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First Published by Notion Press 2016
Copyright © Abilash Balan 2016
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ISBN 978-93-5206-947-7
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Each character in this book is fictional and does not have any
resemblance to the author’s personal life or anyone else alive
or dead. Any resemblance is a mere coincidence and is not
intentional.
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Contents
1. Chennai Central
1
2. I Live in Your Head
11
3.Dashehari
19
4. My Mistake
29
5. Sigh of Relief
39
6. Random Images
45
7. Kadalundi Bridge
51
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Chennai Central
2:30 pm, 22 September 2005, Shollinganallur, Chennai.
It was a gloomy Monday afternoon. Rishi was at his office desk
staring at the time on his laptop. He was restless and seemed
to be late for something. Rishi was a mechanical engineer who
worked with a wind power company in Chennai. He was
originally from Delhi. He moved to Chennai a couple of years
back after his college placement through NBTI Institute.
He was fair, skinny and had a stubble. He wore a light blue
shirt and a pair of dark blue trousers. The wrinkles on his shirt
were very evident. He maintained a shabby hairstyle. It seemed
as if he was just out of the bed and forgot to comb his hair.
His shoes had barely any polish on them. He totally looked
out of place compared to the more formal people around him
at work.
He was in search of his boss, Sajay, Head of Sales and
Marketing, a reasonably tall and stout person with a charming
character. Many people at work said he resembled the
Malayalam actor Mohan Lal. He had a very nice cabin with a
great view. Rishi always dreamt of having a cool cabin like this
once he was successful with his own start-up.
The office was quite big, probably accommodated
around 300 odd people with a lot of mixed crowd, which was
unlike the Chennai of the past. Earlier, very few people from
outside Tamil Nadu came to live in Chennai. Everyone had
their own reasons. The most common were horrible climate,
unreasonable auto walas and lack of nightlife. Amongst them
the most common was that they weren’t getting a good choice
of alcohol, even Old Monk was scarce. This has slowly started
to change. The city had gradually started to accommodate
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people with different mind-sets from across the country. And
it’s still managing to continue its rich culture.
Rishi was leaving for Kerala that evening to meet his
fiancé, Neha, an architect, for a holiday. Both of them had
planned for this holiday since they got into a relationship.
Neha had travelled from Bangalore the previous night and was
staying at her friend’s place in Calicut. They met during the
first year at college. Rishi and Neha were in a relationship for
more than three years now. Finally, their families had agreed
for the alliance a month ago. Their marriage was six months
away.
It was approaching 3:30 pm, and Rishi had been waiting
for Sajay for more than an hour now. Sajay was caught up in
a call with his boss in Spain discussing about the marketing
budget for the quarter. It was an important call and Rishi was
a little apprehensive about barging in during the call. Finally,
Sajay stepped out of his office and saw Rishi waiting outside
his cabin in anticipation.
“What are you still doing here? Aren’t you late for the
train?”
“I was waiting to let you know that I am leaving.”
“Well, hurry up then. Do not be late for your engagement.
Trust me; you do not want to start things off with your wife
on a wrong note. She will make sure that you will regret this
all your life.”
“Thanks Sajay, I shall remember that. Bye then.”
He waved to Sajay and said bye to his friends at work.
Aayush, one of his colleagues stopped Rishi and told him
“Happy condolences on the engagement.” He gave a smile and
walked ahead. “Marriage defined in just two words,” Rishi
thought.
He swiped his ID-card on his way out. As he reached for
the lift, he saw a pretty girl waiting by the lift. She was tall and
fair. She was wearing a dark red saree, and the colour subtly
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suited the colour of her purse and lip stick. “She must be from
the hospitality department,” he thought to himself. “Damn,
the admin guys are really lucky; they get to meet all the pretty
girls from the hotels who looked for corporate tie-ups. I should
not have taken up engineering. I should have been working
at least with the administrative department.” The thought of
cribbing about the decisions of the past comes and goes all
the time, but he knew engineering was the best thing that has
happened in his life till date.
They both got into the lift. Rishi gently smiled at the girl
and asked, “Which floor?”
“I guess this is the eighth.” she threw a smile back and said
“I am off to the ground floor. Thanks!”
“I am guessing you were here to meet the admin
department? How did it go?”
“No, not actually, But I am taking a job here in the
marketing department for communications; I will be joining
on Monday. I am Kalyani. I am guessing you are from the
engineering team.”
