Her room was locked; she was nowhere to be found. We had already searched the classrooms, the auditorium, the library, the canteen – everywhere there were chances of finding her. The time was already getting late for the hostel gates to be shut, and she was nowhere to be found. Her roommate had no idea where Priya was. Someone remembered that she always carried her mobile wherever she went; we now tried to reach her by phone.
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It was ringing, and ringing; but strange enough, Priya seemed to be in no mood to pick the call. Normally she would have picked it in the first few rings, especially if she saw it was me. Though not belonging to the same class, separated by geographies, we still had a warm relationship between us, and were pretty close to each other.
By now, it had started raining too. Our warden was a frail old lady, too weak to handle all this stress told us that she had a terrible headache and thought that maybe it was her blood pressure. We took over the situation and started operation search – the hunt for Priya.Â
Some construction work was happening in the annex building within the campus, and suddenly it occurred to me that we had not searched for her there. I immediately told my friends that I was going to look for her there and carried a torch with me as it had become pitch dark by then. Balancing an umbrella, a torch and trying to call Priya on her mobile, I reached the site and thought I saw a light flashing in the dark over there.
Rushing over, I found her lying in a pool of blood. The first thought that hit my mind was, she might have tripped on a stray rod or a stone and fell. I remember praying to God and hoping that it was nothing serious. By the time I realized that the slash on her wrist was self inflicted, the girls had broken into her room and found an empty bottle of sleeping pills.
The ruckus that followed cannot be described in words. We called for an ambulance, gave her some water with too much salt in it so as to make her vomit, convinced our warden that she could handle it and somehow got an unconscious Priya into the ambulance with me and our warden in tow. On the way, as her head was resting in my lap, she vomited a lot, slipped between consciousness and unconsciousness.
The first hospital that we went to refused to admit her and dressed the wound on her wrist and referred us to another one in a bigger city. Reaching the Big Hospital, as the doctors took her inside to tend to her wound and to wash her stomach, we had a tough time convincing the authorities not to register a police case, which was necessary because technically this was a suicide attempt, an offence punishable by law.
Cutting a long story short, the documents in the hospital claimed Priya as my sister, who had an ‘accident’ and thankfully, she was declared out of danger after almost 24 hours.
(This is a true incident and any names taken are fictional and cooked up to protect the privacy of the people involved.)
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u r a brave gal! glad the trouble passed away
Phew, no-one was more glad than me that it all ended up fine!
This is a scary story..I hate to even think of something like this happening to a loved one! But nicely penned Bhavya 🙂
Ohh it was scary beyond words back then. Now, I am surprised I could write about it without giving myself a panic attack. Thanks Kajal 🙂
I’m thankful for the good outcome.
Your life is filled with adventure . . May it all end in a satisfying manner.
Love & Love,
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Thank you for your good wish my friend. I am glad things were fine at the end of the day 🙂
I’m glad she’s okay. The incident told me a lot about you – all good! ♥
Ahh you read too much between the lines 🙂
Yikes, scary situation! You handled it well!
I was not sure we could manage it off smoothly. But then, all’s well that ends well 🙂
hey nice one
Thank you 🙂
Things like this do happen 🙁 Alas.
Yes they do, thankfully she is fine now 🙂
Bhavya, since you are such an ace at fiction, I read through this post, hoping it was another piece of fiction. Then I reached the end and read that it was all true. You are one brave girl for standing tall and strong at such a difficult time. I am glad it ended well. I hope your friend has realised that life is too precious to give up on oneself.
Well, she did realize that and now is a strong girl living her life well. Thank you for all the kind words 🙂
Oh my! That must have been some scary experience. Glad that all was well and you handled it so well.
Oh yes, it was all good at the end of the day.
Glad everything turned out all right. 🙂
Oh I know… it such a relief 🙂
You are really a brave person Bhavya. Hats off to you for handling the delicate situation. In these current times you very rarely get to see helpful people. I’m glad your friend is fine. Impressed 🙂
I am grateful to God, for making me sensible enough to think in those moments. Thank you Diana 🙂
I am happy it ended in life. The question is, did Priya receive treatment to heal her mental wounds?
Meera
Thank you for asking this question Meera, this was one thing I had purposefully omitted from my post.
We did go for counselling and cared for her mental health from the very next day. Now she is a very strong girl with a positive outlook towards the world.
Wow, wonderful and brave of you to do what you did. And with a lot of presence of mind too. A lot of people (possibly including myself) would just be too shocked and numbed to help (other than calling an ambulance of course).
Thank you for writing this. Apart from the story, it shows the warm side of humanity. One that we don’t get to see often enough.
Thank you so much Sir. I am a person who believes that God has already made our shoulders strong enough to face the obstacles in life, hence he would not give us more weight than we can take 🙂
Thank you for coming by.
Glad for the happy ending! 😀
Oh yeah 😀
I’m so glad things turned out. The way it was written, I thought it was fictional at first. But then I realized it had to be real because, well, it was so real!
Well, if you had been there with me in the situation, you would know how real the whole thing was!
Bhavya because its a true story I still have jitters. As a college student to bear such an incident is quite something!You literally gave the picture’s emergency every meaning of the same!
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