A Heartfelt Note 🤍

The Note (4)

Ohh no! This 14 June, not again! The time I'm writing this is the same as last year when I heard about you.

Last year, this time, I was having severe mental attacks after the news circulated all over. I didn't know what to do and what to not, I was just sitting numb, not knowing what to do next. My heart was aching heavily, it was feeling like I am stabbed with a knife a hundred times right into my heart. The pain was irrevocable. It was final, but still there was a little hope of you returning back, inside every person who was stunned by the news and couldn't believe it. I was one of them too. Neither I nor my friends believed it to be true, we were just giving each other, hopes of your return. But that thing didn't work, neither it gave us a little of assurance that you will be back, back because you're not gone anywhere. You're here, right here, living, physically alive and if it is so, then why is there not a possibility that you would return. We couldn't understand what to react, what to say. Adding onto that, I couldn't share my feelings with anyone in my family because I knew they won't ever understand. The peeps in my home don't understand my emotions and love towards you, they look at it as something strange or similar to a sin. That's the reason I was dying alone in pain at that night. Firstly, I didn't believe something like this has actually and already happened and secondly whenever I thought about it emotionally I would end up crying everytime very badly. The following whole week including that evil Sunday of 14 June 2020 was a very tough time to pass. It was a devastated one, deadly horrifying, connecting each of my thoughts with you every single second. A very painful time it seemed. It was painful in reality cause none of the things could restore my lost faith. Only if I had some faith left in me, I would have survived. There's a saying too, which states, "A man can survive 14 days without food, 7 days without water but can't live even one second without faith." I don't know if I'm absolutely correct with the time durations because I don't remember the whole of it, it's just I remember some glimpses of it and thus I framed a little bit of it relying on the rest. There's a lot to say and actually nothing. It's been one complete year, still there seems no sign of relief. The grieve we all experienced then, experiencing now, is the same. Nothing has changed, everything's the same. Neither the justice got served nor the people involved in this got any punishment for what they did. They took your whole damn life, the life of an angel in human form. The time got passed but situations remained the same. No change at all, nothing progressive happened. CBI couldn't do anything even after a whole damn year, considering the date when your case was handled to them so according to that still it's been 10 months already! Are they waiting for the 12 months to be completed and then they will give some update or take some action ? I've lost faith in them and feel that after taking their own sweet time, they too will declare it a SUICIDE, which it actually is not. It's a MURDER, a murder of talent, a murder of dreams, a murder of ambitions, and what not. A murder of the inspiration of millions. God won't ever forgive you for what you did, you sinners. God will never ever forgive you, remember that!

To be continued......................