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In the beginning there is nothing...
You begin in the void and continue into the dark.
You...
I stood up shocked. "But the judge sentenced them didn't he?" I asked him for confirmation
He nodded. "Yes. But the constitution of India guarantees everyone to appeal in a higher court if they think they are being wrongly sentenced or punished."
I cut in, "They are not being wrongly punished!!! How can someone say that? This is ridiculous! Do our statements not matter in court? We had audio proof too... And I had even got the pictures of the men with the help of the spy camera..."
My voice trailed off when Indrayan held up his hand to ask me to shut up
"You and I can't do anything about this! The case will be reviewed and restarted in the near future." he told me with finality in his voice
I nodded, still absorbing the bloody shock.
... 26th January
Today is Republic Day... Not just any Republic Day, but the 70th Republic Day! We have been asked to wear ethnic clothes today and report. There are special shows arranged obviously... And there is one that I will be hosting, at 7 p.m. tonight.
I woke up fairly late in the morning today, at 7.30 a.m. Indrayan was up and he had even got me coffee. The two of us have come closer gradually... We share our professional experiences and spend an hour talking to one another before going to sleep every night. It was like things had fallen into place all of a sudden... An almost fixed schedule... Getting used to each other's presence... It seemed peaceful.
We do quarrel and argue a lot... But I have read somewhere that it is a part and parcel of married life.
Bringing myself out of my baseless thoughts, I went to my wardrobe and took out the saree that I would wear at work today. It was white in colour with a purple border... Boudi gifted it to me at my wedding.
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I tied my hair in a neat bun and applied vermilion to my parting. I applied some kohl and a bindi on my forehead.
"Sampurnaa, there is a courier for you." I heard Maa calling me
I clasped my watch around my wrist, sprayed some perfume and then walked down. ...
"Sampurnaa! Here's your..." Maa stopped abruptly when she looked at me
"You look gorgeous, child. Here's your courier by the way." she told me with a smile on her face, while handing me an envelope.
I smiled back at her and then opened the sealed envelope to find a wedding card in it. I did not even read it... I know it is Priyanka's anyways! Speaking of which, I need to apply for two days of leave in March and obviously book my tickets to go to Chennai.
"Whose wedding is it?" Dad asked me while taking his seat at the table
"It is my friend, Priyanka's. She is getting married in March, in Chennai." I replied
