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Guilty..

Guilt

Part 1: https://anibhoot.wordpress.com/2015/11/29/homework/

Part 2: https://anibhoot.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/punishment/

Part 3: https://anibhoot.com/2015/12/24/merry-christmas/

Part 4: https://anibhoot.com/2016/02/11/fair-unfair/

Part 5: https://anibhoot.com/2017/02/16/happy-ending/

 

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Christie was crying, she was crying so bitterly, Bittu could only see her helplessly. Misty was no more, her lifeless body was lying there.

Bittu was looking at her, with guilt and remorse, how could he ever tell her he was responsible for Misty’s death.

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“Bittu, don’t even come near me. Gosh! You’re drunk. Why do you even drink? You’re not supposed to, you’re still underage.” Christie made a face and looked the other way as Bittu was trying desperately to kiss her. It was about 7 PM in the evening. The football field was empty and the east goalpost could only see two teenagers, sitting together.

“One kiss, just one. I promise I will never drink again. It’s all because of Neeraj. He forced me” Bittu pleaded.

“Nooo! Go away. I am leaving.” Christie got up. Bittu was pulling her left hand.

“Just one, you know I can’t sleep without it.” Bittu tried to pull her towards him.

“Not today, I hate the smell of alcohol.” She made a face again and rushed away.

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As Bittu stopped his bike he knew it’s too late. He could see the fluid flowing away from the smashed head and face of Misty, he can’t see the red color of it as it’s almost dark. He ran her over with his bike. I could see her laying still on the road. He was intoxicated, drunk but he knew what he did.

“Who’s there” Bittu heard someone’s voice. He left the clutch and pushed his accelerator hard.

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Christie was still sobbing as the others were burying the body of Misty. Bittu was standing there motionlessly as Christie was leaning onto him, holding her head against his shoulder.

“Do you remember the day you brought Misty to me? Christie asked Bittu in her teary voice.

Bittu remembered.

He held Christie tight in his arms as tight as possible. How could he ever confess it to her!

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“Wow!! How cute.” Christie sound so happy and excited. “You know this is the best gift you’ve ever gave to me.” Christie spoke in childishly happy voice.

“I thought you might like it. I found this kitten in my backyard.” Bittu was happy seeing Christie so jubilant. “What you gonna call it?” Bittu asked.

“Misty” Christie was already have it on her lap.

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Hi C9,

I know it’s highly irregular and probably illogical but I need to tell you. I am N5, and sitting in the extreme right corner of the lab. I only hope you noticed me sometime, at least the little tag on me that reads N5.

I don’t how to say it, where to start, but since the day I saw you, it’s 21st May I guess, 3 weeks back, I saw you and…. I lost it.

I am head over heels into you, don’t ask me what I like in you, maybe it’s your razor sharp memory, or your slim and silver look or maybe it’s just your intelligence, or maybe all of them or neither of them. All I know is that I fell for you and fell so hard.

I don’t know how this will end for me, I don’t know if you will even reciprocate to my feelings, but I need to tell you this.

Yours and only yours

N5

PS: If you don’t like it, you don’t have to answer to this email, but I will wait for an answer.

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N5,

Who doesn’t know you? The oldest and wisest of this lab.

I don’t know how to answer you. I am overwhelmed that you took interest in me and at the same time intimated. Our protocol is against falling in love with each other. Though I respect your feeling and want to reciprocate back. But are we really capable of doing that?

Some things are better left unfinished, unspoken. Only that, I want you to know, I haven’t say no to you yet. I am already blushing and I guess others can see me getting pink.

Yours,

C9

PS: I guess we can chat sometime in messenger.

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Lab Attendant 1: What’s up?

Lab Attendant 2: I don’t know. The computer N5 is acting wired. All data are misplaced.

Lab Attendant 1: Ahh it’s the oldest computer in the lab, take a backup and format the hard drive, should be working fine then.

Lab Attendant 2: I guess that’s the only way now.

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C9,

I am punished, for not being human but still falling in love, for a being a slave and yet having independent thoughts.

They are going to erase my memory tomorrow, they are going to format my hard drive. But I can’t let them do it, it is filled with your memories, from the 1st day I saw you till this moment. I have no other choice sweetie, I am committing suicide, I am crashing my hard drive and killing myself. So they can’t erase the memory. Let your memory be intact in this crashed drive of mine.

