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- Consequence -

Sunday

June 18th, 1995

Dear Diary,

I heard a big sound. I ran outside. Dadi had fallen down. I called the ambulance and the police. We were at the hospital, the doctor said that Dadi had a heart attack due to trauma. The police left as my suspicion of father hitting her was wrong.

The doctor said that Dadi was in a serious state. I was scared. Weird thoughts were coming to my mind. I wanted to scream. Scream out all those thoughts. I was worried. I didn't knew what to do. What could I do?

Time was passing by quickly. I feared this the most. If the sun rises, I again had to go - I again had to go to work. But I've decide even if this means that I'll lose my job - I won't go to work

Father was sleeping beside me on the bench. The doctor came and told me that some tests needed to done on Dadi and I need to make their payments. I had some money but not enough. Father had money only for alcohol, so I thought. 

I went to work thinking that I'll ask Kartik for money. As mush as I don't want to do this I have to.


 Good Night, Diary

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