Allapuzha is a beautiful town encircled by the vast stretch
of backwaters that adorned the nature. Exhausted
by the photo shoot at the St. Andrews feast, Jenifer was returning to the Port
for her boat towards the hotel that by stood the famous Vembanad Kayal (lake). She loathed the
strange sound as the boat crashed with the flowing water. To distract herself,
she took out the Tablet phone from her Sling bag and connected to the busy world. A calm climate with stillness in the air,
only the nights silence to be disturbed by the crickets gobbling and the boat
rushing to get to the land. This aura was enough to make one feel isolated from
the world. But on her fingertips, as she scrolled through the tweets on her
phablet she felt she was in a crowd where everyone is shouting something or the
other to the world. And one retweet by her follower stood on top of all which
she clicked to expand...
“Think before you follow the road bound to the law, because
she is herself blindfolded”
Stalking the profile led her to his blog,, a peek into his
life .. Somehow she began reading through it. That which began as a mere go
through now ended up as a chase. Post after post.
The BlindFold by Sanket Goswami
She liked it. It conveyed a lot more like the stories her pictures
conveyed. She loved portraits. She clicked people, and he penned about people, Portraits
in Words.
However one of those portraits almost hit her hard, pulling
her back to the past. It could have been a coincidence. Smitten by the lady next door, Sanket had portrayed
her flawlessly in his post. The words formed a picture of the lady in Jenifer’s
imagination which mirrored the face she had always abhorred. Tara Dutta.
It was very late when she reached the hotel. The night had
killed her appetite. She was lost in thoughts, memories to be specific. She
shut her eyes inviting sleep. However faces disturbed her. Roohi’s picture with
the pink daisies haunted her. Unintentionally, she was drawn to Roohi. Shekhar
had never pleased her by his looks.. But talking to him made her realized their
parallel lives illusioned to coincide somewhere. She was a wanderer by thoughts and Shekhar
seemed to construct his own thoughts. Out of the love for Roohi, Tara’s absence
and Shekar’s helplessness, Things went wrong. Perhaps it was the right thing
for that moment. But now as she looked back she felt as though she had sinned. She
recalled the day Tara offended her in
front of Roohi.
Does Roohi know of
the mistake her best friend Jenny Benny committed?
Her hand reached for the rosary that she
always wore. Gripping tightly the cross that rested on her chest, she prayed
for a peaceful sleep. Silently Hoping Roohi would be happier with her mom
somewhere. And Tara, with her husband.
My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word.
The phablet blinked across the table. Low battery.
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