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I Hate the Bad Room That Rain Issue 1 - Confessions “I’m stuck here forever. The bad room is just how I remembered it to be.” for her. However, today was different, she was out earlier that usual and she wasn’t crying from all over her body. It was a good thing that mommy didn’t cry today. I am so happy for her. It was still a bit strange as it it was our routine, she would come out with tears all over her body and I would try to cheer her up and make her happy and she’d try to get rid of me, but I didn’t mind that, I love her and if she doesn’t want me to see cry then that’s totally fine, as long as she continues loving me, but the situation turned even stranger. She called me towards her. So strange! She never lets me near her after she goes into the bad room. She gently picked me up and cuddled me. I love cuddles and kisses and long walks and food. Oh no! Shes taking me inside the bad room. I need to get away! And that too quickly! I squirm and try to free myself from her grasp, but she has held me very tightly. No! I cried out to her and almost freed myself but it was too late. I was already in the bad room. No! Don’t close the door! How do I get out now? Crap! I’m stuck here forever. The bad room is just how I remembered it to be. Bad! Uh oh! Mommy is putting me into the big bowl of tears! No! I don’t want to go there. Please Mommy stop, I’ll be a good boy I promise! I don’t even bite anymore! I swear! But Mommy didn’t listen to me. I have a confession, I don’t like rains or getting wet by that huge bowl of tears! Why can’t you hoomans understand that? Ruff ruff. PAGE 8 www.inkdrift.com
Issue 1 - Confessions They Feared They Feared Shilpa Mazumdar She woke up with a shudder. She could still hear a loud music being played outside her room mixed with voices of girls and boys singing to the tunes of a song, in a distorted manner. They seem to be drunk. They might be celebrating somebody’s birthday. She felt an intense urge to go out and get some fresh air. She wished if she could take some deep breaths to soothe her inner self. She was frightened and weary. She took out her laptop and hoped to continue her work on the ongoing project where she is appointed as an intern. The last thing that she remembers about it is, that it all started two weeks ago, on a hazy Saturday morning. It had been a couple of weeks since they were here. There were ten of them. They had been selected from all over the country to work on a project on water sharing over international boundaries. She shared the same floor with Tanya and they were the only girls on that floor. They did not know all of them. They were familiar only with two boys. Abhishek being one of them was a nice lad. He helped them in getting a hang of the important nearby places. He often took them out to buy groceries and helped them with other chores. The other friend, Mayank left three days before Saturday. Mayank was a chap who talked less, so he was not missed much. They were enjoying the campus, tourist spots, hangout places and of course the food, life at the new work was good with everything in place. She was in a deep sleep that Saturday morning when she was awakened by the loud knocks on her door. Her video chat was still active with Nikhil since she fell asleep in the middle of it. She cut the call and typed a message, “I Miss you.” To her it seemed that there is nobody but the cleaners. It had been a week they had not turned up for room cleaning. She opened the door and was shocked to see barefooted Tanya with untidy hair, moist eyes and a petrified look on her face. “Sakshi, someone came inside.” And then Tanya started sobbing. She was clueless. She checked her phone. It was 5.25 in the morning. Pretty early for Tanya to wake up for work. “What’s the matter, Tanya? Tell me. Had a bad dream? Why are you barefooted? Drink some water. Come inside.” “Sakshi, he came inside. He tried to lift my top. Believe me. I just want to leave”, Tanya spoke in a terrified voice “I screamed. But he ran away and took the stairs. I could not follow him. I don’t want to stay here.” PAGE 9 www.inkdrift.com
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