Love addiction

Today I was exploring a social networking site and came across some pics of a friend…he is doing his post grads and is all surrounded by fairies…yeah that’s what I call them coz for me they are a fantasy…well he had something in him…whenever he spoke an idea came out…a point of view which was not obvious but real…and smart. He had a passion for his life, his friends…I never thought he would fight for me but he did…grabbed his neck…he would have done it for anybody…I am not special…he is.

I could see zeal in him…anger…strength…to stand up for truth, for unity, for care, for love. Yes he loved her…madly. God knows where she is nowadays. Theirs was a fervid relationship...exhaustively together…cravingly hooked… alcoholised…superimposed. She was his blood…and he was her oxygen. He was harshly handsome and she was deathly gorgeous…he was life and she was lethal…but a darling pair…loved by all. But destiny was jealous enough to conspire against. She became a journalist and started her training in final semester. He met with an accident. Could not appear for the exams and lost one year. She moved on with her career and got relocated from the city to Goa. Initially it seemed to be impossible for her to stay away from him. But as days passed she got acquainted to his absence. While he was still barely able to walk made an attempt to meet her without letting anybody know. She was elated being in his arms again. They spent the most beautiful seven days ever at the most lonely and secret yet exotic places of Goa.

While returning back he met a guy on the train. They became good friends and when asked he told him the purpose of his visit in such a crippled condition. Then getting carried away by the thought he showed him her snaps…which shook him head to toe…the train raced on the tracks as the sun drowned in the darkness.

On the next station he got down. Took a taxi and went back. He stayed at a friend’s place and started spying on her. Daily she would come out of her house, take a cab and go to a bus stop that was 15 km from her place and wait there for an ambulance. She would get into it and on the way she would change her attire to that of a nun. She would get down on a church get inside it from the backside entry and never come out. Then again next morning she would come out of her house and follow the same route to the church. One day he disguised himself as Muslim lady and followed her inside the church but was caught by the Father who took him to the assembly hall and made him stand in the crowd for praise and worship. He could only get a glimpse of her while she was entering a door.

His friend knew a Christian girl so he persuaded her to follow her beyond that door. When she went there and did not come out for 6 hrs they got worried. They were just about to let loose the patience and start inquiring about her when the phone rang. She called them at a graveyard 1 km away. She was traumatized as death had touched her. After a while she started speaking. Beyond that door she saw darkness so deep that it was hypnotizing. There was some strange smoke which made her dizzy. She could not remember all but what she saw was that there is a hall illuminated with bright glowing candles and infinite cries of help when all of a sudden she hears a heavy but divine voice saying “welcome my child…let me show you the path towards your destiny.” Then all she remembered was getting bitten by a rat which woke her up beside a grave where she was lying unconscious.

He became more worried and restless and one day grabbed her while she was about to enter the ambulance. She was shocked by his presence…so unlikely though. But she behaved as though she was caught red handed. He tried to ask her the truth beyond all anxiety but she retaliated. On forcing hard she took him inside the ambulance. There as she was getting dressed he was charmed by her untouched flaming skin which used to be his drug but somehow managed to focus on her story. She took him inside the door…it was dark but she knew exactly where the nozzle was which could stop the LSD smoke which causes hallucination and amnesia and even unconsciousness if inhaled in large quantity. That channel took them into a gargantuan cave in the basement with innumerous candles and infinite number of beds with patients mostly teenagers lying and craving for drugs. Much to his relief it was a rehabilitation centre. Father explains the rest that all these children are from the slums of the state who get into this evil addiction because of their poverty. Moreover the hospitals provide them surrogate treatment which saves them from illegal drugs but make them slave to legal drugs thus making handsome money. So they started this rehabilitation center which has now more than a hundred fifty volunteers and has been kept secret ever since its birth where they provide the actual treatment required. The men and nuns come from different professions and work for the church voluntarily. Some of them are even prostitutes. He looks at her but Father explains that she was the one who came up with this idea. One of her friends was sent to a government rehabilitation center where she used to pay regular visits and one day overheard the doctors discussing about the strength of dose to be given, their nefarious design. She decided to elope her friend from there with the help of some friends and managed to bring her to this church. Taking cover of that incident she declared herself missing in the news and media and has been hiding and disguising ever since. She had given up everything even her own identity for the noble cause because she feared that the authorities would intensely interfere once they came to know about it. Most of the patients reach this place through trusted associates...the benign mafia network. The staff used different modes of transport, none public, to get to the church which they rotated every week among themselves.

Now she has decided to be a nun for life and devote herself for philanthropy. He returned to the real mean world saluting his wife’s surrender…yes his wife as they got married that very moment in that same church but decided to remain a bachelor and nun officially for life.

He got into a post graduation college and is looking forward to professionally settle in Goa though they can never touch each other…but can fight for the same cause.