Have you ever seen yourself dead? …you know that very moment when your soul is slowly leaving your body.. and all that’s left on earth is well.. you, or at least the physical you – your lifeless body that people are crying over?
I did… right at the time when she said
“Rest in Peace my friend… you need this”
That’s when it all came back to me. I wasn’t supposed to die, my life was snatched away from me. I didn’t deserve it, and I’m coming back to know exactly what happened.
I could be you…. you or even you crying at the corner. No one can hear me now – but all of you will, soon, very soon. Sooner than you all realize.
Back at the plush bungalow by the pristine beach, ovelooking the Butterfly Creek, stood exactly 3.5 healthy living entities – Shawn: the cook, Pascoal: the next-door-sin-affair, Aditi: the best friend and Pluto: the cute pomeranian – who probably had all the answers, only if he could talk.
The word going around was that I ended it all by myself.
Inspector Mark Gracias, the most eligible bachelor of the Goa Police Force, having surveyed the immediate surroundings, took to the nearest sofa, looked towards Shawn and asked:
“May I have a cup of tea”?
Not an ideal time to be drinking tea – I thought. But then this was Mark we’re talking about, and nobody says NO when he asks for tea. He had always said, his brain worked a little better with a hot cup of tea.
Now, how would I know something like that? Interesting that you noticed:
Incase you are confused, it is still me talking. I am talking from the beyond.
<did I hear you ask: How is that possible? Well… this is my story afterall…>
I am Stella – well, atleast I was Stella while I spent my life down on earth, NOW, I don’t quite have an identity. I am around you or might just be YOU.
The thing about situations like these are: it makes people vulnerable even when they know they aren’t responsible for what has happened. Drooping shoulders, bent heads and sombre faces are all what is seen around.
“Make that TWO” – a voice spoke from the main door, bringing along with the aroma of a strong scent of perfume…
“…fruity floral with notes of citrus, rounded out with jasmine, sandalwood, and vanilla”– blurted out Pascoal almost immediately,
taking in the heavy scent that surrounded the woman, who had now entered the room, giving a fleeting glance on the covered-once-upon-a-time Stella (she was just a body now) making herself comfortable on the sofa.
Giving a quick scan across the room, she looked to the dashing Inspector.
“Let me lay all your doubts to rest, Inspector: I know who did it” …. pointing to the covered white sheet on the floor
“…and the rest as they say, is HISTORY”, she continued
“It is interesting that you say it with so much conviction: Mrs…”
“It is Miss. Miss Surabhi”
“Ms. Surabhi, be rest assured – this isn’t an open and shut case as you make it to be. I am here and I WILL find out the TRUTH, to know exactly what happened.
The word “Rest” need not be only associated with relaxtion, slowing down or putting on pause, but it can also be used in an English phrase or an idiom. While the brain works better after giving it adequate rest, for all other other times – a cup of Tea works just as well.
While I’ve had fun brewing up a story out of nothing, trying to use a couple of idioms (of rest) along the way. It is interesting to know that – using phrases like idioms, similies or alliterations, makes the language and the speaker/writer look classy, and in the process if you can weave out a story or two around it – nothing like it.
The completion of the above story is left to the readers imagination. Or maybe simply enlargen it, if it is something you enjoy doing.
- #Fact The Police take a good 25/30 minutes to arrive after a particular scenario arises #India
- Women make even better detective-ghosts than they otherwise do on Earth.
- Perfumes are vital clues in every investigation. Women always leave a trail – even after they’re dead
- My stories should be read with a pinch of salt