It’s Pouring

The TV was on, but my mind wasn’t at it, it was busy thinking of my sister. It was already 9 p.m. and she was not yet back. Her phone appeared to be switched off, which wasn’t unusual given the monsoon. Every minute was making me more restless. Just then, the door door bell rang.
The swashing sound of the downpour got prominent as I opened the door, bringing the cool breeze in. Ritu scurried inside, drenched. Something made me stir. She had blood on her face, her eyes were red. I was shocked.
“Where’s Neha ?”, I inquired. “Didi, we met an accident, you need to come with me” she blubbered in shaky voice. I was dumbstruck. It took a few seconds to realize what she said. I swamped in chair.
“Let’s go. Have you informed your parents ?”
“No. Now we need to go to Neha. You inform them later”.
“Stay here, I’ll get my scooty” I realised my voice was quivering and so was my body.
“No…” she quietened. I glared at her. “We had taken the scooty.” I was so furious that I might have hit her but I was too weak. I might have collapsed.
“Yes, it must be you. I have always warned her to stay away from you. But you have jinxed her. I hope she is ok. If anything happens to her I will not forgive you. Now tell me where is she ?” I ran over her ragingly as I questioned her. She stepped back terror-struck.
“On the highway…” she muttered in broken words.
“Driving scooter on Highway?” Enraged, I pulled her towards the road. We walked in the rain. Thankfully it was not more than 10 minutes and we reached fast.
I saw her lying in a puddle. The Scooty was bashed on the rocky wall and Neha was at a distance from the scooty. I ran towards her at once I saw her, falling on my kneels. I placed her head on my my lap, her left body smeared in blood.
“I am sorry aunty”, Ritu’s timid voice said.
“Get out of here…Please…Leave us”, I uttered with choking voice.
“I am sorry. I love her. Please tell her that”.
I pressed 102 and called the ambulance. Rage was taken over by fear and I started praying loudly. Asking for life of my sister in return of anything. God will help, He would never harm an innocent life, I was sure. Then I saw something, I carefully placed Neha down and walked behind the scooty. A body was lying there, it was of Ritu.
Ritu ? I was confused. I checked pulse, there was none. She is dead ? Her last words rang in my ears, I love her. Tell her that. I was dumbstruck. Ritu came to me to save her friend to give her last message. Past five minutes were flashing before my eyes, the blood, the shiver, the sob, the confession, the love, it made me dizzy and numb. The sounds of ambulance siren could be heard. I turned. They had taken the two inside. I climbed in. I kept looking out at the road from the back screen as we drove away. In the flooded yellow lights, in the hazy rain, a figure could be seen watching us leave… perhaps praying, perhaps calling.
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