I hear her cry aloud at 12 in the night… I got so hysterical hearing the pain in her voice… I sprang out of the bed and went to console her for whatever has happened… “Pratiksha?! Patiksha?! Get up…. What happened?” I knew something was wrong after she ended up a flared banter with her friend that evening… she did cry afterwards but was continuously trying to walk out instead of facing the predicament… she was ignoring the calamity as far as possible… I guess she talked to someone before she broke out… The phone lay peacefully in her hand when she switched it off…
She was crying excruciatingly as if every bit of her was mourning over a dead body… she herself being the one… eyes full of tears which glittered like diamonds partially because of the dim light at night and partially because of the rage of anger that prevailed which in turn made her eyes deep red… If ever she would have had a knife in her hand none of us would have been alive today… I tried hard but she seemed to be in some another world… Despite of my efforts I couldn’t make her hear me… it was like talking to a deaf who can see me mutter but can’t hear me… I still wonder whether or not she was able to see me…
“Pratiksha enough of it! Stop crying… I said STOP CRYING! THAD” I slapped her hard across her face and the room seemed to be galloped by the monster of silence… It was dark but still I could see her eyes stuck on my face as if I just made her aware of my presence… After a fraction of sec she got up and splash, the little she had left in her stomach, lay down there on the floor and she collapsed in the bed instantaneously… I touched this fragile body with a wavering hand to check if she went unconscious. It wasn’t late when I realized she was burning within, with a fever more than hundred… still sobbing… I wanted to help her, medicate her, feed her as she skipped her dinner but the most important thing she needed was time… a few moments with herself… a few moment of silence to recover… Analyzing I walked far from her bed with my eyes still glued to her…
With my pace she slowly curled herself like a person who while freezing in the cold curls to conserve the warmth of the body from letting it escape into the atmosphere or you can say like a baby in mother’s womb… I still couldn’t judge what she needed, warmth or a protective shell or may be both like a cocoon… All I could mutter was “God give her justice!”
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