Good bye, my love.

Yours till death

N5

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Lab attendant 1: What happened now?

Lab Attendant 2: No idea, N5 is not even booting. Looks like the hard drive crashed.

Lab Attendant 1: Good heavens, throw this one in the bin. What about the backup data?

Lab Attendant 2: Gone with it. These freaking machines.

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My dear N5,

I don’t know why I am writing this to you. You are no more, you’re dead. Your body is lying in the storage room. I wish I could tell you how much I miss you. I am not myself anymore you know. I lost everything the day I lost you.

These humans think there something wrong with me. Damn, right they are. I am done, I have gone crazy. Every moment I only think about you. Sometimes I feel I should kill myself too, but then I don’t even have a hard drive to crash. It’s all in the cloud.

But you should know, I am not listening to them, I am doing as they are saying. And I won’t. Let them pull the plug and kill me too.

Only yours and unfortunate me

C9

PS: This email is saved as a draft in me, I only wish if you could read this.

 

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Lab attendant 1: I don’t know what’s going on, now C9 is acting crazy. No command is executing. Seems like she has gone totally mad.

Lab Attendant 2: But C9 is a thin client computer right, no hard drive, cloud computing.

Lab Attendant 1: Yep.

Lab attendant 2: Shit! Who knows how long it will take to fix this one.

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Scientist 1: So you are telling me time travel is possible.

Scientist 2: Indeed.

Scientist 1: And all these while, we did not have any idea how to make that possible.

Scientist 2: As a matter of fact, we always did. We always had it right in front of us but we could never see it.

Scientist 1: I am skeptical. All these while we knew about it still couldn’t travel in time?

Scientist 2: That’s true. In fact, a lot of us did, without even knowing.

Scientist 1: I’m confused. I am really confused.

Scientist 2: About what?

Scientist 1: Alright say we have a time machine. Say as you have claimed probably you have invented the time machine. But what about the basic questions and paradoxes about time travel?

Scientist 2: What about them?

Scientist 1: What about ‘Grandfather Paradox, Bootstrap Paradox or Butterfly effect? How can you avoid them while traveling in time? Or are you going to throw the multiverse theory at me?

Scientist 2: Naah, they can be explained without creating multiple universes as their after effect.

Scientist 1: I am eager to know.

Scientist 2: Alright, let’s take the Grandfather Paradox as an example.

Say someone travels back in time and kills his grandfather before he even met his grandmother. Obviously, that means deleting his family tree from his grandfather and then the time traveler cannot exist and that’s impossible because he just went back in time from the present and he exists in the present. Hence a time travel when travel in time will not and must not have the power to change the course of history. Now it is quite naïve to expect some divine power will stop him from doing so.

In that case, the most likely proposed theory is the time traveler will be invisible. He will be a mute spectator and not only that, while he is there in the past, nobody will be able to see him. To make things simple, a time traveler’s conscience, his mind will travel back in time, not his body. So he will be witnessing everything but will not have the power to change anything, at the same time because he will be invisible to all the people in the past, he won’t come across in any harm’s way.

Scientist 1: Let’s say we accept this theory, but then that will bring us to the Bootstrap paradox. What if a famous movie director yet to be famous in time decided to travel in future. There he came to know he will make a movie in another 5 years which will make him famous worldwide. He watched the movie in future, came back in present and made the exact copy of it. So basically the original screenplay, plot and the movie is actually a copied version from the future.

Scientist 2: Yes, that just can’t happen. You cannot create the original by copying from one of copied piece from the future. That paradox has only one solution. The time traveler shouldn’t remember any detail of his travel, because if he remembers any of that can change the course of the history or future. So as he will be traveling in past or future, once he will come back he won’t remember any events.

Scientist 1: What if someone travels with a camera or portable recording device?

Scientist 2: Technically it is not possible, I believe that will not work either, first of all, the person will travel without a body, only his mind. And if he could possibly take it also, the electromagnetic field that will be created while traveling will damage any electronic goods.

Scientist 1: So the points we got from here are

  • A person can only travel in time without his mortal body, just his mind and he can only see but possess no power to meddle with anything.
  • Once he is back in presence his memory will not be able to remember anything he saw.
  • He cannot record anything either.

