THE ABYSS
Disclaimer: The plot might seem vague and obscure; reading between the lines shall be the key. The characters in the story are dorky to an extent that I wish they existed; they have an incoherent vibe to them, which highlights their contradictions.
The story is in the form of a narrative, and the narrator, a character.
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Somewhere towards the countryside, near a coastal area in India, in a filthy low-key flat lived Ms. Sophia. She was 65, single and happy; “No man has been special enough…yet” she once said. She was the kind of woman who’d help even a stranger, but that’s after she’s done blabbering her (subconsciously fictional) stories out to him/her. But, she had a habit of lying about things as unnecessary as not plucking a flower or breaking a mug.
Ms. Sophia desperately wanted a kid, but did not like the idea of contributing to the population explosion in India; ergo, she adopted a kid. Riu; was a keen reader of whatever Arthur Conan Doyle wrote. She was brilliant at spot-the-difference games.
Adjacent to Ms. Sophia’s apartment was a slum, particularly infamous, because the entire lot of drug addicts around were to be found there. Musa was one of them; he was an abandoned child, who was apparently a disgrace to the family because he was a dwarf. This led him to the hideous path of intoxication. During the day, he would volunteer at Dog Shelters and at night, he was high on some insane substance.
Over the years, Musa had developed a bond with Ms. Sophia and was often found discussing ‘life’, over tea, with the cheerful old lady. Riu was equally fond of him; he taught her lessons that she never found in books.
On a field day for my psychology project on substance abuse, I was searching for the abovementioned slum, when I lost my way. I landed up at Ms. Sophia’s door, asking for directions as she offered me water and narrated me a story about how her cat was found sleeping in the bedside drawer once; it was only then that I got accustomed to Musa. And it was ten minutes after meeting him that I decided; he is going to be my human subject for psychology. He was apprehensive about the same, so it took some practical knowledge of my subject to convince him. I promised to pay them a visit, the following week.
Sophia’s house was robbed, and it was Musa who planned it all. Musa was short of money and there were people ready to kill him and so he acted to his accord. While the policeman was busy drawing a map of the house, Riu investigated the theft. The only piece of jewellery left in the house was something Musa gifted her, and it was Musa who planned their visit to the beach nearby. Everything made sense now.
With a sharp knife in her back pocket, Riu went on to search for and confront Musa…
As I reached the apartment, flustered…it was clear that the culprit was Musa, yet Ms. Sophia was defending him on circumstantial grounds and withdrawing the FIR she lodged.
The next thing I see is, Riu fiddling with the cat; and the next thing I hear is of Musa’s mysterious suicide.
Epilogue: I scored a 30/30 in the psychology practical.