Rishi stood there in disbelief. “I worked in the marketing
department for more than two years now and Sajay decides to
bring in a girl this hot in the department when I am getting
engaged.” He was cursing Sajay.
Rishi was lost in his thoughts “Sorry, Huh, well. Yeah, I
am Rishi. Yes, I am from the engineering team. I am guessing
the nerd look has still not faded away.”
“You look pretty!”
“Sorry?” Kalyani, exclaimed.
“Damn, what am I doing? What did I say right now? I
need a good come back before she judges me.”
“I meant you look pretty young. Are you a fresher?”
“No, I was working with an advertising agency for two
years after my graduation.”
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out.
The lift reached the ground floor and both of them got
“It looks like you are leaving early from work. I guess, you
have weekend plans with your girlfriend.”
“Well, I would hope that, I am actually going to catch a
train to Calicut to meet my parents. We are celebrating their
wedding anniversary on Sunday. Have made huge plans,”
Rishi responded without any hesitation.
“Oh nice, I am actually going via Thiruvanmayur, you can
pick a local train from there to Central. Do you want a drop?”
“That’ll be great, I am actually late. Thank you.”
“Why the hell did I lie to her?” He chided himself again.
“She is really pretty,” he justified.
“You must be kidding me. Is that even a reason? You are
engaged for God’s sake.” He couldn’t help thinking.
“What will you tell her when you meet her on Monday?”
Rishi walked towards the car arguing to himself in his
head.
“Get in.” Kalyani opened the car door. It was a Marooti
Shift. Rishi hesitated this time a bit before getting into it. A
female driver in a hurry with a car that had failed the crash
test raised an alarm in his head. He had no choice as he was
getting late.
Both of them drove past the gate onto the main road, the
office was located in Shollinganallur, the IT Hub of Chennai.
All the Big IT firms lined up on either sides of the road and
have led this place to be developed really fast. Since it was in
the afternoon, it hardly took them twenty minutes to reach
Thiruvanmayur railway station. Rishi got down from the car,
looked at the watch and it read 4:05. He was late.
“Let us catch up on Monday,” he said bye as he shut the
door and rushed towards the station.
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3:30 pm, Anna Nagar, Chennai. Agasthya Home.
Agasthya Home was an orphanage which had been operational
since 1966. The land on which the orphanage was built was
part of a burial ground. The government allotted a small section
of cemetery on a minimal rent to the founders of Agasthya
Homes in consideration to their philanthropic activities of
protecting and nurturing orphans.
The building was constructed way back in the 1980s.
Before that, the people resided in a small shack. The place was
very secluded and dark. The Home was surrounded by giant
banyan trees and looked very scary, even today; no one went
there post-sunset.
Karunya, a nine-year-old girl, who had lost her parents in
a bus accident, lived along with various other kids there. She
was just five years old when the gruesome incident happened.
That accident had taken the life of twenty-three people. Since
then, Karunya was raised by Sister Mary, a nun, at Agasthya
Orphanage.
She looked pale and had glittering blue eyes. She had a
short hair style; her hair barely reached her shoulders. Though
quite small for her age, Karunya was very witty. Sister Mary
was taking Karunya to a new orphanage in Mangalore.
Unlike the other kids of her age she did not have a doll or
pet to play with. She instead always carried a broken Blackberry
mobile phone with her. It was her father’s phone. Everybody
who was associated with the orphanage was present on that
day, kids, nuns and some well-wishers, all were at Agasthya to
say good bye to their favourite child.
“Karunya, the auto has come. It is time for us to leave.”
Sister Mary tried to hurry up things.
Karunya lowered her head in sadness. She could not even
say bye to her friends.
“Karunya wait! I have a gift for you.” exclaimed a trembling
voice at the background. It was sister Nathamma. She reached
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out to Karunya, raised her head and said “We have a gift for
you. Do you know what it is?” Karunya did not seem to be
excited.
“Don’t you want the gift Karunya? I have seen it. You will
love it.” Sister Mary tried to raise Karunya’s curiosity.
Karunya slowly raised her head towards Nathamma and
looked into her eyes. Nathamma then offered the gift to her.
“Don’t you want to see what it is? Open it and have a
look.”
