Last month as I was suffering from terrible pain in my backbone, that didn’t let any movement to my body and I was compelled to visit the famous hospital in the Bern that is St Antony. And I was informed that it is the consequence of the spondylitis and got admitted for a few days.

I lay on the bed in a room, staring at the ceiling idly. Then a nurse walked towards me gave me a receipt.

“Ma'am! Doctor asked you to buy these tablets.”

“And you need to take one after the dinner.”

“What are they for?”

“Painkiller and antibiotic”

“Shall I get it from the pharmacy ma’am?”

“Oh! Sure!” and I gave her some amount of money from my purse.

“Get the bill,” said I as she was going to leave.

“Sure, ma’am”

Then a junior doctor in her white apron who had a messy bun and twinkling eyes seemed very familiar and I startled to gaze at her continually without turning my eyes away from her as she stood at the doorway and straightaway gave an angry look at the nurse.

“Mr. Harry celadon is calling you?”

“Haven’t he told you to meet him” spoke she jabberingly

“Yes I’m leaving ma’am,” said a nurse in disgrace

Soon nurse left without any delay

The junior doctor came in and checked the reports of a patient who occupied my adjacent bed. As she was making a move away from my sight, my tongue didn’t stop me from asking her

“I have seen you previously,” said I amusement.

“Oh! Really, I guess maybe in this hospital”

“I am Tarah zowie specialized in pathology”

“No! Somewhere else”

As I racked my brains to know where I have come across, all of a sudden the name Tarah reminded the news that was talked about last year. So popular in the whole city that hit the front page of the paper. Then I realized that she was related to a murder case that was being probed by cops.

“Ya I saw your photo in the newspaper”

Smiled at me and came close to me and said

“Fine….” Continued at length “those days are like a nightmare”

“What actually has occurred? I have no clarity,” said I “how an innocent like you are been suspected by the cops?”

“That’s a big story “cried she

“No matter what I am provoked to listen”

“I will be much satisfied if you let me know “

“I m quite occupied, can’t spare my time right now,” said she and continued

“Then, please come to my hostel”

“I shall get set to illustrate the entirety”

“Where can I meet you?”

“Down the lane that leads to university, on the left, walk few yards on to your right there is big girls hostel block”

“I will be discharged today,” said I and nodded my head.

“So I shall visit you tomorrow”

“Okay, I’m leaving, “said she and walked away not even giving another glance at me. I couldn’t understand her attitude, in one dimension she is kind, at times appears to be harsh.

The next day, I begin my journey from home and landed myself at the right arena where she addressed as I was much determined to learn the story as I couldn’t comprehend the news that accurately.

I saw three girls at some distance just near the entrance gate, they seemed so busy discussing.

“Hello! Could you guide me to Tarah zowie? If you don’t mind”

“She is in her room on the third floor, which is an immediate left of the staircase. “Said a tall girl who wore blue jeans among them.

I momentarily headed myself to the block and climbed the stairs with great distress, as I placed my left hand on my back, as my spine ached badly and right hand on the railings .in midst of all the distress, the curiosity pulled me to the place and finally I knocked the door, in a while the door was open ‘

“Hi!”Cried She.

“Come in”

And she took me inside; I followed her from behind and sat on the sofa without her insistence that my suffering wiped off all the formalities and laid my legs on the stool in front of me.

“What do you wanna have?” and gazed me seriously at my disrespect.

“A glass of water”

“That is usual,” said she and peered my eyes.

She brought a glass of water and burger in a square saucer and placed gently on the table in front of me. Then her roommate entered the room and unlocked the closet which is present on the right side of the window, opposite to the main door, then I and Tarah looked at her as she clasped a few files in her hand and turnaround towards Tarah.

“Mr. William Smith wants the reports,” said her roommate

“Paula, there are some more in the third rack, “said Tarah.

“Bye, meet you in mess,” said her roommate after picking the rest and left hastily.

She brought a pile of newspaper and gently placed beside me on the sofa.

“These are my memories of the incident”

“You can have a look.” she smiled.

I thought that I have enough of these in my house and almost unwilling to look into. She took one of the paper, and pointed the date and said

“It was this day we were put under custody”

“Oh, is it?” though it didn’t interest me. She took another and placed in my hands and said

“This day he was caught”, I hardly could understand that and I felt that it would sound good if narrates from the beginning. While I was turning the first page of the newspaper heavy heartedly,

“How shall I begin?” she asked in a dilemma. Then there was a sign of relief in me.

“That’s up to you. The way you feel comfortable” said I excitedly and took a bite of the snack.

She narrated me completely, that touched me so deeply that in a month I have resolved to write her story. It remained a remarkable day for me as it always makes me realize that happiness and grief are a part of life and it’s inevitable and the result of facing the obstacles bravely gives us immense happiness. 

And so the story begins…