THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 9

Next morning she stood near the window gazing upon the ferns and mosses that swayed back and forth by blustery wind. Her ears filled by the windy sirens that battled the ossicles of her ears. The sky was icy grey by the prolonged dullness. Birds fluttered past the window frivolously and settled on the branches of the rattling leaves. It will probably rain,she thought. She didn't like the rainvfor it was the best way for her sad buried memories to rush her mind. Then she took her usual step in making coffee and heating sandwiches. Carla's thoughts always lingered about her parents room. She was intrigued to pay another visit and check out the lockers for she might find something buried in those blind years.

She opened the doorwhich was half locked. She felt the coldness to her bare feet that ran into her blood and bones. Coupled with sadness was a pervading sense of fear she felt with each step she moved forward. She bent to her knees and sat down on the ground near the locker. Her lips quivered and muscles trembled. No, I shouldn't do this! Why should I rake up the misery again,she thought. But one part of her manoeuvered her to do so. She deliberately pushed open the locker. She fumbled through it. It was full with files from her dad's associations and societies,death certificates of them,reports from some famous personalities ,letters and other envelopes. She caught a paper;a letter from the 'Municipal Council'. She skimmed through the contents. It was from the governor thanking for the great services her dad,Mr.Joseph Venn has done. He has been a good kind and caring man for everyone as always,thought Carla. She replaced the letters. She didn't want to look through the death certificates. Carla looked through some handouts,bills,certificates for her mom for cookery and other financial documents when she suddenly caught a small worn packet. She froze

At the front of the packet were letters printed in the oldest ink and cheap material saying:"CISD". She wandered what it was. She ripped opened one side of the pack. She gasped as a few pills fell off. The pack was empty,no more tablets left but someone has used it. Is it medicine that mom or dad took? But they never had a serial disease,wondered Carla. Most of the small carved letters werre effaced and inconspicuos so she couldnt figure out the type of medicine. This could be a good feedback for Dr. Justin,she thought. Alarmingly,she looked at the clock. It had stopped at two thirty. Everything grew old and the sorrow grew more profound as each day passed by. "One day these walls will split out the truth',whisphered Carla,--i hope so". Then she hurried out of the room to mail some substancial documents to Rose.

She double locked the door...