"Open the door,” I screamed, “Please let me out.”

No answer.

“You can’t keep me locked here forever.”

No answer.

“Open the door. Is anyone here?”

This time I was close to tears and my voice was breaking. I desperately beat on the closed door to escape from that room. I hit the door repeatedly with the chair in my room to break it. I tried all means but there was no way of escape from that trap.
Dejectedly I sunk to the floor unable to think of a solution to the danger I was in. If my parents came back, it would be the end of my quest to meet him.

Earlier the day I had caught a glimpse of Dmitriy in the television. He was a star now. He was coming to ‘GUM’, a long-established, three storied shopping arcade in the heart of the Moscow city. It was a really posh place with international brands and he was coming there for the promotion of his new film ‘Birthday’.

I didn’t want anything specific, just a glimpse of him would have satisfied me and I would have been happy for him. I would like to see if he had really moved on, as I had wanted him to. Overall the truth was, my heart wanted to get a glimpse of him before I distanced myself from his life forever. My heart knew that that encounter would be our last. After that I and he will never meet. I had promised that to myself secretly.

Only if my parents knew. Only if I knew they would go to that extreme to stop me.

My mother on seeing the cup hit the floor had decided there was something wrong. Her natural aversion for him flared up on seeing him again on TV after so many years. She knew immediately that I wanted to meet him, something she strongly detested. After what state I had been in, she wanted his shadow to never fall on my life. She was not at all interested in why I was going to meet him. Her overprotectiveness drew her to do the extreme.

She sent me to the bedroom on the pretext of bringing a bottle of water for her. No sooner had I entered, than she locked me from outside. She wanted to keep me captive so that I forget about meeting him altogether.

Now my parents were gone and I had no doubt where. They would go straight to the hospital, show my prescriptions and bring in a team to subdue me and sedate me again so that I lose the opportunity to meet him.

No. This was too much to bear. I won’t spend the rest of my life sedated and drugged to ease my pain. I will fight my pain with my own strength and move on with my life by myself. My own parents were not supportive. They wanted me to spend my life in that passive, drugged state, to waste my life in unconsciousness. Never! I was a fighter and I knew it.

“Get up,” I said to myself, “You need to get to him. You need to clear things in your life, once and for all.”

Teared threatened to spill, once I looked around and assessed my surroundings. I was in a small room with no means of escape. No outlet except a door which was locked beyond hope. I scanned the room for any sign of a heavy enough object to break the door. Nope.

Okay, if there is no way to break the door, what about the window?

I rushed to the window. It was an ornately carved metal frame with  crystal glass panes. Fortunately I had not booked an AC room. So the window could be opened.

I carefully slid back the bolts, threw it open and looked down at the backyard of the hotel. It was like a small garden with thick bushes. It could somewhat cushion my fall, I hoped.

I was on the third floor. Perfect! It was a real death trap. If I fell, even the bushes won’t be able to save me. Huh! Death! Death is an old friend. I had experienced pain worse than death in my life. Death failed to scare me any longer. Rather death seemed to be something which I came by and ignored daily in my life.
I came back from the window into the room. My heart was beating fast. What I was going to do was very dangerous.

Was it even worth the risk to my life?

Yes it was.

What will I achieve?

Well to meet him was my desire and I wanted it to be my destiny.

I steeled my heart. Snatching up the bedsheets and the blankets, I tied them all end to end. Then I dropped them out of the window.

Too short.

I opened my suitcase and took out all my dresses. My jeans and tees, my scarves, all were linked in a chain. Finally putting all my money in the suitcase and putting the key in my pocket, I came to the window.

With utmost caution, I dropped the suitcase and it hit the grassy ground with a soft thud. Then I lowered my homemade rope. It was just appropriate. Carefully I checked all the links and the knots. Then I tied one end to the leg of the cot in the room and threw the other end out of the window.

With a prayer on my lips I climbed on to the window sill and gave the rope a tug. The bed did not budge. Fine.

I jumped down without looking further and the rope strained with my weight but fortunately didn’t break. I heaved a sigh of relief. Now the trickier part was to climb down. I never had such experiences in my life. I was the worst at sports in school.

Maneuvering my body and using both my hands and legs I tried to slide down. Catching the knots between my feet I dragged my body down the rope. Twice I was saved from falling.

Finally the last lap.

I was still some five feet from the ground. But I had to jump. My heart literally was jumping in my mouth. Closing my eyes I just let go.

For a moment I felt like hurtling down a stone in space. My fall was intercepted by the bushes and a while later, satisfied that I was alive, I emerged from the bushes covered with leaves and twigs. Brushing them off, I collected my suitcase and looked up once more at the window.

Finally I was free. Free from family bonding, free from all ties, free to fly, free to go anywhere and free to fulfill my heart’s desire. I was going to meet him.

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