He stood up, looked into my eyes and pinched my cheek. "Very useful talking. I really do like it." Then turned back, started walking towards the entrance of my room.

"Don't think it is over. Don't think I do leave you." I angrily said. I am hearing his laughter. Frustration took all over me again and I slumped once again on the bed. Why this day is going on like this? I fall back on the bed and took the cell phone there into my hand. It is twelve already. I should be in the office looking after all the affairs. I have to take so many important decisions. Without me it is chaos in the office I know. But I just cannot get the mood. My experience in the bathroom spoiled it completely.

Suddenly the cell phone is ringing. It is George. No one else in the office dare to talk to me while I am at home. Only George can disturb me. He does not feel fear to anything.

I attended his call. "Tell what?" I asked him irritatingly.

"Why did not you come to the office?" his voice is with the same recklessness.

What an audacity! How he can question me like that? What he is thinking of himself?

"It is my office. I do come if I want and otherwise not. You don't have an authority to question me like that." I just cannot control my anger and it is full in my voice.

"If it is so you may better wind up all your businesses and stay at home." The recklessness is in the same measure.

"Shut up. Don't forget that I am your boss. You are only an employee...."

"I am not just an employee. I am C.E.O. here. It is you who fixed important appointments on this day and conveniently forgot all about those. I just don't know what to talk with them."

I remember all those and well understood in what type of a situation George is there. "Postpone all those to tomorrow. I am not just having any mood to come to the office on this day." I mumbled in the phone.

I heard his hissing in the phone and then it is cut off. Once again rage took all over me again. That bloody George! How dare he is to talk like that with me! I throw the cell phone aside and closed my eyes.

***

I am terribly feeling thirsty. All around me is only sand. My feet are ankle deep in that. I understood that I am in a desert. Why I am here? How I have come to this place? I am trying to walk in that sand. I have to put whole effort to free my feet from the sand and take steps. First I have to find water. I just cannot bear this thirsty feeling anymore. I am trying to take deep breaths but I just cannot. My lungs are burning. It is just like a fire is going in on me.

I think I took ten feet from the place where I stood. I don't know my destination. I need water. I don't know where it is. Suddenly I have got an odd feeling and looked at myself. My God! There are no clothes on my body! I am completely naked! How, how all my clothes have been removed?

"Dazzle" I am hearing my dad's voice. "I am here."

I am stunned. Not just because I heard my dad's voice. But he is talking with a weeping tone. In my whole life I never have heard my dad's voice like that.

"Please come and save me. I am dying." My dad is weeping.

I am desperately trying to locate my dad in that desert but I cannot find him anywhere.

"I just cannot see you. Where you are?" I am trying to yell as loud as possible. But I can make it only feeble. I can hardly hear what I am talking.

"Why don't you come? I am dying." My dad is terribly weeping.

"I just cannot see you dad. I cannot see anything else...except...sand...only sand." I can only mumble. I am still trying to see my dad where he is but all I am finding is only sand, sand and sand.

"You have no love on me. You have never respected me. You always want only my properties." His voice is in the same way with semi weeping in it.

I am stunned. Is it is my dad's talking? How, how he is talking like that? Does not he know what I really want?

"No, dad. Its not so. You know me very well." Why the bloody hell I cannot talk loud? My heart is burning with shame. I am completely nude. Is my dad looking at me now? How does he feel then?

Taking steps is becoming even more and more difficult to me. Oh, my god! I am going more and more down into that sand. Now I am thighs deep down in that sand.

"Come fast. I am dying." My father is weeping and yelling.

What should I do? First I have to make myself free from the sand. It is becoming impossible to me to make myself free even an inch.

"I am dying...I am dying...you want me to die."

"No. It is not so." I am struggling hard to make myself free from the sand.

"You are a bad girl. You always wish me to die." terrible weeping of my dad is continuing.

"You know me very well. How can you talk like that?" this time my voice became free and I can yell loud. My feet completely became free and there are clothes on my body. Surprisingly I found myself on the bed in my room.

