Voices from afar.......

When the door bell rings at three in the morning, it’s never good news. That was the only thought running in my mind as I climbed down the stairs to open the door. I was trying to figure out who could it be at such an unearthly hour. Finally as I opened the door, I saw a woman with a sad look on her face standing in front of me holding a newspaper. She seemed to be in the autumn of her life, maybe early fifties. I was puzzled and could not really understand anything. As I opened my mouth to talk she dropped a newspaper at my doorstep and turned to go. I tried talking to her, but she hastily walked away and then disappeared into darkness. I had a look at the paper and it was a week old paper. A small column on the right side corner of the paper caught my attention. It was about an accident that had occurred in which a woman named Sophie who was driving a car with her two children in the back seat knocked off a young girl Linda who died on the spot and Sophie was left unconscious. There was no information on the two kids except that they had a miraculous escape. I was trying to understand what was happening. Thinking about the incident I returned to bed and after some more pondering dozed off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to chirping of birds and a cool morning breeze. As I was getting ready to leave, my eyes fell on the newspaper lying at the doorstep and the previous night’s incident flashed in front of me. I tried searching for the old paper and it was nowhere to be seen. Convincing myself that it must have been a dream, I left to work with a sigh of relief. My day started off with great fervour. Architecture had been my love since I was a kid. I have always been interested in architecture and medieval architecture in particular. After years of hard work and with constant dreams of making it big, here I was being counted among the successful and recognized architects of my time. I had been invited to be part of the second annual conference of the Revivalist Group which was actively working on preserving and restoring the historical monuments, which was happening the day after. Apart from passion for my work, there was another reason I was looking forward to being a part of this event. I was looking forward to meet Evelyn, a student of history whom I had met in the last year’s convention and there was some noticeable instant liking we shared. Our common interest in all things ancient and quaint was another factor which kept us engaged in lengthy conversations. We however could not share our numbers and left it at that. I was however hoping at cementing our bond this time around. With excitement and lots to look forward to I spent my day at work and finally I was home by seven. After a light dinner and a bit of packing I hit the bed only to wake up later to the sound of the door bell. With eyes half open I looked at the clock, it showed 3 AM. I was startled and sat up in bed. Not knowing what to do, I just ignored the constant ringing of the door bell and tried sleeping again. But when the door bell did not stop ringing, I got up to go. While at the door I was surprised to see the lady again. This time she handed out a small sheet of paper with something scribbled on it. Hurriedly she vanished again into the darkness. A closer look at the paper and it said HELP ME! I could not really understand and after a lot of restlessness tried going back to sleep. I woke up late the next day and searched for the paper, again it was not there. I was shocked to say the least. My mind was filled with questions and the rest of the day went by, my mind seeking answers to all those questions. I returned home with confusion still prevailing and some thoughts also spared for Evelyn. I tried to forget everything and finished the rest of my packing. I had an early morning flight to catch and could not sleep the entire night. I was waiting for the clock to strike three. It was the curiosity and not fear, because I wanted to know what the woman wanted to convey. Finally, when I was lost in my thoughts I did not notice the time pass by and the door bell rang again. I looked around with shock and finally when I opened the door the woman was standing in front of me. This time I saw her trying to say something, but she could not bring herself to do it. It was as if some strong force was stopping her. With tears in her eyes she held out a photo frame. While I was engrossed looking at it, a big shock was awaiting me. The woman at my door along with Evelyn and a small boy roughly around eight years old was what I saw in the picture. I looked up and she again was rushing back. I tried running behind her, but she vanished into the darkness. It made me even more eager to reach the conference and meet Evelyn. I hurriedly got ready and left for the airport. After reaching the event I started vigorously searching for Evelyn. I could not find her and was left heart broken when I could not see her till the end of the day. I started worrying about her and the next two days were extremely difficult, with all kind of thoughts torturing me. At the end of the three day conference, I did not wait for a second to get back home.