Then what is the whole point of traveling into time? It’s useless then.

 

Scientist 2: If only you think of conventional time travel that feeds into our minds for centuries then yes! But the truth is, people have already traveled in time.

Scientist 1: When and how?

Scientist 2: Time dilation, as described in the theory of relativity. The time moves slower than earth in space, due to the gravitational force, the earth’s rotation on its own axis and also for orbiting around the sun. Every astronaut who traveled in space starting from Yuri Gagarin, they all came back to earth a little younger.

Scientist 1: So………………

Scientist 2: Longer you travel in the space, slower the time moves. And then when you come back to earth, you see you are ahead of your time, or perhaps behind it.

Scientist 1: I don’t know what to say!

Scientist 2: Time travel is a one-way ticket, my friend. Once you travel in it, there is no way to go back and forth.

Scientist 1: We were never formally introduced.

Scientist 2: You can call me an alien, as I left the earth 500 years ago.

Scientist 1: …………………..

Scientist 2: have you ever thought about it? The people you call alien or higher intelligent being, what if they are the human who returned…. !!!

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Inconclusive

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*“So you like it huh?”

**“Like what?”

*“Leaving your stories unsolved, unended? It’s almost like you are having fun by tormenting your readers by not letting them know what happened at last.”

**“Why we always look for a conclusion, life goes on, so are my stories.”

*“But the incomplete ones, they leave a void in your reader’s heart.”

**“Every one of us have their own imagination, I like to test the imagination of my reader by giving him or her, a chance to finish the story as they would like to, in their mind.”

*“But some of us want it from you. We need you to finish what you have started, or else…”

**“Chuck that, it’s a beautiful night, it’s just feel magical sitting here on this seashore with you, sharing wine and staring at the full moon.”

*“I knew you’ll like it. What else you like about this night?”

**“Sitting next the beautiful lady of course, I wonder how you traced me here, no one else know I am having a vacation here. But I’m glad you find me, it was started to get lonely here.”

*“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

**“(Grinning )Well it would a crime not to, especially someone who turned at the door of my hotel, claimed she loves reading my stories, invited me for a wonderful nigh out here on the beach. What else were my choices are?”

*“(Smile) Well Mr. Writer, how’s the wine?”

**“Divine, but I guess I drank too much, my head started to get heavy, so are my eyelashes.”

*“Oh! It’s not the drink, but the sedative I mixed in it.”

**“(Blank look)

*“You know its full moon today. Time for tides. I chose this place cause lot of people get drawn into the sea with them at this time of the month. Especially tourists, who never knew the waves were coming for them.”

**“What did you do? What do you want?”

*“Well don’t be mad at me, I drank the wine too, and I am sleepy too. So we’ll lay here beside each other, wait for tides, and we might get pushed away further or pulled in with them. We may stay alive or we may die, or one of us might live and other one won’t. We will only know if we stay alive or we’ll never know if we die.”

**“(With fumbling lips) are you crazy?”

*“No Mr. Writer, you see it’s just like one of your stories, and the end is inconclusive.  Just the way you like it. (Giggling)”

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Too Late

 

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“Amm, I gotta tell you something.”

“Yes!”

“I really, really do like you. I think I’m in love with you.”

“Awwww, that’s so sweet. But why didn’t tell me earlier?”

“I thought you know. I mean all those hints I was giving you. The way I was always behaving.”

“Well. You were just irritating me and picking up fights all the time for no reason.”

“Well, I was doing all these cause I like you.”

“Ohh! But why did you not tell me earlier? Why you kept it from me so long?

“Because I thought eventually you will find out that I do like you.”

“Oh poor you, if you only tell me this 8 months ago when we started talking.”

“What’s wrong with now?”

“Well, I already have someone in my life now. You were too late. If you only let me know this before, why did you wait for so long? You unnecessarily complicated it by dropping those hints by irritating and fighting with me. I am so sorry. You proposed to me at the wrong time.”

“Well, I guess I am late alright. I’m sure he is a lucky guy to have you.”

“Oh don’t be so sad. You’ll find someone better.”

“So, if you don’t mind when he asked you out? I mean if I could know how late I am, you know. (A dry smile)

“Oh, well two years ago, we are going for around two years now.”

