I got off from the bed and put my feet into slippers. I came out of my room and once again I am listening carefully try to know the source of that weeping voice. It is very much unnerving and upsetting making me feeling lot of fear. Why only me is listening these types of sounds? Last time Viola said she did not listen any voice at all. None of them in the house said to me that they listened a weeping voice in the house.

I started walking carefully going on the side I am thinking that the voice is coming. I remembered last time what I have seen when I stopped at Viola's room. Even in this fear also I am feeling amused remembering that. Viola fallen in love with Williams! It is also quite amusing to me. I never have expected that Viola fall in love with Williams! Williams has no education at all. He is not intelligent either. Viola a qualified psychologist and intelligent! How Viola has fallen in love with him I cannot understand.

Everyone else is sleeping so peacefully. It seems it is only me worrying and struggling like this. However far I have gone in the direction of that voice in my house I don't know, but I cannot feel near to it. I am moving in circles in my home trying to know the source of it. I am getting vexed and irritated.

Now suddenly I stopped hearing that voice. What happened to it? Even the stopping of that weeping sound relieved me a little, it irritated me once again as I cannot find out the source of it. I am now walking towards my bedroom as there is nothing I can do.

I tossed myself onto the bed and closed my eyes. I am stopped feeling sleepy and I know it is difficult to me to sleep now. Several thoughts once again started invading on me mercilessly. I remembered what Viola and I talked last time about thoughts. The new techniques that Viola said to me to control thoughts are interesting to me. I have taken the decision to put those techniques into practice.

I just let the thoughts go on in me like that without interfering with them at all. I am remembering the day I have talked with my dad from USA. I still can remember the agitation in my dad on that day. 'How fast you can come to India?' and 'There are very important matters that I need to talk with you.' The sentences I may not remember in the same way he talked.

'He is dead. He cannot come back.' Someone was saying on my back.

Now the dream I got. I was listening the voice of my dad but could not find him

The touch experiences I have got in my bathroom. The hug I have felt near the refrigerator.

My first time imagined (I have to force myself to think it was only my imagination) rape experience in the hands of Chuck. My becoming victim to him in the library.

"Don't worry about Chuck. He does not deserve a nice girl like you."

Nathaniel's spirit doing it to me on my bed.

'There is one common thing for you and me Viola. We both have that from one person, that is Nathaniel.'

While I am observing thoughts, surprisingly I am not feeling any inconvenience. They are just moving like clouds in the sky. Anyhow there is some truth in what Viola said to me. Without moving my body I am just letting go the thoughts. I am not even particularly observing those thoughts and they are coming into my notice all by themselves.

Now I am remembering what I have read in my dad's diary. How my life is in danger? Why I cannot believe if that has been said to me? What is that I don't believe at all?

Now I am witnessing my thoughts becoming thin. That is a sure sign for me that I am falling asleep. I am hundred percent prepared to fall asleep.

***

"Why this many times you are hearing a weeping sound I cannot understand." Viola is saying. "You are imaging in multiple ways."

"That means your hypnotic programming does not work at all." We both are in the kitchen consuming our breakfast while aunt is serving us both.

"It appears so." There is irritation in the voice of Viola. "Anyhow it does not work on the first instance itself. I have to repeat it three or four times to make it work."

"Even it does not work, it is good being hypnotized by you like that. I am ready at any time you want to hypnotize me." I said with a smile. I am not feeling any particular sadness now by listening to the weeping sound yesterday night. It is just like I am accustomed to experience queer things like that.

"Did you listen to a weeping sound on yesterday night?" my aunt asked me as she is following our conversation carefully from the beginning.

"Yes aunty." I am saying. "Not just yesterday two days or so back also I have heard weeping sound of a woman. In fact I am hearing this voice now and then at night times. Viola is saying that it is all just my imagination."

"May be or may be not." My aunt nodded her head helplessly. "Why these strange things are happening only in your life?"

"That is what I too cannot understand." Now I am feeling irritated and frustrated.

"I don't know what relation it has that I want to say to you would have with your hearing a woman's weeping sound" my aunt paused for a moment before continuing "But I have something that I must tell you."

