PART 1
THE START OF A NEW BEGINNGING…
Rain….an absolutely delightful experience..the smell..the sound..the taste….I Loved rain in my chidwood..!!!!..oh,those memories,sneeking out slyly behind mom's back and doing a raindance with my brother,only to caught in the deepest of sneezing fits,and then spending a week in the bed,with my nose shining unbelievably with all the medicines on it..!!!..
Alas,Neither we,not our preferences,remain the same through out..My tryst with Rain met an unforeseen end…Now, I am terrified of the dripping roofs..of those cruel ear-splitting interruptions of thunder…those flickering lights…
I Must have been around 11-12…we lived in the interiors of Delhi…close enough to the glitz and glamour of the city,yet,far away from anywhere close to it…Dad earned a humble living as a bank manager…Mom, a cheerful,happy-go-lucky housewife,unhindered by the financial troubles..content with life..
It was a rainly night in August…Dad wasn't home yet…My brother was busy watching some senseless cartoon on tv…Mom was yelling on him to switch off the tv …I guess he never heard her..Cartoon's can be pretty interesting sometimes…I Went in to pacify mother..well,isn't that what elder sisters do?..take your mom on your side when she's angry with your brother…?..
It was so sudden,that sometimes I wonder if it happened for real…I wish I was dreaming..oh well,I am a dreamer anyways,but I don't have such unnatural dreams…It had begun to pour quite heavily,combined with the dark alley outside,it was quite a scary premise..My last memory with mom was when i suggested switching on the tube light..it was much too dark , and I wasn't exactly fond of darkness..So,it was me,who was the reason for my mom's death…She was electrocuted so suddenly,so quickly,that I my reaction sense became void..i can just remember staring at my mom,while she screamed for some time ,and fell on to the floor…I was a kid,I anyways didn't know what to do..i wish I wasn't a child..i hate being a child now..i hate having to wait till I grow up to know how to help a person being electrocuted..i couldn't help her..i couldn't save my mom..She left us…left us forever…Didn't even get a chance to say bye…
Dad didn't react to the news well,Slowly,depression took over him,and he became a workaholic…I guess he was worried about us,but he needed more care than us…work and alcohol,dad's best friends…It took some time for me to learn,but soon,I was the one taking care of the house completely..i worked towaRds being an ideal sister,an ideal daughter..It was a new territory I was invading..You don't generally expect a 12 year old kid to cook for the family,do you..?..but I did…my change in outlook was much more due to the guilt factor than anything else…But everything has a limit…a saturation point..so,after 6 years of dedicated service,I decided that I had enough..Dont mis-judge me,I loved my family,I loved my brother,but I couldn't take the monotonous life any more..i was fed up of it..
I convinced my dad to let me go to Mumbai..we needed more money,and I had to earn for my family..dad was a shadow of his prior self..he didn't waste time in arguments and parenting..my thoughts were un-eclipsed by any parental obligations…So,I packed my bags, and came to Mumbai..My brother hated to see me go, though ofcourse, he didn't admit it…but he did hug me tightly when I left them there..
Mumbai…the city of dreams…I did have a dream too…but my dreams are never fulfilled,so why would this be an exception…?...I roamed around in the city..did odd –jobs here and there,and some how kept myself alive..but I neither had an education degree,nor an extraordinary mind,to attain success…some how ,I lost touch of time..of my life..of myself..i was engulfed In the rat race..the race of survival…I some how lost contact with my family too..letters were exchanged only from my side..phone calls met a dead end..i was broken..lost…
It was then,I met Abhi and Nikki..manipulative minds,but sharpness to the hilt..they gave me shelter,food..and kept me alive ,and away from the madness,so when Abhi told me his intentions on helping me out,I could not say no…I could anyways not say a No,I mean, I had no other way out,did I..?
So,that's me for you
NAME :Ridhima Gupta
AGE:19
OCCPATION : Robber.
Soon,I was into my "job" totally,days..months…passed by…we were safe,content and alive..all the excitement in my life was like an added pleasure..i didn't know what I would be doing the other day..!!..but miraculously..petty robberies kept us kicking..we never had a specific modus operandi..Just some how,anyhow…I
We were bored of the petty robberies..we wanted to do something big..something which would keep us well and content for a longer time.. and Abhi had just told us of our target..
25 year old businessman,MrArmaan Malik.
And I was the bait here.
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