply,” Anik commented, unable to understand the motive behind the
murder.
“Media
reports suggest, the mother Indrani has moved upward down a crooked path. She’s
now with her third husband,” says Divya, trying to understand.
“Cruelty,
sometimes, stems from ambition to be wealthy and compulsion to hide huge sum of
dirty money.”
“Sheena’s
a troubled teenager, deprived of the love and care of her biological parents.”
“In her
diary entries Sheena first
expresses her love for and later in life her hate for her mother.”
“Police to investigate if Sheena was unwillingly made the
repository of a huge sum of her mother’s unaccounted
money.”
“The police suspect Sheena might have refused to return the money
unless Indrani publicly accepted her as her daughter.”
“And that could have led to her gruesome murder,”Divya muttered,
convulsive.
“So, money matters, isn’t it?” Anik tries to understand.
“In what sense?” Divya inquires.
“When we have it aplenty, beyond the amount we need for a decent
living,”Anik explains.
“What’s decent living, you think?”
“It isn’t night club, five star circuits.”
“Then?”
“Moderate way of life. Money cannot bring joy if you have not
wealth of mind.”
“Wealth of mind! What’s that?”
“Benevolent ideas, rich thought, profound feeling stem from
healthy mind.”
“And conscience?”
“Conscionable action is possible only if you have a healthy mind.”
“You believe so, or just preach?”
“Do you think I don’t speak my mind?”
“Not that.”
“I won’t be with you had I a double thought,” says Anik,
perturbed.
“I haven’t meant to hurt you, Anik- just tried to
understand,”Divya explains, apologetically.
“Have you any different view on happiness?”
“I mourn the sudden demise of APJ Abdul Kalam.I like his way of
life, will follow him.”
“Is it? Great! I appreciate.”
“What’s your opinion about woman?”
“I’ve great respect for them. But for them, life would not
perpetuate.”
“Do you think I’m a woman?”
“What nonsense! What else are you?”
“In your sense, I mean am I the right one to perpetuate?”
“Why not?” Anik smiles.
“And the Green Eyes?”
“I shouldn’t comment. I don’t know her as I do you.”
“Well Anik, I’ve the class to attend, now.”
“Well, be a good girl,”Anik appears to be reluctant to see the
conversation broken off.
And this hasn’t escaped the notice of Divya.She, in her naughty
innocence, says,”Let’s play…”
“Truant,” Anik completes the suggestion.
“Where!” wonders Divya.
“Anywhere you like,”Anik gives in to her, both of them unaware of
what’s going on around when Vrindabon and other parts of India Delhi
Ignorant of the prying eyes, the two come out of the library, hand
in hand, and dash towards the desolate corner of the yawning campus where
they’ve enjoyed lonely moments looking at kite-flying.
“Is it an impossible dream?” Divya whispers.
“Which dream?” Anik’s eager.
“Who knows why I dream like this.”
“Your dream! Like what?”
“I do not, perhaps, cannot understand.Indrani dreamt of a high
flying life, Sheena dreamt of being recognized publicly by her biological mother.
Now see, what the consequence is.”
“You’re scared of your dream?” Anik wants to know.
“Well, you can say.”
“I know your dream comes true.”
“How do you know?”
“From your eyes.”
“Can you read eyes?”
“Maybe, if you believe.”
“Is there wisdom in myth?”
“There’s if we can interprete the essence.”
“What’s the essence of Radha-Krishna myth?”
“Can’t we be in an embrace in the solitude of the idyllic corner
where the trees are singing with the soft breeze generating rustle in the
leaves to celebrate the advent of spring?”
“Perhaps we can, if we’re sacred and sincere like Nature,” Divya
agrees.(to be continued on November 5,2015 )
