Pensense

It is a long and arduous journey from the ruins to rooftops. Everyone has a turn to be on the "rooftops." And it's now Tanya's turn. 

     She has spent most of her life with Tina who she saw as her mother, little did she know. Her father had died a mysterious death some years back and they lived convincing themselves that he had died of cancer. Tanya and her mother had lived peacefully all these years till now, when her love life became an entrance for trouble. She meets people she had never known and gets more confused to find out they are in one way or the other related to her. She becomes an international wanted person in secret organizations due to some reason she doesn't know, except for the fact that these obscure reasons points to her father. She is left with two critical  questions: "why me?" and "why now?"

     "Life tests you with your greatest virtue." An old Sufi proverb said. Sometimes, what we think is an end is not. It's indeed a bend. It takes Tanya almost her life to realize this.

TANYA'S TURN: From Ruins to Rooftops

It had been on a Friday. She had come out of her room, ready for anything Tina would have wanted to say. Tina had been sipping on a glass of milk before she had entered the living room. It had been colder to Tanya.


     "Mum, I'm sorry for last night..." she had said, feeling the guilt of shutting her mother out of her life... "...I just needed some time alone." ...and her room.


     "It's fine," Tina had said, smiling over a glass of milk. 


     "So how did you get the note?" Tanya had asked. She had hoped to get a clue on who was behind this act. She would call it an immature act but then...


     "A kid had brought the note to me yesternoon, had said some lady asked him to bring it to this house..." She dropped the empty glass of milk before explaining. 


     Tina had asked the kid who had given him and the kid had tried pointing to a place where he had claimed a lady had called him to her car.


     "Well, maybe she's gone." Tina had said. "Are those your friends?" She had pointed across the road at some boys in a basketball court.


     "Jamie," he had replied. "Can I go?"


     "Oh yes, go play with your friends."


     "But the letter?" He had enquired.


     "Mind your business and get lost, old kid!" Tanya had wished she had said that to the boy that morning. She had sighed when Tina had told her what she had said instead:


     "Don't worry, it's from a friend, I guess." She had examined the envelope which had an inscription in bold letters saying:


     "To the Waynes; open, read and obey."


CHAPTER 5: SO HOW DID YOU GET THE NOTE?