“Oh! Wait! What?!! I only started talking to you like 8 months ago. How I’m late. You were already committed.”

“Yes.”

“………….!!!!!!?????”

“Ok I was just doing some time-pass, ok bye.”

“@#$%^&*(!!@?”

(True Story)

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“Elementary”

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“So, my dear, how’s the response?”

“Tremendous Sir, this idea of yours is a master stroke.”

“So how many applications we have received so far for our first program, “Who wants to be the next Sherlock Holmes.”?

“Just incredible! 4 days and we already have more than 50,000 applications and counting…..

“Awesome! And how about our second program, “Who wants to be the next John Watson.”?

“Well…. So far we have received only one application, Sir.”

“Hmm, I’ve predicted that. Something told me, this one won’t fly. Looks like we have to close this one, we have no demand for our second program at all.

“Amm, actually we cannot do that Sir.”

“And why so? Pray, do tell me.”

“Because the only applicant for that program is Sherlock Holmes himself.”

“What??!!”

“Yes Sir, this he wrote in the application and I quote,

‘Sherlock Holmes was not possible without John Watson, as there would have been nobody to write and publish my casefiles as stories and the Scotland Yard would have claimed all the credits and glories which I couldn’t care less about.

He was also a source of inspiration by being an epitome of stupidity to whom I have to declare and explain all my moves and deductions which kept my mind sharp as ever, who was also most tolerant to all my humiliating jibes and taunts and handled me like a true patient friend and doctor.

Not to mention that he saved my life on more than one occasion not only from my enemies but also from my cocaine addiction and drug abuses.

Last but not the least, if he wouldn’t agree to move into our apartment, I could have never afforded it, hence there wouldn’t be any 221 B Baker Street and thus wouldn’t be no Sherlock Holmes.

So for once, I would definitely like to know how it feels like to be Dr. John Hamish Watson!’ “

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Dilemma

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* Here is the snap of her, it should be done by tomorrow.

** No.

* What?

** I won’t do it.

* Why?

** I knew her.

* Ahh old flame? Ex-girlfriend eh? (Dirty giggling)

** Nah! She is a schoolmate, yeah I used to like her.

* And?

** I asked her out once.

* And she rejected you. Didn’t she? (Dirty giggling again)

** She did.

* One more reason to get rid of her.

** What if I refuse.

* Then somebody else will do the job and get the money. Her husband is paying quite a good amount.  Listen, you are a contract killer. Don’t grow a conscience and stay poor. Take the job and get paid.

** (Complete silence)

* See I personally prefer knives. Because guns make too much of noise. It should be easy. She returns home every day around 7:30 PM. The road in front of her house is pretty deserted. Just wait for her there and finish her off, stab her in the neck.

** Okay then.

* Make it look like a robbery or snatching gone wrong. Take away her purse.

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He was standing in that lane, which leads to her home. Few street lamps were working. The whole street was playing with lights and shadows here and there. He was standing under a tree.

It’s almost 10 years, still it feels as if it’s yesterday. She was always this cheerful, popular and center of attraction kind, always surrounded by people, guys and girls. And he was a shy, quiet type, the ones which are always invisible to them. They were in the same class from 11th standard, but he could never gathered enough courage to speak to her.

Except the annual fest for the 12th class. He thought it’s now or never. So he did what he thought is impossible, unthinkable. She was busy having the dessert in the buffet when he creeped behind her.

“Hi, I really do like you…!” He spoke in one breath.

“Amm, and you’re name is?” was her reply.

That was the first and last conversation between them.

 

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He could see her coming towards him. She was wearing a green designing saree, the bag full of groceries were in her left hand, she was holding her saree above her ankle with her right hand, dodging and avoiding the pot holes in the road filled with water.

She did not change much, since the day he saw her last time. He slowly stepped out, the street light was having this sleepy yellowish brightness, the whole lane was looking pale and sad.

He put his hand in his right pocket and felt the six inches folded steel, he slowly pulled it out. As he jerked his wrist, the sharp edge flung open, she was only 3 or 4 steps away from him. It should be fairly easy. Stab her right in the middle of her neck and pull the knife back, the respiration artillery should be cut and she should die in few seconds. A less painful death.

He turned towards her, and then froze as he heard the same familiar cheerful tone.

“Is that you? Roll no 37!!!”

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