Saturday, November 16, 2024

Who killed my sister? November 2012

 

Didi killed herself, but why? I have been plagued with this question my entire life. The events of that day continue to resurface for me even after 26 years. Vaishali Didi traveled to Bangalore on October 9. It was her official travel, she claimed. I was sitting in the park with friends in the evening when she got back from Bangalore. I asked my younger sister, Naina, if she had come when I got home. Yes, she had arrived and purchased an iPod for you. When I entered Vaishali Didi's room, I noticed that her clothes, books, beauty kit, camera, and small notebook were all spread out on the bed. She kept this diary with her at all times, and she kept it very private. This journal had not been seen by anyone. I had occasionally glanced at the diary. There were few words, few numbers, and doodles. I often tried to ask, but she would never really answer. She once told me that someone's life is chronicled in this diary. Since each page represents a day, the entire journal represents the person's entire life. Then she remarked, "This is for you," and gave me an iPod. I was overjoyed. I hugged her without realizing it would be our final one. I overheard my parents discussing preparations for Vaishali Didi's wedding later, before supper. I became concerned since I knew Didi had no desire to get married. I went inside. She did not answer the door when I knocked. The door stood open. As soon as I walked into the room, I became terrified. Didi was on the bed, and she was lying in a rather odd posture. Her long hair fell to the floor. I said softly, "Didi, Didi, are you sleeping?" She did not answer."Haan, Geetu!" Didi exclaimed as I patted her shoulder. "Are you sleeping, di?" "No, no," she said and stood up. She had an unfamiliar face. I noticed she was carrying a white Mala as soon as I turned on the light. I believed her to be meditating. She denied that she was meditating when I inquired. I stroked the mala as she left the room to get some water. It appeared to be a weird Mala because of its shape.

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