Karunya slowly unravelled the gift pack and saw a new
mobile phone. In an effort put in by the orphanage to get
Karunya’s thoughts away from her loss, they offered her a new
phone so that she could stop using the older one and slowly
come to terms with reality. But, she still seemed unhappy.
Both Sisters Mary and Nathamma nodded at each other as if
they had put the burden of Karunya’s future in God’s hands.
“It is getting late for the train. Let’s leave Karunya.”
Said sister Mary. The little girl held her old phone closer. She
avoided looking back at the Home while she got into the auto,
and they left for the station.
4:15 pm, Katpadi, a small town near Chennai.
Cold, breezy and a slight drizzle, it was a romantic climate!
Vinoth was sitting on a recliner chair on his balcony and
sipping a hot cup of tea. His eyes were drowning towards abyss
of beauty offered by Mother Nature. Vinoth was six foot tall,
well built, and had a fair complexion. He worked as a software
professional in Distributed Control System (DCS) software
systems.
A phone bell rang; Vinoth slowly turned around and
picked it up with much hesitation. He didn’t want to be
disturbed from his cozy chair and wandering thoughts. It was
a con-call from his friends. They were planning for a trip to
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Goa the following day. He had agreed to take his friends to
Goa as he bagged a huge order from a Belgium based client.
He should leave to Belgium for four years after his trip to Goa.
He was very excited!
Vinoth responded on the call, “I shall reach Mangalore by
Mid-day tomorrow. You can pick me up from there.”
A female voice on the other side, “Sure thing, I am dying
to meet you. Love you, take care.”
He hung up his phone. His eyes were lit up after the call.
He seemed to be in love and anticipation. He looked at the
time on his phone and he got up from his chair and started
packing his bag.
Chennai Central, one of the oldest and busiest railway
stations in the south was bustling with life as usual. Chennai
Central is located at the heart of the city and it is the main train
terminal in the state capital. It had connectivity for passengers
travelling to various parts of the country. Given the footfall,
the station was always on high alert.
The station was filled with book vendors and popular food
joints such as Saravana Bhavan and Dindigul Thalapakatti
Biryani. Though Saravana Bhavan was a vegetarian’s heaven,
Thalapakatti satisfied the non-vegetarian craving.
It was approaching five in the evening and the Chennai–
Mangalore express was ready for departure from platform
number four as it honked for the first time. The passengers
said their good byes to their families and friends.
This train travelled from Chennai through Salem in Tamil
Nadu and Palaghat in Kerala and continued towards the
north to reach Mangalore. Most of the passengers travelling
in the train were Malayalis who were not able to manage a
ticket on the eight o’ clock train which was scheduled later
in the evening. As the second horn took effect, the remaining
passengers slowly started boarding the train. The train was set
to motion and had started to make its way slowly.
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Since it was a weekday, the train had very few passengers
and most of the compartments were deserted. Some of them
hardly carried any passengers.
Suddenly, “Move, move, move,” a loud noise erupted from
the crowd. People started to give way to Rishi understanding
that he was late for the train. The train by now had started to
gain some momentum.
People stood there in anticipation for the guy to catch
the train and much to their delight the guy got hold of the
train. He knew that he will not be able to reach S11, the last
compartment of the train and his designated compartment. So
Rishi jumped onto S3 compartment where a passenger pulled
him inside.
“Thanks Chetta,” Rishi said to passenger presuming
that he was a mallu. He looked fair, decently built and well
groomed. He smiled and walked away.
For any Indian from the north, all of them are Madarasis
anyways. But there is a distinctive difference in the way a
Mallu, Tamilian, Telugu and a Kannadiga looked. If you are a
South Indian, it is easier for you to differentiate.
A Tamilian is very polite in his approach and mostly Tamil
girls who are culturally attached and fashionably backward,
offer extreme care and affection to all. People from Andhra
are generally considered smart and wealthy. Though Telugu
movies portray a lot of aggression and violence, most of the
people are generally soft, unless provoked. Karnataka, a state
surrounded by best of the film industries in India, Bollywood,
Tamil, Telugu and Malayalam, somehow never understood
film making. You can relate a Kannadiga by his admiration
and adoption of western culture; they are fashionably advance
but are generally content to satisfy their needs above all.