Suddenly interest picked in me and I looked into the face of Viola. It seems Viola also is feeling very much interested in hearing what my aunt is going to say.

"It may upset you also to some extent Dazzle. That is why I did not prefer to tell this to you until now. But now it seems that it is quite important to tell you about that."

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. I breathed deeply and hissed out heavily. I know that this is something which certainly hurts me to some extent. I must be prepared to become upset.

"Tell me aunt. In all respects I am prepared to bear the brunt of it."

"After your mother's death, atleast I think it is so, there was another woman in your father's life."

It is just like a thunder has fallen beside me. I am not expecting anything like this at all. After my mom's death there was another woman in my dad's life? I still can remember the conversations between my dad and me. All the time he told me only how good my mom was, how much they loved each other. Nowhere I have seen any other woman with my dad with such an intimacy to suspect something.

"No, I cannot believe it at all." I am saying with firmness in my voice. "It never could have happened like that. I very well know how much my dad loved my mom." Now I am feeling anger also.

"I completely agree with Dazzle on this." Viola is saying now. "I know uncle as much as Dazzle knows about him. Another woman in his life? Impossible!"

"But it is true. I am sorry that I have to upset you like this Dazzle but it is true. Atleast I have seen such an intimacy between that woman and your father. Of course that your father never has said to me that he wanted to marry her, your father never said to me even that he was liking her. But I saw them with such intimacy. Just like between deep lovers. Just like between wife and husband."

My aunt is now struggling. I can understand her suffering. I can know how much she is struggling in herself whether to say about that to me or not. She very well knows what type of an impact that would have on me.

"But I stopped seeing her suddenly. I did not even listen about her. Your father became quite grim for some days and he did not prefer even to talk with me in those days. I cannot say but there was some eeriness in all of that then."

"How she used to be? Beautiful? Glamorous?"

"Not as much beautiful as your mother. But she was also beautiful to some extent."

"Did you talk with her?" I just cannot understand how I am asking these questions. In fact my mind has become completely numb.

"I think I have talked with her on three or four occasions in those days.'

"Did you come to know about her name?"

"I think I came to know. But I have forgotten about that name now. I do try and tell you about that."

There is some eerie silence between us then. "Now tell me aunt what all of this has any connection at all from my hearing of that weeping sound?" I asked my aunt surprisingly.

"After fifteen days or so of her stopped coming to our house, I had seen her photograph in a news paper. She died in an accident."

I felt another jerk to me. My mother died in an accident. Nathaniel died in an accident. And this woman who moved intimately with my father also died in an accident!

"Alright then. She died in an accident. Then too how this all has any connection with that weeping sound?" once again I am started feeling irritation.

"I heard rumors that it was not an accident but murder." My aunt's voice is shivering while talking. "I also have heard a weeping sound of a woman in this house in the new days of her death. That weeping voice was just like hers. It almost resembles her voice.'

I am trying to sip my coffee then but my hand shivered and coffee flopped on my hand. I hastily looked into the face of my aunt.

"Yes dear. What I have said is absolutely true." My aunt's voice is still shivering.

"Did not you hear that weeping sound recently at all?' Now I am feeling my heartbeat increased to the maximum.

"No, I have not heard any such weeping sound recently." My aunt said.

"Alright." I nodded my head and remained silent. I just don't know what to say then.

"Dazzle." My aunt said with a small voice.

"Tell me aunt. What it is?" once again I am feeling irritation.

"I am feeling that there is a strong link between this woman and the matter that your father that desperately wanted to discuss with you." Her voice is shivering. "I am very strongly feeling it so."

***

I indeed have to take lot of trouble to come to Nova's house like this. I know what happens if my decision to go to Nova's house publicized much. I ordered some other car with one side glasses and I did not say anything particularly in the house where I am going. I just said I shall be back in one hour or so.

I am happily entering into the Nova's house looking on four directions carefully while receiving Nova's welcome with a smile. I cannot see Nova's children anywhere but I stopped abruptly seeing a photo on the wall with a withered garland around it. It is a photo of a young man who is probably having thirty five years or so of age. There is no necessity of Nova's telling me that is her husband's photo.

"My husband madam. Nick Harrison."

(..........to be continued)

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