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ketaki patwardhan

Drama Thriller


ketaki patwardhan

Drama Thriller

The life of Myra - Chapter 4

The life of Myra - Chapter 4

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Now I have lost any interest I had in the art pieces. I rush out of the hall, and all I want to do now is to rush back to my apartment, take some sleep medicines, get under my blankets and sleep till it’s time for my shift.


Startled, I turn around. I hadn’t seen Viraj standing to the right side of the entrance. So, he has seen what transpired.

My cheeks colour as I am embarrassed now, wishing more than ever that I could vanish from this place.

“Yes. He dumped me for a new girl. And now he thinks I am stalking them,” I say, wiping my cheeks.

“I understand, have been in your shoes in fact. I had a girlfriend, and after our break up, she went to the police saying I was stalking and threatening her. It was a ridiculous allegation and didn’t take the police a lot of time to figure out that she was lying, and in fact, that she was the one who was stalking me and not vice versa,” Viraj says.

His words put me at ease. He understands and is not judging me.

“Coffee?” he asks.

I smile at him and we walk to the Café coffee day a few blocks away.

Viraj is easy to talk to, and over ice-cold Devil’s Own’s, we talk about a lot of things. I laugh hard at his jokes and anecdotes, and I guess this is the first time I have laughed from my heart and enjoyed and relaxed in the past six months.

Finally, two hours later, we stand outside the café, exchanging numbers.

“So, when can we meet again?” he asks.

After today’s night shift, I have an entire day off tomorrow. But at the same time, I shouldn’t seem too desperate.

“I will message you,” I say.

“What are you doing tomorrow evening?” he asks.

Well, someone is desperate, I think, feeling my cheeks colour again, but obviously not from embarrassment.

“Tomorrow evening?” I ask, making a show of thinking whether or not it fits my schedule.

“Dinner?” he suggests.

“Okay. Done,” I say, smiling.

“Great. I will pick you up then. See you,” he says, and we walk in opposite directions towards our respective cars.


Mahika calls me in the evening. I know mom must have asked her to check on me.

“How are you?” she asks.

“Good,” I give a measured reply.

“What did you do today?” she asks.

“Nothing much,” I say in a non-committal way.

There is a pause.

“What happened at the exhibition today, Myra?” she asks, and it’s as if I have been slapped hard across my cheek.

“Who told you?” I ask, fully knowing the answer, anger rising in the pit of my being.

“You know who told me,” she replies.

“Mahika, this is a free country. I can go wherever I wish to without his permission, you know…”

“What are the odds that you chose the exact same place to visit, that Madhumita had uploaded about on Facebook just hours before Myra?” she asks.

I feel my breaths picking up pace as I start hyperventilating.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t follow either Anish or Madhumita on any social media. I have unfriended and blocked them,” I say, my voice trembling.

This is the truth, though slightly twisted. Anish and Madhumita have blocked me from all of their social media websites when I had started stalking them and hate-commenting on each and every post of Madhumita’s, after she got together with Anish after he ditched me. But no one knows that I still stalk both of them using my fake online profile, Lisa K.

“Myra, you must stop it. It has been a long time and Anish has moved on…” she is saying.

“Do you really think I went there to stalk them Mahika? Will you believe your sister or rather the man who betrayed her?” I ask, anger seething through me.

“The question is not about me trusting anyone Myra. It’s about you. I don’t care about Anish, all I care about is you. See, whatever happened between you two is the past, and it is irreversible. There is no point in trying to dig buried graves to decide who was right and who was wrong. Anish has found a life partner, and all we wish for you to forget him and move on too…”

‘We’ means she and my mom! Of course, they have to interfere in each and everything of my life.

“I have met someone,” I say, interrupting her. I don’t know why I say it, but maybe because I am fed up of listening to ‘we care about you and you must move on’ for the umpteenth time.

There is a pause.

“You have met someone?” she asks, stressing each word slowly as if speaking to someone who is mentally incapacitated.

“Yes, his name is Viraj, and I had gone to see him. He was managing the exhibition at the Rudolf hall,” I say.

“Oh, ok. Where do you know him from?” she asks.

I haven’t thought this through.

“Actually, he once called me believing it to be someone else’s number, and somehow we ended up chatting. We had been chatting for a few days when he suggested that we meet. So, I went there,” I say, my voice now confident enough to make my lie sound completely true.

“Oh, that’s good to hear,” Mahika says, and even though I am not convinced she can ever be happy for me, I am glad I am off the hook for now.

“Didn’t you introduce Anish to him?” she asks.

“I would have, had he not been screaming his lungs off about me not getting a life,” I say bitterly.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will speak to Anish,” she says.

I almost roll my eyes. Who is she now, my lawyer?

“Please don’t tell mom anything right now. I will tell her when it’s time,” I add. I am not ready to face another interrogation by my mom.

“Okay. I won’t tell her anything. But please let me know more about him. I would like to meet him,” Mahika says.

“Let me get to know him first, then all things will follow,” I say, hoping she takes this as the end of our conversation.

“Myra,” she says and takes a pause.

I am wondering what else she wants to talk to me about.

“I miss you,” she says.

“I miss you too,” I say without emotions.

I know she doesn’t miss me. If anything, she misses the way she makes me feel. Jealous and inferior.

“Have you spoken to Rishi lately?” she asks.

What is it with this mom-daughter duo? The fixation with Rishi?

“There’s a call waiting from the hospital. Must be about my duty schedule. Call you later,” I say and disconnect the call.

I really don’t understand why mom or Mahika are so keen that I meet up with him.

With no plans on how to spend the rest of the day, I snuggle on my living room sofa, reading my favorite novel ‘Jigyasa’.

Jigyasa is a story about a young girl who gets dumped by her fiancé on the day of her wedding, and for obvious reasons, I identify myself with Jigyasa. Sometimes, I feel like I am reading my own biography, written by someone else.

Just like me, Jigyasa doesn’t get along well with her mom and sister, who spare no efforts at belittling her on every occasion, making her feel worthless and humiliated at every opportunity. The only people she really connects with are her brother, and her best friend, who's name, coincidentally or by cosmic design, is Saloni.

She is ghosted by her ex, who has, just like Anish, moved on, after discarding Jigyasa like a used tissue paper. And though she is understandably just curious to know what goes on in her ex’s life, she is labelled as a stalker by him and his girlfriend.

Then she meets a handsome guy, Ranbir.

She slowly starts falling in love with Ranbir…

My alarm goes off shrilly in my ear. As usual, I am disoriented for a few moments before getting oriented to my surroundings.

I switch the alarm off, though I don’t remember ever switching it on.

I am on the living room sofa. I look around for the book. 

As I turn around, I see a woman standing behind me, staring at me, the book in her hands.

I jump in alarm, stumbling as I land on my feet, facing the woman, who is still standing there, watching me with a blank face.

“Wh-who are you?” I ask, panic and fear filling my entire being.

There is such a pin-drop silence in the room that I wonder if I am deaf.

She opens her mouth to reply, but it takes a long, very long time for her to phonate.

“Jeegyaaaassaaaaa,” she whispers…

….and I jerk awake.

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