My god! What a dream and what an experience! Why I have got such a dream? I have so many dreams till now and sometimes dreadful dreams also but never this type of a dream. Even it is just in my dream, my dad's words are still scorching my psyche. Was my dad really felt like that? No, it could not be so. My dad never would have thought like that for me. My dad knew about me very well.

The cell phone beside me starts ringing relieving me from my disturbing thoughts. I took the cell phone into my hand and it is Viola. I felt really happy seeing Viola like that.

"Hello." I heard my voice weak.

"What you are doing Dazzle? Why you are sounding weak like this? Your face also is appearing different."

For a moment I tempted to say my experiences till then. But my pride came in between."I am as usual." I said.

"I am seeing an odd expression in your face. Moreover I am having a psychic link with my friend. If she feels different for anything I can know about that." There is seriousness in her voice.

"Then you are a failure in maintaining psychic links." I hissed out heavily. "I am feeling more better on this day than any other day."

"Then tell me why you are still at home? You are supposed to be in your office by now." She can see clearly my bedroom environment in this video call.

"My jubilant mood is responsible for this also. I want to spend whole of this day happily at home." I smiled in myself. Ever I get jubilant mood again?

"Alright. What else?"

"You tell. You phoned to me."

"I want to come to you again. I want to spend time with you terribly. I shall be there just in few days. Wait for me."

I want to yell out with happiness. It is more than five months or so that Viola and I spent time together. She spend time with me some twenty days or so after my dad's death. Then she had to leave because of her professional obligations.

"Come straight. I really do feel so happy if you come like that." I cannot restrain happiness in my voice.

"I sure come. Just in ten days or so. I have strongly decided to it like that."

"But why?" I asked her. I clipped my inner lip between my teeth frames. I am feeling backache sitting straight all the time on the bed. I put a pillow onto the wall and leaned on that.

"You are so beautiful."

I stopped myself laughing hearing her comment. I know that Viola is unnecessarily praising me. I know I am beautiful. Hearing comments like this makes me sometimes feel happy, sometimes irritated. This time I am feeling happy and I am laughing. I cannot remain long without laughing.

"Your laughing also is so good."

"Shut up." I unintentionally yelled. I cannot bear continuous praising like this. "First tell me why you have strongly decided to come to me like that?"

"Should not I come to my close friend if I want?"

"Sure you can." I hissed out heavily. "I enjoy your company more than you enjoy mine. I pleaded so much with you to stay with me last time. But you did not stay saying your professional appointments were that much important."

"I am sorry. I have to go like that then." I found some apologetic note in her voice.

"Are there no professional commitments to you now?"

"There are, of course." I am seeing her face in my cell phone. There are frowns on her forehead. I found that she is seriously thinking.

I am about to say something then she is saying. "I want to tell you the truth Dazzle. I think I said already to you. I have had a psychic link with you."

I never can understand how that psychic link works. "So what?"

"I am having a strong feeling that you are in grave danger. My presence with you is very much important now."

I shuddered. I cannot expect it like this at all. Am I really in grave danger now? Is my experience on this day insinuating that?

"But I am having no feeling that I am in danger. I am feeling happy and comfortable." I lied and regretted why I said it like that.

"You may not. But I am feeling. I cannot stay here feeling like that about my friend."

"Then come. Don't delay. I cannot wait long for having the pleasure of your company."

"I shall be with you just in one week or so."

***

'Oh, Viola' after my dad, my aunt and before my brother, Viola is most important person in my life. We both were friends from such a very childhood that I had seen her completely nude and she saw me so. We are of the same age, we went to the convent together, college together studied in each class sitting side by side.

Viola is an orphan. She is the daughter of one of our dad's relatives and lost her both parents in a plane crash along with sixty other passengers and left with no other close relatives to be lost in any more accidents. My father took the responsibility of Viola and got her joined in the same convent I was studying. Viola appealed so much to my tastes and became my friend instantly.

Even we both are of the same age it always seems Viola knows more than I do. Even in those days also, Viola knew most of the things only supposed to be known by elders. She often surprised me providing me with the bits and pieces of forbidden knowledge.

"Do you know how babies are made?" I don't remember exactly, whether we were studying third or fourth standard, she suddenly asked me.

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

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