The Strange Phone Call – #4

I and Twisha stood there, completely shocked! Did we do the wrong thing helping that girl? Did we just engaged ourselves in some more big unknown strange problem?

He was not moving now. His look was furious still. He locked the door. 

“Why are you doing this to us?” Twisha yelled in anger.

“We just came here to help you and your sister.”
He stood silent. Ignoring us.

“How can he be evil?” I thought. “His eyes are so pure. How can they be so decieving.?” I sighed. I was in denial. 

“I know you are not bad. I can look it in  your eyes.” I said. He looked at me confused and laughed.

“Oh really?! ” He came awkwardly close to me. Held me by my hairs. “You get all that just from my eyes?! Poor thing.” He was looking straight in my eyes with those blue eyes. “Yes!” I said. And there was a devil laugh. ” You know you are stupid right?! ” He tightened the grip on hairs. “Let me show you something then!” He threatened. ” Stop hurting me! ” I yelled with anger at him. “You have no rights and reasons to do that”

“I don’t need them!” He threatened and put a knife on my throat. 

“Stop , leave her! ” Twisha screamed and tried to release me from his clutches. But he was too strong. He pushed Twisha away with one big bang and she was on the floor. 

“Leave me!” I screamed. I fondled behind me for support. I got a vase instead in my hand. Without any delay, I hit him with the Vase on head forceful enough to make him shout in pain. 

His grip over me loosened and I pushed him hard. He stumbled on the floor with pain. 

“Twisha run!” I yelled at her. She was quick. I fumbled to open the lock. I opened it and I and Twisha quickly ran out of the flat. Not looking back once. In seconds we were in the car and on the roads.

We were frightened. From what just happened. We were In a state where we didn’t know what just happened. There was a silence . It was all just like a bad dream. 

Twisha stopped the car. We caught our breath. Looked back to check. If we were followed. We were frightened to the core. 

“What just happened!? What was all that?! I… I don’t know…What now!? ” I broke down in tears. It was the first time probably I was this frightened in the history of my 25 years of existence. Those eyes with anger and that devil laugh were stuck in my head and ears. I closed my ears tightly in vague attempt to stop it. 

“Everything will be OK now.. we are safe! Don’t worry!” Twisha tried to console me inspite of shaking herself. I could feel the fear in her voice . 

We went back to our home. I was just sitting in the porch near my room. Looking at the moon and Gazing at the stars. Repeating everything that happened that day. I was angry at him. I was hurt. I was heart broken. But why?! I just met him, and he had no Shame in proving himself a monster! Then why was I feeling hurt. His eyes. Those blue eyes. Why were they so innocent then. What was hidden behind it?! Or was I really stupid like he said. He was so close. I could feel his breath. But was it wrong to feel. There was a beep on my cell phone. It was Twisha.

You okay?

I texted back.

Yeah , maybe I won’t be able to sleep today.

Don’t worry it will be all forgotten. Don’t say anything to anyone. I can’t let my parents know about it.

Her parents have been very possessive about her. As she is their only child. If they knew about this , they will not let her out of the house
Yeah. I know. I won’t.

I hate him. I had all the anger in me. I was hurt. What’s happening to me. Why can’t I just forget it… Rather him. Tears rolled out. I was feeling a strange kind of loneliness and fear. Like something just left me.

” Anyways enough of that!” I thought and stood up to go in. 

As soon as I stood up, I heard some noice on the road Infront of my home. I could see the road clearly from the porch of my home. There was nothing except those street lights and a tree behind which I couldn’t see anything. I heard something I know. But I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly I saw something moving behind the tree. I tried to look . There was some person standing out there . He tried to look behind from the tree. I couldn’t see him. He was covered completely in black . His face was covered. There was not enough light . I just could see his figure. He was walking back away. I was frightened as hell. I hurriedly went in. 

Was he him, Siddharth ? What was he again doing there.? Was he stalking me now? Am I in danger? 

to be continued

 

The strange phone call – #3

“Let’s go and have some coffee..” said Twisha.
“What? Coffee this time? No ways! “” We are in the midst of this havoc and you want coffee?! ” I almost yelled at her.

“Stop yelling Mahek! I can’t think right now. I need a coffee to start up my brain.” And she rushed the car , forcing me to hold the dashboard for keeping me from loosing balance. 

“I need a strong tea. I don’t drink coffee… Slow down Twisha!” ” We are going .. OK.. I am sorry !” But she stopped only when she reached the cafe. 

