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ഹോളി സാത്താന്‍ (കഥ: കൃഷ്‌ണ)

Published on 03 October, 2012
ഹോളി സാത്താന്‍ (കഥ: കൃഷ്‌ണ)
HOLY SATAN

It was about six years after divorce that Pradeep took
to learning Computer seriously. He had enough works
during daytime in the provision store he owned, but during
the nights, he was feeling so lonely and restive that he had
to find some or other works to keep him engaged, however
small it may be, so as to keep his mind away from the two
years of his wedded life. Seeing
television till 11‘o’ clock in the
night was beyond question and so
he simply sat in his house looking
at the darkness and listening the
various noises till sleep took hold
of him.

It was a friend who suggested
learning computer, when he heard
about the problem. And it was a
real solution. The friend taught the
basics of computer operations and
within a period of six months, he became able to operate it
independently. The friend had also helped him to have a
mail id, and Pradeep had insisted on adding the year 2008
as part of his id. He did not disclose the importance of the
year to his friend, but it was the year of his divorce.
Somehow, he felt it necessary to add the year with his mail
id.

The enormous possibilities of internet fascinated him
so much that he spent hours in front of it, searching and
finding items which interested and appealed to him. Prior
to this, he was not much interested in reading articles or
stories, but now it became his habit to search out emagazines
and websites, in order to read them. In course of
time, he collected the mail ids of some of his friends and
relatives and used to receive and send interesting mails to
them.

One day a friend sent to him an e-magazine with a lot
of stories and poems and articles. While going through it,
he saw an article about male-female relationship and when
he read it, he felt that certain points supported by the
author were against his knowledge and beliefs. He collected
the mail id of the writer from the magazine and sent a reply
explaining his points of view, expecting a sharp reply.
But when he opened the computer the next evening,
he was totally flabbergasted! Instead of giving a sharp
reply, the writer had stated that she - It was a female,
although the mail id did not give any clue of it – is a small
girl and do not know much about such things and what
she wrote was her opinion, which may not necessarily be
correct. He was so pleased with the humble reply that he
could not resist appreciating her for the nice presentation
of her views.

The friendship grew gradually and they used to
exchange pictures and articles and to comment about and
criticize them. She sent links of small articles and stories,
which she had written and published online, and he read
them with relish, always commenting in an appreciating
manner. They never discussed anything personal about
themselves and so it went on like an extraterrestrial
relationship between two souls living in different planets.
He always visualized her with a fondness as if she were a
sweet child and she reciprocated as if he was much elder to
her. Nothing personal ever interfered. A numinous,
supernatural relationship which gave him enormous
pleasure and he had reason to believe that she too felt so. A
celestial love filled his mind that he sometimes sat for
hours together thinking about her.

The relationship went on for three years. He felt so
happy at it that he once even wrote to her that he never
wanted a physical meeting between them, since it may
lessen the heavenly sweetness of their relationship. So
happy he was that he even began to think at times about
his divorced wife in a different way. Is it that she was
telling the truth? He had charged her of illicit relationship
with one rich man, who lived near her home. She had
denied it saying that it was a story cooked-up and
propagated by that man who had tried to molest her at his
home. She had escaped from there, but he took revenge on
her, spreading a rumour that she was his mistress. She
had told her parents about him but they could not do
anything except to get her married soon, since he was
immensely rich and powerful. Pradeep had believed her
version of the story in the beginning, but gradually his
elder brother’s wife poisoned the minds of the entire family
in such a way that he had no other go but to demand a
divorce. The hurry with which the marriage was arranged
by her parents became the necessary proof for them.
Moreover, they alleged, that if her version was true, her
parents or she herself would have disclosed it to them
earlier. Hiding such a thing itself means that it is not
manipulated, but true. And being afraid of the legal
proceedings and subsequent insult, her parents agreed for
a divorce with mutual consent. She was aged only twentytwo
then. And he was thirty five,
And one day he received a mail from her:
“It is time we have to discontinue this correspondence.
I am telling this because if I stop this without informing
you, you may think as to what happened to me and it will
make you sorrowful, I know. However, this holy
relationship will exist in our minds, I AM SURE.
I am getting married – in fact it is a re-marriage - on
15th May. I do not know how the man is going to be. And if
he is a person, who will be unable to realize the element of
sanctity and purity in our relationship, my wedded life will
again be a painful one, as was the first one. That is why I
want to discontinue this correspondence. Thanks for the
peace and pure happiness and affection you showered on
me.

Incidentally, I would like to let you know that the
name of my first husband was also Pradeep, as yours, as I
understand from your id. But the similarity ends there.
One gave me pure love and affection like a parent, while
the other gave me endless pain and sorrow.
I would also like you to know that the year 2008
shown in you id is the year when I was divorced. A miracle
perhaps, isn’t it?”

Her words brought a hitherto unknown pain in him. It
was not only due to the discontinuation of the
correspondence, he was sure, but something else. A pain of
repentance, flowing out from some hidden corner of his
mind, bringing some memories to the fore. The picture of
his wife, who looked totally innocent now, was clearly
visible in his mind’s eye now, making him grief-stricken.
Then he saw that she has sent another mail. He
opened it in a hurry. Only two words were there:
“Bless me.” And below that she had given her name
and address. The first time.
And it was the name and address of that girl whom he
had divorced!

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KRISHNA

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