Stolen

Ritvik opened the door of the car and sat in the front passenger’s seat. The car moved and the police station disappeared from view.



Ritvik glances at a visibly frustrated Yaksh driving the car.



‘Would it be the right time to talk to him?’ thought Ritvik as he tried to read the atmosphere and then he decided that it was better to be over with it at the soonest.



“I am very sorry Yaksh, but this is all because of a big misunderstanding,” said Ritvik



Yaksh did not say anything at first as he controlled the steering with his left hand, and had placed the elbow of the right hand on the window and a folded palm on his chin. He maintained the acceleration of the car at one constant speed.



After a period of silence Yaksh spoke in a tone which was required a considerable amount of effort to be kept at low. “You know Ritvik, we human beings strive to add many experiences to our lives, we want to do this or see that. But there are certainly quite many experiences we don’t want to see no matter how inevitable some of them might be and we don’t even wish them upon people whom we dislike…”



Ritvik spoke in, “I know but you have understand…”



Yaksh held the steering wheel with his right hand and used his left hand to indicate that he was not done speaking yet.



“So,” said Yaksh, “I have had an experience which no one wants to have and a majority of people spend their lives happily without it.”



“You can blame me all you want, but this is just one to those accidental things which happen,” spoke Ritvik



“I was in jail Ritvik, maybe for a few hours but I was,” said Yaksh in a tone which had started low but increased in volume towards the end.



“I thought those two three recliner chairs might need intensive repair work but never did I think they.. that.. they were stolen,” said Yaksh in a low tone



“You did not suspect even when they arrived?” asked Yaksh



“No, I was rather happy that they were in such good condition. I thought I had found a very good deal online,” replied Ritvik



“… and you did not even care to tell me even though I had gone to my hometown,” said Yaksh



“..well.. it was a surprise and initially even you might have been happy to see them. Look, it is all just misunderstanding and bad timing. The day you came back from your hometown, I was not present in the apartment and you were clueless about the chairs which further fuelled the suspicion of the police officers who came to investigate,” said Ritvik



Both of them stayed quiet after that and the car moved on with two people who were thinking about, now that they had it, what would they do with this experience that they would rather forget at the moment and maybe laugh about it in a few years from now. 

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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