Inspector
Roy hated this part of the job. The early grey morning seemed to reflect his
mood as he walked out of the police station and stepped into his jeep.
“Hospital”
he told his driver.
He didn’t
want to look at the newspaper the driver had thoughtfully kept near his seat.
The
newspapers would be full of news of the car crash that happened late in the
night yesterday. Reckless teenagers had rammed into a car killing 55 year old
rich businessman, Mr. Raj Rastogi and seriously injuring his wife Mrs. Ruchi
Rastogi.
Mr. Roy had
just come out from the police station after meeting the suspects. In the
lockup, the teenagers had been defiant. They had been drunk but then they said
that the fault was Mr. Rastogi’s. He had lost control of his car.
“Rich kids,
sir, too much money, no control” sub-inspector Pande had told him.
Anupam Roy
had looked at them, the three boys in their designer denims, tees and branded
watches. Bright minds with bright futures.
He hated
the thought of all it being wiped out in a single instance, a single mistake.
But if they were indeed guilty, they would need to pay the price.
But for
now, he had something more unpleasant to deal with. Even though he hated it, he
wanted personally break the news to the victim’s family. He always did that.
In a few
minutes, Mr. Roy reached the hospital.
Mrs.
Rastogi, the elderly widow was strapped to her hospital bed, looking frail and
helpless and tired.
Anupam felt
infinite pity for the pale face that seemed almost invisible under the mass of
pillows.
But, he had
to do his duty. He had to break the news that would probably break her heart
and numb her mind.
“Mrs.
Rastogi, we are very sorry to inform you that your husband died in the accident
yesterday night,” Anupam said as gently as he could.
Ruchi Rastogi
stared at the inspector. Her body was still racked with pains. Though he was
standing near her, his words seemed to be coming from such a great distance
that she scarcely understood what he was saying.
Sensing her
confusion, Anupam Roy again repeated himself, adding how sorry he was for her
loss.
He was
looking at her kindly. The nurse was standing right next to her, ready to shoo
away the inspector, if he asked her any more questions.
“Can’t you
see she is so weak, poor lady, she has lost so much blood?” the nurse spoke
angrily.
They were
all staring at her, waiting for tears, for loud cries, for protests, for grief.
Ruchi
Rastogi finally understood what they were saying. Images of the last night
flashed in front of her eyes.
She had
seen the young boys driving towards them before Raj had. He had been driving fast
as usual and speaking without a break.
At what
moment had the plan crossed her mind? She was not sure. Was it when he had
started shouting as usual, when he had said he would never forgive their
daughter Sheila for running away from their home and choosing to make her own
career in music, a field so far away and removed from his world of murky
business deals?
“How can
she do this?” he had shouted, “she has to join the family company.”
“It’s your
fault, I don’t have a son. At least then I wouldn’t have to see this day.”
“My
daughter and a singer! How shameful! If she dares to do this, I’ll not only cut
her off without a penny, I’ll destroy her career.”
“I have
enough contacts. She’ll never even get close to dreaming about music.” he had
snarled, his face red with anger.
She had
tried to reason with him.
“It’s her life;
let her choose to live as she does” she had tried saying.
But he had
stopped her mid-sentence as usual. Secretly, she was glad her daughter had the
courage to move away from Raj was and choose to build her own life. All her
life Ruchi had seen the shady deals Raj had cracked and become richer and
richer by the day. She had lacked the courage to run away herself and silently suffered
his barbed comments and angry insults all her life while instilling in her
daughter the courage to dream.
Everyone
had thought, she was lucky, the wife of a rich man. But she had never wanted to
be rich, she had just wanted happiness and she could never be happy with a man
like Raj.
She knew
then that he would never change. He would never let anyone else live their
dreams, never tolerate any other thoughts but his own.
30 years of
control had snapped in an instant at that moment.
The last
few moments were but a blur. She saw the speeding car rushing towards them. She
could hardly remember when she had pushed his hand away from the steering wheel,
when he lost control, the last glimpse of his stunned face when he realized
what she had done. She would always remember that look.
She didn’t
much care for her life anymore, but she just didn’t want him to live. And she
wanted Sheila to finally live.
They felt
she was shocked, too shocked to cry.
“Give her
some rest”, she heard the nurse say to the inspector. The inspector nodded and
said that he would come back to speak with her again later. Everyone was sorry
for her, the poor widow whose husband had died.
She hid the
joy that spread through her heart at the knowledge that she was alone, alive
and free and Sheila could finally live her dreams.
Tomorrow,
she would think of what she would say to the kind inspector. Maybe tomorrow,
even tears would come. Today she just wanted to sleep, free.
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