“One Black coffee?! ” She was ordering black coffee. Twisha does that only when she is really confused and in problem. I ordered my regular strong and sweetened tea. I was observing Twisha. She was constantly thinking , some deep thought process was going on. 

“We need to find him. We need to find her brother” She finally uttered what she was thinking. 

“What? How?” I was in denial as usual. “No ways..” 

“How else we are going to Help her!?”

“But…” Still not sure. I went silent. Sipping on to my hot tea, I thought. She was right,  how else are we going to help? What else are we going to do? Just inform her brother and all of this will get over. No more phone calls and surprises. Life back to normal. 

“OK !” I said. Let us get it over with that now. I thought.

Sipping the last drop of tea and paying, we sat in her car. Recalled the address , the girl spoke about and headed.

There it was.We were standing Infront of a large old, wooden door! I was feeling butterflies in the stomach due to anticipation. We were not knowing who or rather what would be there behind the doors. I was staring at the name plate.  

SIDDHARTH PATEL ” 

Might be her brother’s name , I thought. 

Twisha rang the door bell. We waited out there in severe nervousness. No one answered for the first time. She rang the bell again. Still no answer. I got frustrated and angry. ” No one there. Wow! Great! So this ain’t going to end now. It was all so simple. Inform her brother and we are out of trouble. But no… ”

I was looking at Twisha and stood shifting my weight on the closed door for support to stand. 

Suddenly someone opened the door. And as I was standing leaning on it, I fell with a thud. “Ohhhh heyyy !” I yelled.

“I am sorry! ” I heard a soft voice. 

I was there flat on the floor. Infront of me was standing the guy, who opened the door. He was almost 6 feet tall , well built, fair and must say not less handsome than a greek god. He had that kind of face, which would make you stop for a while inspite of place and situation. He might be used to of that I thought. People staring at him like that. Pausing for a while looking at him and he,  then overcompensating with nonchalant gaze and weak smile followed by little blush of course a dead give away. God! How many girls would have fallen already. 

“Hey! You okay?!”he asked concerned. I was back to the senses. Mortified. Red with shame. I literally fell. He was in his boxers and sweating, probably he was working out. He had a chiseled body. What was happening to me!? ” Come back to sense! ” I murmured. 

Twisha helped me up. Now I was facing him. He looked with puzzled eyes . I was wondering, how can anyone look so good even after a work out. 

“How may I help you!? Girls?! ” He asked. Staring at me. My breath stopped. Why was I getting conscious?! Was he checking me out?  Oh the blue eyes..! I felt relieved when his gaze shifted.  Suddenly, I wanted to finish the meeting and conversation as soon as possible.

“Umm… it’s sort of weird but ..We are here because your sister sent us. She gave me a call. I don’t know her , but she said she was in trouble and I need to inform you about that. ”

His gaze was now worried instead of puzzled. He checked on behind our shoulders.

“Come in, hurry up!” He invited us in. 

Puzzled, we both went in. 

His home was huge and exquisite inside. The main hall had white sleek walls and large windows. The window to the straight wes framed with dark brown velvet drapes and the lace curtain were drawn aside, letting the sun light in and exposing a view of the outer world. There was a large sofa framing the hall. Large dark coffee brown sofa. To the right, there was a bookshelf. It was unusual of a guy to have such a huge book shelf. I thought. Which guy reads? I’ve never met one I thought,till now. There were two passage on the left. One led to the kitchen I guess and the other door was closed, maybe it was his bedroom.

He was hurrying , closing the door behind. Breathing fast. Walking to and fro, Infront of us. Banging his hand occasionally in to the walls in anger. He was in anger. He was furious. We stood there. Scared. Regretting that we ever got here. I tried to move towards the door . But he was quick. He held my hands and stopped me.

“You are not going anywhere! ” He ordered!. “You both stay here till I say!”” No moving!” “If you tried to move out, you don’t know me… It wouldnt be good for you!” He threatened. 

What was that..!.? Was he a bad guy?! Did we make a mistake coming here?! What now?!
to be continued..

Independence : An issue ?

I recently came across on a post by a friend on street harassment. It’s almost an everyday issue nowadays that girls even ladies or old Grandmas are molested and harrased in our country. May it be anywhere. You are seriously one in a billion lucky if you haven’t gone through any of that. 
I just over heard a conversation today. Two ladies , both of them well educated, well known and respectable in their professions, were talking about some girl 22- 23 years of age.  They were talking about how the girl’s parents are doing the right thing by finding a good match for her at this age. And also how after reaching at the age of 25 a girl starts becoming independent and then it creates a problem to adjust and marry. Hearing them talking like this, kept me pondering about it all day long..

