Jaibala/ June 4, 2014/ Short Stories/ 18 comments

Vidya woke up with a start, It was that dream again. The pitter patter of the rains on the window had stopped. She got out of bed careful not to wake up Vikram and she walked slowly to the window and opened it. The breeze immediately carrying to her the scent of the rain soaked earth and the memories of the day that she thought she had left far behind, until she started having her dreams.

It was Vikram’s decision to come back home, and she had no reason not to. What ever happened five years back was just that in the past and no one knew about it, except her. Since coming back that past was alive in her dreams every night. She thought she escaped the consequences but when Vikram told her that he had got his dream job in Pune, she did not know it would all come back to haunt her. It was a daily struggle for her to keep this from Vikram.



Vidya was the only child of the esteemed high court judge Mohan Rawle. Her father took a lot of pride in having brought her up to be a free independent woman, especially after her mother had passed away at the age of five. She was her father’s, hope dream and aspiration all rolled into one and Vidya took that very seriously. She was planning to go to London to complete her MBA and her grades matched her ambitions.

The night of her farewell party she was drunk, and she knew she should not have been driving. But she thought “What could go wrong in the fifteen minute drive?” and got behind the wheel of the car. What happened next even she could not have anticipated, a lady and a small girl suddenly walked in front of the car. Vidya tried to swerve away but she somehow lost control of the car and hit them. She did not know what happened to them and did not turn or stop to look.

For the next few days she looked at all news websites, news papers, news channels for information about the accident but found none. Guilt soon gave way to relief, relief that no one knew about the incident and that her dreams of flying to London will not be crushed by a small mistake.



Vidya sighed at the memory. All this had been in the past till they decided to move back here. A past that no one except her knew about; a past that even she had forgotten. She looked outside the window, and suddenly screamed at the figure of a lady and a girl walking toward the house from the edge of the road, they looked just like her dreams. She let out a scream.

Vikram woke up hearing Vidya scream. He ran to the window. “There is someone there,” she was saying. He looked in the direction she was pointing at, he saw nothing. He put his arms around her and as she buried her head in his chest he asked her, “Who Vids, Whom did you, see?”  “The same lady and girl from my dream, the same people from that night,” she replied out of fear. “What night what people Vids. This is about the dream you have been having lately na. Let’s show a doctor.”

By then Vidya had calmed down considerably. “No Vi, No doctor. I just need to calm down a bit.” “It’s been going on for eight months girl,” he chided her, “How long do you take to calm down.”  The next day when Vikram took her to the doctor she wasn’t very happy or cooperative. The doctor wrote out a prescription and asked Vikram to ensure that she took the pills on time.



Vikram was very disappointed as to how everything had turned out. It had been five months and there was no improvement in Vidya’s condition. In fact it had gotten worse. She saw that lady and girl walking everywhere.  The doctors had finally given up. Last week it was a very clear message that the doctors gave him, “She is not going to get better. And with her having harmed herself, now it is better that you move her to the facility.”

He did not want to send his wife there, but she did try to kill herself. She said it is better to die than live in constant turmoil. She said she regretted that night and did not mean it. What night she was talking about even he did not know. He had to work to pay for the enormous medical bills. He struggled but decided to put her in the facility.

He broke down like a child as they carried her away. The Doctor had said to allow time for her to settle, so he did not travel with her even though he wished. His life had felt complete the moment he had met her in London. He never knew that life would take such a turn. He looked at the picture in his hand, the smiling Woman and the little girl, his sister and niece.



About Jaibala

Academically a Microbiologist, I am a Web Columnist for popular magazines and websites, Freelance Writer and a Blogger. Words define me and writing and reading compete to be the love of my life. My biggest belief is that there is something good in everything and I always looks to highlight the best in things. Creative writing is my forte.You can reach me by dropping a mail at


  1. Full circle indeed, JB. Life really is like that. Very well written!

    1. Thanks Chiki. Life is really like that only 🙂

  2. Ah, what a beautifully framed story.The last line is a master stroke.

    1. Usha Ji, Thank You so much :0

  3. That was superb! The last line was totally unexpected!
    I wonder what would have happened if she had confessed?

    1. Thanks Sreesha. I think she might have saved both of them a lot of grief.

  4. Whew! That last line clinched it, Jaibala! Karma, I say! Very gripping story and I love how you led up to the end!

    1. I am so glad you are here Vidya. See that huge grin 😀 Thank You. This was one of my first attempts at anything remotely in the mystery thriller genre 🙂

  5. agree with Seeta and Sid 😛

  6. That was a sad twist… if only she had stopped and checked on that lady and the girl.. maybe they would have been alive.. she was rash and feeling the guilt later is of no use unless you act on it and take responsibility for what you did.. when you dont do that, the punishment is worse, just as Vidya ended up getting… nicely written story 🙂
    Stopping by here for the first time… hope to do it more often now 🙂

    1. Seeta welcome. So glad to have you here. Yes like Newton said every action has an equal and opposite reaction, or like in this case probably worse reaction. Thank you so much and would love to see you by often 🙂

  7. Life always comes a full circle, doesn’t it? Both in real life and in our short stories. Else it just feels incomplete. Confession may not have set her free physically, but emotionally it could have been the right medicine. Alas, we are not often blessed with the power of hindsight.
    A very powerful story Jai, and quite tightly narrated too. Well done 🙂

    1. True we do our best with whatever knowledge and assumptions we have about the situation at that moment. Thank You Sid 🙂

  8. oh! 🙁
    That was so sad… sigh!
    Life can be so cruel at times!

    you have etched it out beautifully!

    1. Pixie you made my day. Coming from you well I am happy 🙂

  9. Ohhh the last line. . Brought a whole circle..

    Maybe she should confess ..and a vehicle after drinking is a weapon.. not good to drive after drinking…
    It takes just a second for things to go wrong..

    1. Yeah Drinking and Driving dont mix. Confessing, might not have reduced the guilt though.

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