I was finally home at 5 AM and as I opened the door I saw some things strewn at the floor. I went near and could see the same old newspaper, the small slip of paper, the picture and also some flowers. I could see there were a bunch of purple wild flowers along with two more varieties lying on the floor. I assumed these flowers must have come in the past three days. Like a lightning I realised the purple flowers are the same which I would see and admire daily in my neighbour Mr. Pattison’s garden. He was a botanist and an ardent gardener. He was mostly reserved and seemed to be interested only in the plants and flowers in his garden. His garden with beautiful flowers behind those high walls of the compound was a treat to the eyes of everybody who walked past it. There was never a single person who did not give an admiring look at it. Such was the beauty of his neatly manicured lawn and well maintained garden with beautiful flowers. However the other two bunches of flowers were beautiful too, but I could not recall seeing them in Mr. Pattison’s garden. With curiosity, confusion and worry overpowering my mind, I could not hold myself back anymore. I ran hurriedly to Mr. Pattison’s house hoping to get a clue. As I reached the gates of his house, I stealthily walked in only to be stopped by a hoarse voice – Who are you and what do you want gentleman? I turned around to see Mr. Pattison actually standing in his garden watering the plants. I fidgeted a bit before introducing myself as his neighbour. He did not seem to be very impressed and said – That doesn’t mean you can just walk in to my house, leave before I chuck you out of here. I was taken aback by his behaviour and as I turned back to leave I saw two small bushes just about a feet high with beautiful flowers, the same flowers which I found at my house. Now I was convinced that the solution to my problem could be found only here. I decided to come back and seek answers to all the questions.

As it was getting darker, I started keeping an eye on Mr. Pattison’s house and after two hours he stepped out of his house. I waited till he went a little far and rushed to his house. The main door was locked and I entered after breaking the huge window on the left side of his house. After scouting the entire house I saw some movements in one of the rooms on the first floor. I ran towards it and to my utter disbelief I saw Evelyn and the small boy who was in the picture, tied to the pillar at one corner of the house. I freed them and took them to my place and called the police. I was relieved and happy to see Evelyn safe, but my thoughts were still with the woman who came to me seeking my help. Evelyn was not in a state to talk anything. She just wanted to go somewhere and we drove down in my car. It was a hospital and she enquired about somebody at the reception and headed towards the special ward. I followed her with the small boy tagging along with me. As I reached the ward and looked at the patient in the bed I was shocked and stood still for few minutes. It was the same lady who was at my door everyday seeking help. I was not able to fathom anything and the recent spate of events were not less than a mystery. I finally gathered my composure and spoke to the doctor. What followed was a tale of shock, grief and disbelief. The lady was Evelyn’s mother Sophie and she was in coma for the last two weeks after she met with an accident while shifting to this city.

On further probing I got to know that after the accident Linda’s father Mr. Pattison had come to hospital to avenge the death of his daughter. But on seeing Sophie unconscious and with very little chances of her recovery, he left hastily. After his visit both Evelyn and her brother Rueben stopped visiting their mother. Nobody had a clue about their whereabouts till then. Finally he was able to put the pieces of the puzzle back together. Meanwhile Evelyn was surprised to see their family picture missing and later got to know about it when I narrated the entire incident. The doctors also affirmed that everyday Sophie would get critical around three in the morning and later stabilize after sometime. It was also the same time when her kids had gone missing. There was a calm demeanour and serenity on Sophie’s face and the entire room lit up as the morning rays pierced through the curtains bringing a new hope for life.

Mr. Pattison was sent to an intensive trauma care centre and was offered post trauma recovery sessions. A week later Sophie passed away, probably with a satisfaction that her kids were now safe. The safety of her kids was the only thing that was stopping her from leaving this world. Our lives went on and after eight months of courtship, today as I am standing in the church looking at Evelyn walking down the aisle I realise this is the happiest moment of my life. I thought to myself – After all when the door bell rings at three in the morning it doesn’t always have to be bad news. As I kept smiling the priest called out - George, the bride is here. Can we proceed with the wedding vows? I grinned and gave my consent.

By Krishnaveni K.