The Girl of Tulasi Vanam
The sun has just rose in the Coimbatore, birds were chirping and the gentle smell of jasmine flowers came through the air. In the middle of Tulasi Vanam Park a young lady was planting a sapling, her eyes were showing love towards the sapling and her hands were covered in mud. Meenakshi, in a simple cotton salwar knelt in the ground and felt peace when she planted it. Gently watered the plant and whispered “Grow well okay”.
Around her, children from the nearby orphanage were laughing and playing. She smiled and handed a pack of biscuit to one of them from her cloth bag.
“Eat slowly, Kanna.”
She, an orphanage volunteer works at a coffee shop. No matter how tired she is, she always comes to this park. It was her only safe space and her only place of peace, in a noisy world next to her friend priya.
People in the neighbourhood respected her, but no one knew her full story. Behind her calm smile was a girl who had once faced the darkest moments and survived.
Her friend Priya rushed in with a newspaper. “Meenu! Meenu! There is a big problem. Look here!” – Her eyes were showing the newspaper.
The headline read: “Famous Architect Indhrajith Ravichandran going to build a Resort in Tulasi vanam (a private park)”
Meenakshi was puzzled and stood up slowly.
“They can’t… this park is not just trees and mud. It’s life. “
“Let him come,” she whispered, clutching the paper tight, “This time, I won’t be silent.”
She looked into Priya and said come let’s get ready we have work to do.
It was late in the evening, an old warehouse on the outskirts of Bangalore. The air was cold and silent. A man tied to a metal chair in the centre of the room. The man was sweating and shaking in fear even in the cold weather.
Diesel smell comes across the entrance and a “Blue BMW SUV” enters in. The Man’s body shivers hearing the footsteps echoed in the room.
His mouth whispered in fear “Indhrajith”.
