Some Stories do not end well

Some stories do not end well.” I feel the very same thing because of my life. I have a rough time in my office. Being a journalist is not an easy job. I’m sorry for what I have said right now. Truth is jobs are never ever easy whatever it maybe. Only experts know what enjoyment they get from their job. I’m a beginner and I have just started my job. I have a bit of experience about journalism. I find myself very busy in workplace. One day, we received a letter from Central Jail. This case was very interesting. She wants someone to publish her crime. I was very excited to know her feeling and desire to do such a crime. I thought of approaching her. I asked permission from our Head and Central Jail’s Head. My permission was granted, I have 1hr for conversation. Central Jail like any old movie scene where criminals are behind bars watching towards the audience, guards patrolling around and long corridor. I found her looking outside of window in the cell. There was some blanket on floor and water supply on the corner in a mutka. “Hey, someone has come for you”, guard spoke up as I entered into her cell. She looked at me from top to bottom. Black hair were not combed, injury marks on hand and uniform with code number or serial number. “Hi, my name is Arya Karthik Singh. I’m a journalist”. I felt atmosphere getting cold. “So, why are you here?” she questioned. “A letter arrived to our newspaper publisher company and I’m eager to hear an interesting story” I answered excitedly. Her face turn black and I know I’m about to experience something unexpected. She sat on her blanket and looked at the window. “Two years ago, my life changed. I never imaged how drastic change has happened to me. I was Divya Kumari back then. All this happened because of Rahul Joshi. I liked him very much.” and she cried. “If you liked him, then why are you crying?” I asked her to continue her story. She looked at me and said, “Because I killed him with my own hand”. “What? But why you do it? Didn’t he like you? Or there was other reason behind it”, it was quite shocking for me. The girl whom I’m speaking to, Divya Kumari was held responsible for death of his crush. So far I have researched about her, I only know that she is 20 years old college girl. She continued, “Two years ago, I met with Rahul on the birthday party of my friend, Riya. He looked very charming, smart and an average looking boy. I liked his beard and moustache. He came to this neighbourhood recently. My eagerness drives me to talk to him. From then, our friendship grew up and I waited for the right moment. But that bitch tried to steal my guy” suddenly an angry tone rose up. “Whom are you talking about?” I questioned for more info. “That bitch was Maya Sen, I hate her very much. On that day when I was about to express my feeling to him, I saw her. They were laughing and talking to each other. I never knew she has already spelled some black magic on him”. I could see anger on her face. It was getting interesting every inch I go into the depth of story. Yet there was sadness and anger in the cell. It was surprising that how a crush turned a real crushed machine. “So, you hate her but why did you killed him, Rahul was just an innocent person. It was Maya as you told me. Then, why did you kill Rahul? Was there any dispute between you two” I asked her. She turned into dull state and spoke, “That very same day when I proposed to him. He said that I’m not that guy you seek and we are like friends. Truth is I like Maya very much and I will always like her. This scattered me apart. After all those time spend together and shared beautiful memory. We spend that on arguing about it. He said that he don’t want to talk about it. Yet, I continued to speak. I texted him but it end up with I don’t want to talk to you”. Yet the mystery did not end up. Was it the reason of his dead? Or there is something else. If not then, it’s useless for me. I was thinking and suddenly I heard her saying something. I said, “Pardon, what did you just said right now?”. She was looking at me. Then she continued, “I was saying Rahul started to ignore me. It was very irritating for me. Now, he crossed his limits when I saw him with that bitch! I was very anger but I lose my mind when he proposed her in front of me. As if I have no existence in his life. One day, I went to his house and argued about it. That was his last day. I threaten him of killing her. And in response he said he’ll protect her. When argue was at its peak. My rage consumed me. I took out knife and attacked him. There was a long struggle but in end I killed him” and again she cried. I have seen people going outrageous but not like this. Time provided to me was over. I couldn’t say a word to calm her down. I came back with a story which seems interesting. But was her act right? Was her obsession right? Obsession towards something is right but what if it drives you to evilness. Rahul was an innocent person so as Maya. But this obsession brought forth only sadness. I’m a journalist and I’ll continue to find some more interesting stories even if it’s useless for any article on news. I am waiting for those stories.
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