Chapter 1 & 2

PART - 1

THAT NIGHT

It was a dark rainy night the sky a shade of blueish – purple giving a soothing feeling. The wind had its own mind that night. I had a feeling of it being like a movie, considering the unexpected roars and flashes of thunder and lightning going along with the uncertain rain which continued to drop on us and then stop all of a sudden. I was walking around the park situated at the centre of our residence. I looked up to the sky allowing the raindrops to fall on my face. Then turning my face back upright I feel the raindrops falling on my forehead sliding down the side of my cheek, down my neck. And another drop falling on my lips whose feeling I don’t exactly recognize but which keeps giving me an unusually calm and relaxing feeling. As it continues to drizzle me and my friend keep walking around the park. Though we were walking together and were having some small conversations in between we still were a bit lost in our own worlds. “off course you can’t blame us for doing so as we were running out of topics to talk about and we were also listening to our favourite songs, and who doesn’t get lost while listening to music?”. But still I could hear the songs she was listening to. We passed by some of our other friends who were playing cricket on one of the outer sides of the park as the central park is occupied by the football players. We both head towards the small rock pile situated near the badminton court. I don’t know why but I start kicking and jumping on the rocks a memory rushes into my mind I can see and feel it travelling from the brain through the optical nerved to the front of my retina and I could hear the sounds of kids playing skipping, laughing and jumping into the puddles wearing their cute little raincoats and boots while their mothers who are at a distance at which I can’t clearly see their faces, even after the memory disappears from in front of my eyes I can still feel their laughter ringing in my ears…

PART - 2

THE PRISON

Now that I think of it, I realise that there was no one, not a single soul was present around me. I was hallucinating, the voices I was hearing, the people, the rain drops all were just a trick of my mind and that none of them were true. I was still locked in the same small room with an even smaller window with bars like a prison cell in which I had been locked up for the last 5 years of my life. I have been out of touch with the outer world all this while not knowing what was going on outside the four walls of the guarded electric fence outside my small room. I was now a girl who had her own flight of fancy because she no longer knew how the outer world had changed or whether it had even changed, whether or not her friends and family were still there waiting for her to return from her mysterious disappearance hoping that she would finally return one day. They hoped that she would come back once she changed. But to them it didn’t matter that much whether she had changed, their only aspiration was for her to know that they loved her no matter what and just wanted her back. (phew! I am tired of talking in third person. Aren’t you tired of listening too? Anyways.). I wasn’t really sure of why I was there in this prison what harm had I ever done? I only knew that everyone feared me, even though I was at my best behaviour at all times. The question haunting my mind for all these years was a three letter word “Why? Why? Why?”. My so-called caretakers always told me that these 5 years during which I was plunged into eternal loneliness was a waiting period before I came of age. But coming of age of what? I was not sure either. I only knew that people feared me terribly and the only ones who came near me where the bravest among the rest of the outer world as there was some kind of special and complicated staff selection procedure taking place when I first came here being dragged with a red silk cloth tied around my words and my hands... Actually, they didn’t drag me the got me in tide up to a throne (literally a throne… I was seriously confused who would kidnap someone and still treat them as some kind of royalty?). when people came to me even though they tried to hide their fear of me it was clearly visible in their eyes. Seeing this I started to fear myself. I at times wondered if I was the same girl who used to frolic around, refusing to return home from the park.

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