Sunday, 20 September 2020

MAL02

                           


Friday 2020

Dear diary, as promised, I have withdrawn all the money from my existing savings account. And now in a few minutes, I am going to get rid of them, I will not let them ruin anyone else’s life. I am excited to meet you, today when I complete the task that we assigned for ourselves, I will come to you to lead an eternal life with you. Take care until I reach you.

Bye.

 

“A promise to the diary?” police inspector went blank, after finished reading the last written page in the diary.

Things are getting complicated. The untimely death of a luxurious person, unknown poison, burnt currency, and the existence of a person named after a diary. Police couldn’t find a connection between any of the happened deeds.

The pages in the diary are almost empty, only a few of they are filled.

“Again, it was written on the date 5th of March, six months back,” the inspector spoke out, as he flipped back the papers to March.

 

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5th March

         Dear diary, we nearly reached our target, but I guess it takes five to six months to reach our final number. Hope we reach that soon and I am eagerly waiting to meet you.

         Bye.

 

“It is on the fifth of March. Anything special happened that day? Can you relate to this date?” Rakesh was questioned, who was in deep thoughts.

“No sir, as if I remember, nothing special happened,” Asst.manager is trying to think more about it, “but sir, the only thing I remember is, our company got a huge payment from the United Arab Emirates, which was due for many months. But I don’t think this any way relates.”

“As it is the exact match of date, it may have some connection to this,” police remarked. “According to these two written papers, he writes diary only on major occasions, we need diaries of the past years, to know his full story.”

The search for the diaries began. The cupboards, shelves, lockers, and attic are searched. Only stopped, when they found a rope tied bundle of four diaries in a series of years. Each diary is similar to the present one, most of the papers are empty, only filled on particular dates.

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 25thFebruary 2016

         Dear diary, the company is running very well. We entered into profits this month, I opened a personal savings account as we planned and started depositing a smaller amount, the leftovers of the company expenses. And today when I was returning from the bank, I met the doctor who treated you. He is a good man, not like hospital management. Take care.

         Bye.

The police inspector along with the Asst. of manager started reading the bundle of diaries.

When they finished reading all of them, the inspector rushed out of the apartment, clearing the media from his way jumped into the jeep, U-turned into hospital road.

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Monday 2020

 

“People are waiting for your answer sir,” one of the media people questioned the inspector, who is sitting on a raised platform in the police meeting hall.

“This meeting is all about Vikram, the name of the dead man,” Inspector began his explanation, as he is the one who called for an early morning meeting, just a day after the death. “Firstly, stop spreading this as a murder, don’t panic people. This is not a murder; this is suicide.”

Starting with that, he explained the media about the past 6 years of the life of the real manager, Vikram.

Things were very normal in Vikram’s life until his mother got liver failure. Vikram did his MBA from a renowned college in the city near his town. He took care of his mother, without having a thought of going for a job. When he knew about his mother’s liver failure, he took her to the hospital in the city. The final decision was made by the doctor for a liver transplant. Vikram thought of selling the land which was back in their village, he didn’t know that the money from the land could only pay half of the total hospital bill.

The management of the hospital rejected and denied performing the surgery. Though Vikram tried to get money from different sources, nothing could make it to the total for the surgery. In a helpless situation, he took back his mother home.

He got mentally disturbed when his mother died days later. He hid everything inside, never shared with anyone. When he finally decided to go for a job and earn money, he had only one thought. To earn as much as money that was required for the surgery and burn them all to ashes. He started to talk to his mother through a diary, besides being emotional and retarded, he worked hard for the company establishment, investing left-over money from the land.

Every increment in the savings was told to his mother through a diary, he assumed to be doing everything in aegis of his mother. When he decided that his task is finished, he burnt all the money he saved in his account, which was the profits from the company. Took poison to stay eternal with his maa, above.

Ajay Kumar Battula

Author & Editor

Baccalaureate in Mechanical Engineering Degree. He is the author of yet to be published books, "IN THE BALCONY" and "THE MISSING SATELLITE". Part time Blogger, full time dreamer.

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