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[Short Story] A Time to Confess

Madhavi was born during the week she had viral fever. Left alone at home by her working parents, with only the maid for company, she made the PC her best friend. Madhavi was the online persona she had created to amuse herself till she could get better and go back to her hostel & friends. As a joke she sketched Madhavi as complete anti-thesis of herself. So was born Madhavi a shy introvert with long hair, dark eyed & with a dimpled smile. Getting on to a popular chat room she was deluged with chat offers from various people and she felt on top of the world.

Soon she found herself chatting with a captain from the Indian Army who was extremely charming with a great sense of humor. He rarely seemed to cross step the line of decency yet regaled her with interesting anecdotes and soon completely encroached on her attention. His subtle sense of humor made her laugh while his worldly intelligence had her awed. She told him stories of her college life & friends without revealing much of herself while he confessed later that he was no captain but was a manager with an MNC.

He requested to see her picture. Continuing the fun she was having she found an old picture of herself which she modified to match her description with the help of Photoshop. Sending this picture she asked the Captain (She still referred him as captain) to return the favour.

Their growing intimacy of friendship made him confess that he was actually very ill and that he was keeping his illness a secret from his family. He loved his family a lot and could not bear to destroy their lives by disclosing that he was HIV positive. It was just a week since she had known Captain and she was completely devastated to hear this piece of news. She pleaded with him to see his photo, which he had reluctantly sent. Opening the jpg picture she was stunned to see the smiling face of her father. This had to be a cruel joke or some kind of a nightmare!

She did not know how to react to the knowledge she had just gained. Painfully she realized that her father was actually so cool and that she had never taken the time to get to know him. And now it was too late.

Her heart broke to think of all that could have been. But Madhavi had destroyed her completely. All that mattered to her in life had been snatched away in one cruel week. 'What do I have left?' she thought bitterly, as the tears wet her carefully manicured fingers.

But she soon knew there was something more. There was one thing yet to be done. It shocked her that she was even thinking of doing such a thing. 'I really can't do this,' she told herself. But she knew it was the only way... She had to do it, however painful it was.

She will confess to her dad tonight.

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