It is a normal ritual for any Indian to check the passenger
chart before boarding the train. Apart from confirming the
seat, normally check for your co-passengers. Rishi slowly
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walked through the compartments scanning all the passengers
to see if there were any pretty girls on the train. Since it was a
Thursday, and not a holiday season, even the train was sparsely
populated. He finally reached S11. His seat number was
twenty-two. It was on the other end of the compartment.
He had been very lucky since the evening. He caught up
with a pretty girl in the lift. He caught the train somehow
even though he was late and now to top it up, he found two
beautiful young girls sitting opposite to him in seat numbers
seventeen (close to the window) and eighteen. They looked
like college students heading home for holidays. His eyes gazed
past them to see Karunya and Sister Mary seated right next
to him, reading the Bible. There was one vacant seat right
opposite to him (seat numbers eighteen and nineteen). He also
saw two men in their mid-thirties on seat numbers twentythree and twenty-four. They were talking loudly in Tamil
about the cricket match that was going on between India and
South Africa; it was day five of the match and India had a huge
lead of 458 going into the final day, while South Africa had
already lost two wickets at the end of the fourth day.
Rishi turned towards the two men and asked “Anna score
ennachu?” which meant brother what was the score in Tamil.
They replied 220 for four and they are not losing any wickets.
He thought to himself, “It is going to be a close match. It had
all three possible results either of the team could pull off a
stunning victory or it could be a thrilling draw.”
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I Live in Your Head
Rishi bought a cup of coffee from a caterer after settling down
with his luggage. As the caterer looked for the change, a voice
emerged from the background filled with surprise and joy, “Hi
Santhosh, How are you? It has been a really long time. Where
have you been?”
The caterer turned back and saw one of his old colleagues,
Ramu.
“Hi Ramu, I am good, How have you been? My father was
not keeping well, so I went home to take care of him.”
“So… How is he now?”
“He passed away a week back. He had throat cancer; he
was an excessive smoker.”
“Sorry to hear that, how long has it been since you were
gone?” Ramu conveyed his condolence.
“It is slightly over three years now.”
Rishi was getting tired of this conversation. He interrupted
them, “Excuse me, Can I have my change back?”
“Sorry Sir, yes.” Santhosh handed him the change and
fell back to his conversation with Ramu. They walked away,
making space in the pathway.
“The coaches in the Indian trains are generally cramped
with limited space to move around. You could hardly fit two
people in the pathway. It was even more difficult if you carried
a luggage in your hand. Indian trains are very much unlike the
trains that we see in Hollywood movies, spacious and clean.”
“Railways are the most preferred transport of the middle
and upper middle class Indian community, the majority of
the population of the country. These trains looked exactly
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the same over the past twenty years or even more. The same
exterior brown colour, the noisy fans, dysfunctional plug
points, and the rusted windows making it difficult to operate,
nothing had changed much, apart from more routes and
connectivity getting added every year due to political pressure
during elections.”
Rishi picked up his ipod from the bag and hooked it on
and sipped his coffee.
“It is very difficult to get a good coffee/tea during a train
travel in India. Still people are left with no choice but to drink
them anyway. But the train did offer other exciting things
like foreign chocolates, cheap books, toys, etc., and most
importantly the opportunity to meet new people.”
The train had started to gain speed and Rishi settled down
for a routine train travel. He finished his coffee and closed his
eyes to the soothing rhythm of the music on his i-pod.
Karunya, sitting by the side of the window was deep into
her thoughts; she looked very sad. Her eyes were glued onto
the railing of the window; she was looking very close, yet so
far.
It had started to drizzle and the water was dripping onto
the compartment. Sister Mary tried to shut the window. But,
Karunya denied, she seemed to like the rain. Sister Mary,
closed her book and put it back onto her bag. She was worried
about Karunya; she had never seen the girl smile till date and
was badly hoping for her to have a better life.
The train had picked up speed. The light had already
started to fade outside and the lush green view through the
window was slowly fading away into the darkness of the night.
Lights were switched on inside the compartment.
Twenty minutes later, the train started to slow down as it
approached Katpadi station. The two men discussing about
the match got down, one of them looked at Rishi and said,
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“Let’s hope for at least a draw,” he sighed and walked away.
Rishi nodded in agreement.
He took out his headphones and looked at his watch. It
read 6:48 pm. He then looked at the girls and asked, “Which
station is it?” One of the girls smiled and responded, “Katpadi.”
He thanked the girl with a smile in reply.
