“I’ve realized my mistakes, Shyam,” said Vrinda. “But I’m not coming with you. I’ll beg forgiveness to Devarajan, the priest and all the people here. I must do something to make up for the killings. I’m also responsible for the slaughter because though the people weren’t murdered with my connivance or knowledge, they were done under my cover. I know that I can’t console the people who have lost their relatives. But I can’t escape from the consequences of what I have done.”
“Taksha would have still gone on with his killing spree,” I countered, “like he’s been doing all these years, by some other means. He’s a pedophile, after all. You heard what he said. He was planning to kill Siddharth’s grandson and blame it on the priest’s laxity. What more could you say about him?”
“No, Shyam. I must stay back. Besides, I get the feeling Pranav is still around here. I promise to come back, but only after sometime. Not now.”
“You’ll hallucinate. I’m worried.”
“Don’t. I’ll be alright. Trust me. I will come back and write my Final year exams. What have you been doing after degree?”
She sounded much better. I smiled.
“Nothing much. I’ve been trying for a medical seat for the past two years. This is my third attempt.”
Her eyebrows went up.
“Wow! A medical seat? Don’t worry. May this be your last attempt. May you pass your exam this time. God bless.”
Her reference to God swept me over.
“Guess, its time for me to pack up then?” I said.
She smiled.
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