All In Dead Silence
JANUARY
Dusky complexion, pouting lips wearing bright lipstick, cajoled eyes of a dancer...Sameer was describing his Dream date. (Soha interrupted)
I feel you have awkward choices. Dusky complexion and bright lipstick.. Quite rubbish ...crap (sarcastically)
(Suresh butted in)
Hey Soha! Why do you feel hurt after all there’s an ol’ saying “ Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’’ and….
(Soha raised her voice)
Why the damn shit I care for ANYONE….You perverts, Condemned creatures…. You all are losers ….
(holding her head) Oh! JESUS! What have I done to myself?
Please forgive me Lord! (Tears rolled down her cheeks)
The door creaked, breaking the silence that reigned.
APRIL
A girl with fair complexion, sharp features, large eyes laced with mascara peeped.
Another one to the dominions of devil … muttered Soha under her breath as she felt the needle go in.
Sameer approvingly nodded at the entrant and she walked past the corridor to the table.
(Introducing herself)
‘I am Trisha and would like to join your group. Please let me in!’
Oh! She wants to be initiated.
And there are rules that guide our worlds …. (Suresh exclaimed)
‘I promise to abide by all rules’ promised she.
Tell me why should we take you? (fired Soha)
A moments pause
‘I am virgin, gorgeous, and rich’ (the girl chirped)
Sameer felt excited
LOOK! (He pointed at her) I mean not her looks her words. Soha don’t you feel “Virgin” and being “Rich” are images at variance! But she said that and it shows genuine substance in her.
He turned to the girl “Trisha you would be my girl. You are one of us”(as he uttered these words he gently bestowed her the First Needle down her veins)
JULY
Soha unnerved sank to the sofa. She awaited attention as a baby pines for milk. She gulped her MILK and dropped the rest on the floor.
(None noticed her)
Trisha was the cynosure of the gang from this day and age. She observed us keenly –The crew in action.
( Penned in her diary) ‘We lazily spent the mornings, then the afternoons lingering, followed by the evenings. But nights was when we went most active.’ So she termed us “Nocturnals At Work” alias NAW.
We gangsters ventured in the dark, partying, drinking and dancing. Every night we made new Friends-acquaintaces who were known and some unheard of. Some wanted to stick together but we did not some didn’t and we maneuvered them until they got initiated.
To quote Soha “…tempted to touch the unscathed souls and squeeze their virgin powers from within”
OCTOBER
But , we were in trail of ‘The Architect’ and thus like ‘creatures of dark’ we went to enchanted places adorning an eerie aura of mysticism for we assumed that
‘The Architect’ dwelled such spaces.We could sense “The End” mark lurking behind us.Yet, we wished to dilate time, to experience the unexperienced and unveil the forbidden. ‘The Architect’ was The One who knew the potion to rejuvenate the spirits within that would grant us to postpone the “Final Bell”. Fuel was to run out soon, the body would fall on moist earth then to be wrapped and packed only to be sent ,
Up Above To The World So High
Like A Diamond In The Sky
The “Original Sin” had guided us to the dungeons of death. Treading the dark alleys we would be soon knocking ‘The Gates’. Lust has carried us so far so deep…. Fate permits no homecoming anymore. Adieu Friends
DEC 31ST
The above pages are from the diary found in the closet of Room no. 09 in Newstow Sanatorium by Rohini (nurse by profession and my fiance).
An Audio Cd marked ‘HOTEL CALIFORNIA-Eagles’ was stuffed in the diary.
The track is playing in my music system and the diary lies on my lap.