The girl looked at Rishi and asked, “It looks like you do
not travel much in the train?”
“Yeah, I rarely travel by train.”
The girl responded with a smile, “Hi, I am Sheetal,” and
offered a hand shake.
He responded with a bigger smile on his face, “I am Rishi.”
“What do you do Rishi?”
“I am a mechanical engineer working with a green energy
company making wind turbines and solar panels.”
“Wow, sounds like an interesting job, unlike a boring IT
job.”
Rishi sighed, “Thanks! But, though they have a boring
job at IT, they have the company of most beautiful women
working alongside to take their mind away from boredom. On
the other hand, we, mechanical engineers hardly find women
working with us and the word good looking is an age old
myth.”
Sheetal nodded her head with a grin. “That sounded really
heart felt.”
“The image of mechanical engineers that is portrayed in
many famous Indian movies are good to be watched in theatres.
But, we get distant from women right from our college days,
till marriage.”
“Agreed, but girls do have special liking towards mechanical
and electrical engineers, like how you guys have a thing for
young lecturers and teachers.”
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Rishi exclaimed in surprise, “Really? Yeah, guys do have
a thing for lecturers.” He nodded in agreement as his mind
started picking up images from second year college, his lecturer
for fluid mechanics paper. She was pretty and smart. He didn’t
want to re-live that memory for long, as he had an arrear in
that subject.
Rishi looked towards the other girl as he carried his
conversation with Sheetal.
“Rishi, this is Maya, my friend. We both study journalism
in Chennai in M.O.P College.”
Maya paused for a moment and looked at Rishi and said
“Hi” and went back to her reading.
“Oh nice, I did my schooling in Asan memorial. It is very
close to your college.”
“I know, it is a good school. But I think the earlier uniform
in grey was much better than the current one.”
“Agreed, grey was classic. Ours was the last batch privileged
with that uniform.”
Rishi tried to read the name of the book which Maya was
holding. The book seemed to be a really old one, its cover was
worn out and pages looked faded. The cover page had a photo
of a girl who seemed like a ghost. She was standing on top of
a hill and was looking downwards. The book had the name
“Kodai” on it. Maya had covered the rest of the book with her
hand so that Rishi could not read the full name of the book.
“Who reads horror these days? Do people still believe in
ghost stories?” Rishi thought to himself.
Sheetal had a dark complexion and an extremely wellmaintained body. She had a long hair falling a little short of
her hips. She did not seem to have any make up on her. She
sat in an upright posture with a straight back, and had her
legs crossed. She looked very confident. She had some element
of attraction but it was difficult to pin point on one special
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quality. Rishi by now had taken a couple of secretive glances
of her.
Maya, on the other hand, was a little plump and short;
she wore a spectacle with a dark red frame, her clothing was
tight and she had sufficient make up on her. She seemed like
someone who craved for attention. She had a very calm and
childish face though.
Suddenly, there was a lot of noise in the compartment. A
family entered the compartment with a lot of luggage. Vinoth
followed behind them. He placed his backpack under the seat.
Two “Lord Ayyappa” devotees also followed. Vinoth occupied
the seat number nineteen and the two devotees, who looked
like brothers, settled down at two RAC seats alongside the
window, the seats previously occupied by the men who were
discussing the match.
”Lord Ayyappa,” considered one of the most powerful
Gods in South India and as one of the richest in the world.
Lord Ayyappa is unique with one distinctive quality; the
temple promoted communal equality and love for all. Every
Ayyappa devotee had to visit a mosque where Vavar, a Muslim
friend of Ayyappa resides before visiting the Shabarimala,
where Ayyappa is worshiped.
The train started again with a big jerk. All the passengers
were slightly annoyed by this jerk. It had happened for the
second time since the start of the journey. It looked like, the
jerk will continue for all the stoppages during the course of
the travel.
Sister Mary had resumed with her Bible. She was
moderately built and was in her traditional nun outfit. She
kept her eyes on Karunya once in a while.
With the soothing cold breeze on her face, the little girl
fell asleep. She rested her head on the window railing.
“Katpadi,” a small town in the Vellore district of Tamil
Nadu. Rishi binged for the place. Most of the people used
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Google as search engine; he always had a different taste to
things.
