A
seething attack met the calmness of the sea,
Ramen
became her own anchor to save her sinking ship
But in
all the criminal drama, little did she forget,
She
had a love to go back to
And so
she did. She met her witch halfway into the night
In the
abandoned alleys of the rising sun,
She spent a night in what she called her Milan
Vishal and Ramen Agnihotri were lying in bed in each other's arms after an organic orgasm that blew their minds. For the rest of the night, they were content with themselves observing the mutual camaraderie in silence they shared that they called pure love. But Ramen knew she wanted more. She wanted a partnership with V. Vishal knew what Ray was thinking and he was so close to telling her all about the togetherness they would share in a couple of weeks once her testament from God was done with if she came out of it with flying colors. Until that time, he would have to keep the news to himself.
Come morning, at around 7 am on a misty Sunday morning, Vishal got out of bed reluctantly since he had his heaven so close to him, he didn't want to leave to go on a mission and disappear from Ray's life for the next two testing days. He knew this time without him would breach all the kindness of humanity against her but he had to know what she would do about it, how she would act under pressure and so he announced, "Babe, got to go in five, I'll be unavailable for the next two days. I've got some urgent work with the family and preparations for your welcome into the Agnihotris' to look after. I'll see you Wednesday night and sweep you off the earth into a palace of the anonymous."
Ramen felt heartbroken to see her witch disappear. She hadn't expected this. She wanted V to be there with her now more than ever. But she quietly placated herself by calling for the strength to carry on from the divine forces in his absence.
9 am, Monday, end of June 2017.
Ramen was still in bed, feeling his scent close to her. She was still reeling over last night with V and then it happened so bad that it shook the living daylights out of her. She sat upright in bed at once with sweat breaking on her forehead and she felt palpations wrecking havoc with her nervous system. For some time, since the effect was so raw, she felt completely immobile and blank. She dumped her head into her pillows and cried loudly.
She couldn't believe how this effect was affecting her subconscious to an extent that she thought she was about to give up and that's when a divine force entered her energy and pulsating on the positivity she resolutely scrammed her way to her study. She tore out a paper from her diary and started writing relentlessly for an hour. Of course, she needed more than just one piece of paper to chronologically confide the crime against her, dating back to her college days and it took her more than an hour to jot down every doubt, every suspicion and every gory detail of the psychological impact the crime had had on her being.
Highlights of the letter:
Batch
of 2015-2016, All Journalist Command (AJC), private institute of journalism in
Chennai, Tamil Nadu.
The
batch and I didn't get along. I was the older student.
They
hacked my phone.
Exposed
my vulnerability.
Chalked
a systematic criminal plan for my fall so I would not sit for placements.
Gave
me constant panic attacks through social media propaganda that set me off to
Mumbai before I could sit through the job search at the Campus
Coming
back, my relatives envisaged my fall through politically planned vengeance so I
become crazy.
Constant
barrage of calls every time I try to talk to my parents.
social
isolation.
Loud
and "co-incidental" banging of the doors following my every
move.
There
are either hidden cameras or listening devices in the house.
Tarnishing
my reputation through political rumors.
The
crime is hostile and done in a manner to set me off track manipulatively.
Mental harassment.
11 am, Monday morning, same day.
The crime has reached a point where functioning normally has become ghosting my own spirit of life. It's followed by helpless depression and trauma.
Ramen quickly freshened up and dashed through the front door with a thick envelope in her hand.
She crossed the road and made her way two blocks to the post office and sent it to the Indian CBI.
Vishal was witnessing his wife unfold a crime of a lifetime with stealth and stability of calm he never thought he could have pulled off being in her shoes. He opened a bottled of champagne to celebrate with his mother. She said, "Ramen Agnihotri will pull through the storm son, cheers!"
3 pm, Monday, June 2017
After returning from the post office she had ruminated over her circumstance at a coffee shop. Eventually, emotionally exhausted, she returned home and given her husband's absence, she decided, a moment idle, a moment lapsed into depression so she continued to do something or the other for the next two days while waiting for the CBI's response.
Ramen ate her lunch and began vlogging. She wasn't a woman to air her dirty laundry in public so she faced the camera and went live on Instagram to talk about the importance of co-dependency in relationships. She spoke from her heart about the value partners can provide for each other in the absence of external support in achieving life goals. She had about 300 who joined her and she signed off, her spirits lifting with the unexpected audience in her live broadcast today.
7pm, Monday, June 2017
Ramen lit a joint and an agarbatti and refused to spiral down the darkness of her reality all the while missing V.
She put on some romantic songs and drifted into dreaming about her future with V and the justice that would prevail henceforth.
10 am, Tuesday, June 2017
Ramen woke up hassled and she immediately called Dr. Mrinal Jain and took an urgent appointment for some EFT.
4 pm, Tuesday, June 2017
Just as she was leaving home to visit her therapist, her neighbors door banged loudly and it rang in her ears long after she was on her way to the clinic. She cried helplessly in the cab because she knew the doors banged to harass and torture her mentally, to break her spirit and delusion her into depression constantly.
Dr Mrinal Jain, " Ramen close your eyes and repeat after me while tapping on your forehead and nerves to release the idiotic energy you go through at home."
Ramen repeated after the doctor, "I am done with suffering. Release. I am not what they want me to be. Release. This is temporary. Release..."
The EFT lasted for an hour and at the end of it, Ramen had more strength to carry on.
Ramen returned home numb with subconscious pain and dosed off until 7 am, Wednesday morning.
"V is going to come back today!" Ramen felt hopeful as she went about her day, anticipating what was in store for her tonight.
Ramen just laid in bed all of that day thinking about tonight's treat escape and breezed through the day efficiently until 9pm she received a call by CBI agent Ronald Shaw that changed her life!
Ronald Shaw, "We will investigate this case and get back to you asap. Don't say anything to anyone until then."
Ramen, "Roger that."
Just as she was done smiling ear to ear is when V appeared from thin air and swept her on his magic mat, miles and miles through the scavenging darkness of the despondent city lights into a run-down colonial style building with an open terrace that didn't feel very Indian. "Where are we V?"
V, "Welcome to the family doll."
Ruins of iron rusted walls and debris of cemented bricks under fresh daisy lights that cast it's spell upon the moon in the middle of the night, a palace so huge the chandeliers were hanging from the sky and monkeys served drinks and hors devours while tigers and wolves and serpents and sea lions all transformed into beautiful human faces and ran towards her to greet her amidst rain that cast a slight shadow through the bright lights from the stars above that blessed the couple a lifetime of eternity together.
Ramen was so overwhelmed with such unconditional love, she immediately felt at home and the night was spent laughing with the family with V by her side all through the night, a night she called her Milan.
To be continued…
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