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.
” 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.
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