He did not find anything interesting about the place
on wiki. He then searched for Katpadi life and entered the
tab for news. The search got even worse, news articles of
accidents, robbery, mafia, etc., popped up. The only reasonable
recognition of the place was Vellore Institute of Technology,
one of the famous engineering colleges in the country. He
locked his phone and placed it inside his pocket.
Another caterer in the train was offering vadai and samosas.
Rishi stopped the caterer and bought three samosas and asked
for a tissue paper. The caterer did not carry any tissues instead
he offered a couple of pages from an old newspaper.
Rishi offered the samosas to Sheetal and she refused. Maya
was in a different world altogether she kept distant from all
the happenings around her with her book. She looked very
intense, probably a very serious or horrific part of the story
was going on.
Sheetal took her mobile out and started to fiddle with it
as if she had lost interest in the conversation or probably she
wanted Rishi to initiate the conversations from now on.
Sheetal observed Vinoth. He was clean shaved with a short
haircut, and he seemed to be in his early thirties. On the other
hand, due to the forty day long fasting, the Ayyappa devotees
had grown long facial hair.
It was almost 8:45 pm. The train had just crossed Morapur
junction.
Time seemed to be flying, probably because the people
were enjoying the nice weather and had lost track of the time.
When Rishi was trying to finish the third samosa, Karunya
was well into her sleep, Maya and Sister Mary with their book
and the Bible, respectively, Sheetal with her mobile, Vinoth
with his tab and the devotees who looked tired were gazing
outside the window.
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As Rishi took another bite of his samosa, the paper slipped
off his hand and fell on Vinoth’s feet. Vinoth took the paper
from the ground. As he returned the paper to Rishi, he got
a glimpse of the paper’s obituary section. He found photos
of a lot of people on that section of different age groups
and gender, but his eye caught attention onto one photo, a
photo of a twenty-seven-year-old female named Reshma,
died 2001. Some of the relatives were mourning her fourth
death anniversary. He stared at the photo for a while before he
handed it over to Rishi.
Rishi looked at the paper and did not find anything
unusual except for a photo of a pretty girl named Reshma.
“This girl looks really pretty, she definitely deserved to live
more” and showed the photo to Sheetal.
Sheetal had a look at the image and acknowledged Rishi’s
statement and said what could have killed this pretty thing.
The train suddenly slowed down as if it was approaching
a new station. But, the next station was only at Salem. At
least another half an hour from here and there was no sign
of a railway station nearby. Slowly, the train came to a halt.
Rishi looked outside the window to see on why the train had
stopped in the middle of nowhere.
“It could be a train crossing,” one of the devotees said.
Rishi went back to his seat and responded “It looks like
the rain is not going to stop; it is cold and breezy.” Maya
lowered her window shield as water started to drip inside the
compartment. This was the second time in the journey that
Maya had taken her eye off the book. Maya got up from her
seat and walked towards the wash room leaving the book on
the seat.
Sheetal was bored with the mobile as she lost signal on
her phone.
Sheetal and Maya had known each other for four years
now. In these four years, Sheetal could not recollect Maya
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spending so much time with a book. Maya normally liked to
talk a lot. Sheetal also had this question running in her head
“Why Maya was behaving unusual today?” The book should
have been really good or it could be because she did not want to
talk due to the small argument they had earlier in the evening.
Sheetal saw the book lying on the seat; she picked it up
and started reading a random page. She was looking into
the darkness of the clouds and realizing the hollowness in
her heart sitting at Altaf Café, a famous place in Vattakanal,
in Kodaikanal, Tamil Nadu. She could not still come to the
consensus with what she has done. “Did I just kill my best
friend? She was contemplating within herself. Did I just drop
her off from the cliff? If I had tried a little more could I have
saved her? Did I release her hand early? Could I have saved her
if I was not that selfish? She would have been still alive and
smiling if I could just control a single moment of lapse. Why
did I do it? Did I hate her that much? Do I accept the crime?
Lot of questions started to crop in her head.”
Sheetal liked the first impression of that book. “I am
definitely going to read this once Maya is done with it.” She
decided and flipped the book to see its cover. The cover of the
book read, “My mistake at Kodai” in big bold letters and a tiny
line followed this title, “If you have read a para from this book,
you know that I already live in your head.” Sheetal thought it
was a captivating description of the book.
Sheetal was fascinated by that line as she read it a couple of
times. “If you have read a para from this book, you know that
I already live in your head… if you have read a para from this
book, you know that I already live in your head…”
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