Women empowerment! Many people have been talking about that now a days in India. What is empowerment of women?! In what the empowerment lies?!  Now according to me , creating a society where a women has independence to make her decisions on her own for personal benefits or the society is women empowerment. To most of us this holds true. What is the threat to women empowerment?! Only men?! Hearing the above conversation, no.. men and women equally threatens women empowerment. Any thought that hinders the independence and thoughts of women is a threat to women empowerment. 

Street harrasment, Eve teasing, molestation at work place all are a different aspect altogether. I want to talk about the other part. A girl , since she is born, is constantly fighting for her rights here. Her independence is constantly being controlled, sometimes in the name of protection and sometimes in the name of duties. 

We talk about the things that happens outside on the streets , but hey what about our own people we live in between? Hearing the above ladies talk like this, it occured to me that, why is that so? Why is the independence of girl looked upon that way? Shouldnt she have the call to make decisions about herself? Isn’t she capable? She might want to study further, she might even want to take a job and achieve her goals in life, she even might want to marry and settle down. But hey, it’s her call to make. Why would her independence not lead to a good life to her?

What is wrong with people? Why is that so? After reaching an age of 25, why is every girl’s parents having a line of tension on their forehead? Even if they are at peace , the society don’t let them. Why is a girl burden after 25? Why a father is never at peace when his daughter turns 25?  Why can’t a girl be at peace once she reach 25..? Why can’t she persue her dreams of being free? Why cant she settle down once she feels like?

A girl when given wings can fly like a bird. A girl when given right shoes can explore a path that you’ve never imagined. A girl when given the independence can work wonders! So much things are hyped about women empowerment. Women empowerment doesn’t lay in raising a voice against it lays in respecting a lady, her thoughts, and her independence. If she wants to she will be a home maker , and if she aspires to be a corporate worker she will be that, if she wants to settle she will, be it.. let it be her decisions and only hers. Why has she to look and think about society while making her decisions? Why she fears a constant judging?  If she does what she likes, she has to hear that she is given too much Independence. What is too much Independence? It’s either there or not. There is nothing like too much in it. Tell her when she is wrong . But don’t just pull her down because of what society will think.

Women empowerment will be there only when there would be a change in people’s thought and they will stop idealizing the behaviour of women. Independence of speech, expression, work , breathing, living is a basic right every human is born with. And we deny them to a women in name of customs, protections, duties, respect, fear. 

What if she has her own job? Can pay her own bills? Doesn’t need to depend on anyone else for a living? Has her own dreams? That would make her not worthy to marry or adjust? You know what, it simply means she doesn’t need your money to live with you, she will look upon a healthy relationship and not just a dominance and submission. She will be eligible to take care of her own and would also be able to look upon to world and contribute to its progress.
 A simple change in thought is needed. How is independence of a girl an issue?

The Strange Phone call -#2

I stood there panicked. The sky was still full of light from the celebrations of just started new year. Twisha stared at me confused 
” What was the call about?!”

 I shook head ” Nothing..” “Just a wrong call!”

 She eyed me with suspucion. She always knew when I lied. “OK fine!” I told in fear and desperation. ” It it was a strange phone call .. from a lady! She needs help! She might be in danger! I have no idea where what when! But something was wrong. ” I stopped to breathe. 

Twisha tried to calm me. But she looked as panicked. ” Why would she call you?! ”

” I have no idea!” I said.

Both confused and panicked, we decided to return home and see what we could do next morning! 

I couldn’t sleep the night thinking what might be the lady talking about. Constantly kept looking at the phone in case it rings again. The number was by heart till now. Early in the morning, I was down for breakfast. Still looking at the phone. ” Are you expecting a call dear?! ” Mom asked. I was suddenly aware that she was observing me from quite long. I decided not to tell anything about the strange phonecall to her. ” No mom, it’s Twisha! We are going to meet! Waiting for her…” 

And a loud horn blared right Infront of the main door. “Urrgh.. When will she stop doing that.” I murmured. Took the last sip of my hot tea and rushed to the door. I couldnt let her in. She has a big mouth. She will speak everything about the phone call to mum.

