Unanswered

They were more than 15 people and she was alone ,in pain and deep chaos .They as asked Ms. Menon so was it love .She did not quiver ,she burned like the wick of a lamp ,in rain and storm. All she remembered was face of her God ,her Krishna ,her eternal friend ,who else can save her from being dissected and disgraced. Something in her soul broke.

Ms. Menon was it love between you are Henry Mccoy that you never bothered of a star career ,your dedication ,hard work and not even your position your standards and your family ruining everything for you She said yes . It was a cold ice like yes..it reverberated in that room.

She was in charge of the units .She did was the best they all agreed. When she started her work at Dr. Galts mansion a forensic facility she brought the air of warmth and love with her .She did care for the people in there .Every thing around heart throbbed with the same vibration. She shared her inner light to cure the wounded at heart and shattered in soul.

She tried to fill the somber life of inmates with colors. She became the voice of the voiceless. 

But the question she faced was on this special relationship which she had no possible explanation.

She knew she had lost her career in that foreign land making her life doomed from a place of honor and respect She was the sunshine the girl with the golden heart .But now she is a mistake...a horrible error.

Ms. Menon...the sound of people banged on her deaf ear .She did not know what her husband was going through nor her friend nor her child It must be the hell ..

She did not bring them this far for any of this .Henry Mccoy is where on earth she did not know she never said a word on him....she remembered Andrea her best friend at that place say ..don't look in to his eyes you are going to get destroyed. What was in them ocean ..whirl pools in the ocean which would drag one in to its depths .She felt all choked up and stuck ,bewildered and a wonder kid ...at that persona.

She was a fighter a survivor but never a traitor or liar. She did not fear any one .Every one in that place loved her, the writer the organization the dancer ..but was she falling in to her own demons Was Dr Galts mansion haunted that got her nerves .She worked there hours with no complaints...

Ms. Menon..do you have anything more to say before we conclude you are not sound in mind and you need to prove it you are perfectly okay by entering treatment program to get back your career....

She felt she trauma in her cracking open healed and unhealed wounds. She was not crying ,her eyes were dry ,but heart bled fervently

.She had fought the system inch by inch yet when it comes to Henry Mccoy ,she lost the battle ,she could not mock it Infront of them allowing them to judge .If it was wrong then it was her ,if it was love she remember his heartbeats .

She had sat opposite to him at the Mexican restaurant ,listening to his stories. She was a a confident to many .Every one trusted her and she was worthy too. But where was those quite conversations...getting her .He was not just a face to her...

She always used herself as the best tool to help .She had the fire and passion to heal .But here there is a story and she was in it ..her efforts of years were thwarted 

She had tried to take away her own life ..but she failed making her feel even death despised her .

She wanted to remember the first fall when she came to that place ,the orange leaves ,the dark canopy of trees .Her favorite hang outs through the ancient city .She cherished memories of the winter and her first snow ,how she played with her people there and got home sick .The pink blossoms which made her look ardent and beautiful. 

She was desiring and many adored her .But her knowledge and science were marvelous and it did magic .

She made bunch of enemies when ever she stood for the right .They were expecting her fall .She never thought ..her own mind could trample with senses and make a web of situations around her 

Ms. …Menon...she interrupted Dr Khan years after this scars has caused her another breakdown and she was hospitalized ,she became the art which she came to depict and she said 

Love ,yes it was love ,a kind of pure sensation one human being felt for another ,who is the prey or who is predator, who is wrong who right ,I don't know …It was earth water air ether and fire …It just was time , a particular time in that particular space .

She was different unique but never a bad person. She did not blame any one .She just lost her kingdom her profound being ,her existence, her large array of friends .Medications Made up her days and night.

Ms Menon …the questions still kill her sleep ,howling like northern winds ,she would stare in to the darkness and remember she was light and love .Unconditional ever giving ….but she had no answers ..Henry Mccoy was a page she wrote in life's book. It was not regret or guilt that filled in those ink..it was just a flow ..from the first monsoon she met him ...it was folded back in to forgotten …and forgiven parts.

She did not try to prove her fitness. She was hurt and it left her crippled mentally and emotionally. She was their unanswered question, they presumed much ,spread blasphemy but she …fought it with her silence .She was her answer !!