Summer of '13

Chapter 5

The newspaper article clearly  read :

Librarian found dead.

Meetanjali rae - librarian of The red cross public school was found dead at her residence. An attempt of burglary seems to be the cause of death of the 48 year old.                                                        

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I felt numb at once.........I felt my hands shaking......It gave me shivers.....It was the first time I had experienced the demise of a person whom I personally knew. I tried to pinch myself trying to think that it was a dream but alas! it was not. How could the croaky croak DIE?? Was she so rich that the burglars had to specifically target her house and attack her? and did she have a family?...god!I didn't even know that. 

 In the morning I had cried for Anne frank and at the night I cried for Ms. Meetanjali rae.

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The next day at school we observed mourning for about 2 minutes. As we sat discussing about her I felt that no matter how weird she was...she had a heart.Every person has a heart .Even a criminal.It's only the difference in the way they exhibit it. I felt a little shaken the whole day. She unknowingly made my life better by gifting me Anne frank's diary and now she was gone. Oh god.

It was the geography period. Ms. Geetanjali entered the scene sulkier than ever. She refused to teach us thanks to our behaviour and sat there staring blankly at the wall.Looking sort of disconnected.

"Why does she always have to be this amazing?" My friend Oorja asked with her evergreen sarcasm.

"No Idea" pat came Pratishtha's reply.

"Get idea,3g" Oorja said with her mischievious Selena smile. 

"It's too old now.Hey ...what happened to Vishnupriya? Had she been crying?" Pratishtha poked me on my cheeks.

"Ouch! No I am not crying! just thinking..." I said.

"About that librarian? Vishnu....c'mon..We all feel bad...but there is nothing which can be done.We can't avert her back to life....now c'mon and cheer up" Pratishtha said.

Suddenly Oorja burst into a song- "c'mon c'mon dance with me baby..."

"Otube starts again" Pratishtha grinned. Her boobear eyes widened. "and...."

"Guys isnt it surprising that Meetanjali and Geetanjali rhyme.?" I interrupted Pratishtha.

Oorja stopped singing and Pratishtha stopped grinning.Both stared at me.

"Uh...so the next thing you are gonna say is they are sisters...right vishnu?" Oorja asked,back on her sarcasm.

"It can be true". I said and I was serious.

"Prabhleen and Avleen rhymes...are they sisters? They may come from the same community but not from the same family. Vishnupriya, stop thinking too much." Pratishtha said.

I may have kept my mouth shut but my brain kept working.

That night I logged onto the net and opened my school website. I started checking the teachers  list. After a long list came the name I awaited for.

Ms. Geetanjali Rae.

That's it!....'Pratishtha, they may come from the same community but sharing the same surname and that too the same spelling of an unusual surname is not a coincidence.' I thought.

How come no one knows it? Maybe no one bothered too much about the libararian.98% did not even know her name.

I was determined to know more about her.