Sindu liked doing things on her own and had always asked for help only as a last resort. With that resolve backing her, she could not bring herself to ask help to set right her new home. It had been a quick decision that left no time to catch a breath. A plum offer from the company landed on her doorstep a day after her interview. Swiftly a plan of action of shifting to a new city was made. The head rush in planning all these things in a short time gave her a high that she enjoyed thoroughly. But today while unpacking, she slowly began to realize that fatigue is a big dampener of spirits. As she picked up her phone to call home, she really wished that her mom had been nearby making her hot crisp dosas.
With only half work done, she slumped on the mattress, now unfurled and quickly drifted off to sleep without realizing that all lights were still on. It was close to 4am, she was breathing hard, a strange feeling, it was not a dream but still the uneasiness did not seem to cease, she struggled to break free and open her eyes. When she opened her eyes, it was well past 8o’clock. She figured that she had been too stressed out for a peaceful night. Breakfast at a hotel nearby and the strong coffee prepared her for further unpacking blues.
The house had been easy to find, all she had to do was to dial for a real estate agent (broker) in that area and the lease agreement was ready for signature as soon as she arrived. She had boiled milk as is customary once u enter a new house and shared the same with her neighbours. A neat way of getting to know people around you, she felt. A very chatty neighbor, Prema aunty had filled her in all about the residents in the neighbourhood. The juiciest bit was about the couple who had previously rented her house. It seemed the wife was having an extra-marital affair and the husband had grown suspicious. One fine day the lady eloped with her lover and the husband vacated the house immediately to get over the humiliation.
Strange, she felt, as she walked through her house. She pictured the woman lovingly sending off her husband to work and then immediately getting ready for her clandestine lover. The walls seemed to know so much and still remain so quiet, something that Prema aunty would never do.
That night the strange feeling returned, this time she felt trapped behind the walls. Staying at home all day was taking its toll, she thought. She stepped out for her shopping and after complete shopping exhaustion she returned back home. Unpacking was nearly done and what remained was to put away her books. It was to be in a cupboard, the only piece of furniture left behind by the previous tenants. As she started cleaning the wooden furniture a brown dossier caught her eye. In the bottom draw, hidden away like a secret document, the file lay abandoned. Very genuinely she opened it up to know if she could trace the owner, but then some pictures fell down from them.
The young lady in the picture was talking to someone, the background a busy traffic scene. The next picture was similar, she was in a car and seated next to her was a man and the next was of her dining at some restaurant. She suddenly got a sense of what was coming ahead and despite being invasive of someone’s privacy she looked into the sheets of paper it held. As she had guessed it was a detective agency’s report on the ‘Cheating wife’. It turned out that there seemed to be nothing to indicate that an affair was on, the lady had genuinely met people during normal course of her work and none of them seemed to constitute what one would call as an affair. The clandestine lover did not exist.
This night was destined for dreams, dreams about the woman whose husband suspected her. The discomfort returned as her dream continued in which the husband and wife were arguing. He was waving the brown file at her and screaming something that she couldn’t understand clearly. Suddenly he was dressed like superman and held the wooden cupboard above his head and looked at her with angry, demented eyes.
A new day had dawned and she had to visit her HR that day. She had abandoned the book-shelving operation earlier and resumed to do that in the time that remained at hand. The dream replayed itself in her mind and the sight of the airborne cupboard gave her a shiver. It was something she had to try now, whether she could lift it up or atleast make it move an inch. It was going to be a test of her might and after much pushing and nudging the stubborn cupboard finally gave way. But what it revealed startled her, a hidden door.
The ambulance siren was louder than the police van’s. The mystery door had prompted her call for help. As all the people crowded her doorway, Prema aunty rushed over with excitement written all over her face. She froze still as she saw the panicked look on Sindu’s face and the nearly lifeless body on the stretcher. A young woman, starved and dehydrated, discovered barely alive in the room behind the door.
The entire story emerged, the over suspicious husband, not convinced even by the detective’s report, plotted a punishment for his wife. One fine day, he tied her up and shut her in the little store room and blocked the door with his favourite furniture and made away saying that she had eloped.
As the dust settled on the day, Sindhu could only wonder how it had all come to be. She had held the hand of the figure she had discovered and felt a knowing grip, she felt as if the lady had whispered “thank you” into her ears. She tried to figure out her strange dreams and lay wondering how she rightly moved the cupboard and managed to rescue a woman abandoned there for almost 3weeks.
That night she dreamt of herself lying asleep. She saw the cupboard, the hidden door and then the woman behind it. Her lips were moving like she was chanting something. She could hear the words now "Help me". Suddenly her sleeping figure started dreaming and the strange uneasiness set in to her again. But this time it felt distant and unconnected, like it was happening only in the dream.
After a restless night she knew she had to visit the woman at the hospital for some consolation. Standing close to the bed, she held the frail hand and just watched. The fingers closed around her hand slowly and the woman opened her eyes. She expected her to say something and maybe clear all her doubts. Just then the woman, with a frail smile, said to her “I knew you would find me”.
