“Yes I visit a spiritualist”, Sandhya answered the police inspector Sharma, “he is our family guru.”
Despite her outward assertiveness, Sandhya was nerveous. She was not sure how much the police man already knew? What if the police inspector twisted her statements and implicated her in the death of Shyam? Sandhya remembered fondly good times she had with Shyam. Every time she was in Shyam’s company, her heart danced in joy. World would appear bright and sunny.
“You took Shyam also to visit the spiritualist,” the inspector’s question broke her chain of thoughts, “ you exposed Shyam to cannabis?”
Yes Sandhya did take Shyam to meet guru ji who had discouraged her association with Shyam. “He is not right for you beti,” guru ji had adviced, “move away from him” Even after meeting Shyam face to face, guru ji did not change his mind. Sandhya took long to get over Shyam. Today, she is in a relation with Sailen. Most certainly, she could not be held responsible for smoking habit of Shyam.
“I don’t know officer what you are implying,” Sandhya answered breaking her silence, “instead of shooting in the dark, why don’t you find out how many timesShyam visited guru ji and why?”
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Read : Cornered
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