There she was, in her car, right Infront of the gate. Twisha was the only child of a rich businessman. Born and brought up in leisures. But despites of the arrogance that she clearly got from her father, she had a really soft and caring side which I suppose was due to her mom. We were friends since kindergarten. I have seen her crying when her father couldn’t make it to an annual program to see her performance, also seen her confident enough and arrogant to shatter your ego in pieces. I although have never experienced the arrogant side. We had some sort of understanding, hard to explain. 

I sat next to her, and she started. 

“So got any call? Again?! ” She asked curiously. 

“Nope!” 

” Hey, where are we heading?!” I asked sensing that we were moving. 

“To the police station! To report the phone call”she said “what else we are gonna do?!

I was not liking the idea. She sensed that already ” What are we going to report?! We don’t have any information other than the phone number. No whereabouts, no names .. nothing!” “We even don’t know if it’s not fake. I think it would be stupid of us.” 

“But…” She tried to protest. 

Suddenly my phone rang. It was that number again. My heart skipped a beat. I was frozen. I looked to Twisha wide eyed. She understood. Confused. “Pick up the phone” she said nervously. I picked it up.

“Hello?!”

Same sounds again. More clearer this time. Some kind of work place. Some sort of factory. Something was being manufactured. Wasn’t that clear. Line was having disturbance. 

Hello, please help me! I m stuck! Contact my brother. He might be looking for me.  Flat no. 9 , Sanidhya complex. Do not involve police.  “

“Hello!” Who are you?!” How do you know me?!” Where are you?! 

But the line was dead. What just happened?! I tried calling the number again this time. But it was switched off. 

I looked at Twisha. She too was just as panicked and shocked. We stopped the car at side. I was panicking. 

“What is happening?! Who is she?! Why calling me?! ” 

“Don’t panick”. Twisha tried to console me. 

I was frightened and so was she. ” The girl is in need . It’s not a fake call! What are we gonna do Twisha?! ”

to be continued

Help A little! 

It’s been a week since 2017. Many new resolutions taken. Travel, Bungee jumping, paragliding.. for me more of writing and sketching. In the high of the moment and time , we all think about our personal wishes to be fullfill ed this new year. They are necessary , Yes! They are important in their ways. How else are we gonna live! Lol!

There is one another kind of new resolution I wish to take! To help others the way I can! We are always occupied with ourselves. Our jobs, our family time and our travel. But there are numerous persons we meet each day. Our one kindness can make a difference in others life sometimes. May it be a small worker or CEO of the firm. 

Cultivate the moral of humanity in others too. Yes, we cannot help everyone but everyone can help someone!We think too much and feel too little, more than machinery we need humanity and more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. 

Have you ever felt hopeless?! Stuck somewhere? Where you just need one hand and it’s not there! Help someone, atleast he will have the hope that the world is yet not empty of goodness! There are many organizations running for helping the one in need. But when every individual will take charge, it would be more beneficial than a single organization trying. Humanity has been long lost these days. Competition, race, achieving goals have made us all selfish and goal oriented. We need to take break and literally learn to be humans in this dog race. 

 I just came across this chain of cafe called “Seva cafe”. “Seva” means volunteering yourself. In this cafe there are no prices in menus, and the check reads Rs. 0 with a foot note ” Your meal was gifted by someone who came before you, to keep the chain alive we invite you to pay for those who dine after you” 

You can visit the site here! And that made all the difference. Try to be helpful! And see the change in your heart and shine in the eyes of the needy! Hope ! my dear, wins every battle. If you cultivate hope in someone’s life there is nothing more meaningful to your life!

Happy helping! 

The Tempted Winter Nights..

In the middle of Winter, 

I at last discovered 

that there was in me ..

An Invincible Summer

Winter have been surprisingly my favourite season of all. Season of Oranges, Pears and Pomogranates. Season of that hour long hot bath. Season of that sip of hot tea! Late night chilling rides and getting cozy under the blankets 😋 

As they say, you need to feel the chill of winters to appreciate the warmth of Summer. But hey! Chilled mornings, silent nights, foggy atmosphere trust me there is no better season then this to get cozy ! Nature lovers, hopeless romantics, solitude seekers.. well people like me always bloom in this season..! 

I Was tempted to go on a freezing night ride today on my two wheeler! Riding amongst the street and people , lost in my own thoughts. 

And there I was tempted after a tiring day to lay on my so called couch, stretching my legs, wearing those cozy looking socks!

Winter.. yey here they are! I m really loving the hot tea, hot hot shower and the cozy  blanket. Tempted to feel the warmth they give!