Intoxicated
Introvert
and shy. These two words had always defined Zara. Anywhere she went, people
used to say “She is so shy!” and “She speaks so less!” She was tired of being
the girl who always stood on the sidelines. Like the silent spectators of a
play. Watching, listening, and observing – but someone who never had a role to
play on the stage.
Then one
fine day adolescence came knocking on the door of her life. She took its eager
hands in hers. That was the day she missed the bend on the road and fell off
the cliff. It was a long way down.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!” The
same lyrics, the same tune, year after year, but still it brings a smile to our
faces when our friends, family sing the song.
“I wonder why it is so.” wondered Zara as she cut the
cake to the clapping and cheering of her friends. Her parents were standing by
her side, smiling happily. It was her 16th birthday. Balloons and
streamers decorated the brightly lit room. All her friends were there, smiling,
laughing and talking. But Zara’s mind was elsewhere. “It has been 3 hours since
the last joint” she thought. She was feeling restless. She knew she would not
last long without her “rolls”. That’s what she called them. Those cigarettes
which had been hidden very carefully – in a tiny box taped to the underside of
her bed.
A tap on her shoulder jerked her back to the present.
“What?” she snapped as she turned around to see who it was. “Good evening to
you too” said Vishal with an amused look on his face. Zara rolled her eyes.
“What do you want?” she asked, not very politely.
“Nothing. Just wanted to give you this.” he said as he
placed a beautifully wrapped present in her hands. “Happy birthday Zara.” He
said with a smile and walked away. Zara watched his back with an annoyed look
on her face. She glanced at the present in her hands and carelessly plopped it
in the growing pile of gifts on the table.
Soon the party was over and all her friends had left.
“Finally I can retreat to my room.” Zara thought, feeling relieved. Mumbling
good night to her parents she hastily went to her room and locked the door.
Quickly she pulled out her treasured box, took out a cig, lighted it and took a
long puff. Standing by the large window that overlooked the garden, she slowly
slipped into an intoxicating euphoria as the marijuana took over her senses.
The next morning, Zara woke up to the sound of loud
and urgent knocks on her door. She blinked as she tried to get out of bed and
walk towards the door stumbling on her way. Her mother was standing outside,
with a worried look on her face. “I’ve been knocking for so long Zara! It is
past noon. Now hurry up and get ready, your friends have come to meet you.”
Zara went through her morning routine languidly and
took an hour to come down and meet her friends. Vishal and Richa had come. The
atmosphere was tense. Vishal had a stern look on his face while the usual
bright smile was missing from Richa’s face. “Hey guys.” Zara greeted them as
she picked up an apple from the fruit basket. “What’s up?”
“We need to talk.” said Vishal. “Let’s go outside.”
The three of them walked towards the lawn and sat down
on their favorite spot on the grass, near the worn out swing. They had been
friends for as long as they could remember. Childhood memories were filled with
rolling on the grass, playfully chasing one another and taking turns on the
swing.
“Anybody wants to have a go on the swing?” Vishal
asked half smiling. Richa looked at Zara but she had a distant look on her face
and was lost in thought. “Earth to Zara.” Richa said as she poked Zara’s
shoulder. “Uh... What?” Zara responded, absent mindedly.
“Zara.”
“Yes Vishal?”
“Have you been talking to Raghav lately?”
Zara froze.
“Don’t try to deny. I have seen you meeting him after
school since the past two weeks. What for do you talk with that good for
nothing boy?”
Raghav was a classmate of theirs. He was infamous
throughout the school. Bad grades, misbehaviour, arrogant… he was a disgrace as
his teachers often used to say. He did not have any friends in school. Moreover,
it was a well-known “secret” that he took drugs. But he was lonely.
“Raghav was right! Nobody understands people like us.”
Zara shouted at Vishal. “What?” Vishal said, stunned. Richa stared at her.
“What are you talking about Zara?” Richa whispered. “People like you will never
understand us, because you are normal. You
lead a perfect life and do not go through the same problems as we do. But some
of us aren’t so lucky.” And saying so, Zara got up and walked away in a huff.
Vishal and Richa could only look as she went inside
the house and slammed the door behind her. Their best friend was acting like a
stranger.
A week after that incident they found out that Zara
had been buying drugs from Raghav. They were caught after school hours by the
Principal. Both of them were suspended from school for a month. But Raghav did
not come back. His parents shifted him to a new school. While Zara spent some time
at a rehabilitation centre before coming back. Her parents took their time out
of their busy lives and spent quality time with her. In those few days, they
probably learnt more about each other than they had in 16 long years. Vishal
and Richa visited as often as possible. They brought her things she loved, made
her laugh with their silly antics and listened to her as she started to open up
slowly again. Within two months, Zara recovered. But she had changed a lot –
for the better. She was no longer the quiet girl. With the help of her
well-wishers, she gradually came out of her shell and broke down the walls
which she had built up over such a long time.
Marijuana for her was a place to hide. Sometimes it
made her paranoid and impotent, but mostly it just made her withdrawn. But she
had overcome all of that.
She never needed the drug again to escape to another
world. Her own world was lit up with happiness again.
Submitted by
Muktaparna Boruah
A6429713002
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