CALM AND POSSESSED
“She appears so calm,
so possessed…”
The judge couldn’t help
wondering as he gazed with reluctant admiration at Laya.
She was there in the
box- allegedly a victim of rape and abuse at the hands of Vij- who was standing
there leering mockingly at her.
His lawyer had made out
a neat defense with all required supporting arguments and papers. The
clinching evidence in the defense side was a piece of medical paper, signed by
some medical practitioner that everything was 'normal' about her.
Now it was mocking time
for the suspect and the defense lawyer as they took turns at leering and
laughing aloud at her and her lawyer for their utter failure in establishing
anything.
“Want to say
something?” asked the judge, with ill concealed kindness.
“Just that I had never
seen this bloke before he attacked me, and I am in my senses perfectly. So no
Earthly motive can be attributed to me for this allegation on him.”
Defense shouted, “But
this paper, after a thorough medical examination says everything about you is
normal…evidence is everything, is it not, your honour?”
His Honour could only
nod, though reluctantly.
“Look, she appears so
calm and possessed, the witch!” said Vij, evoking another bout of derisive
laughter.
On hearing the word
‘possessed’, there was a sudden transformation in Laya.
Things happened so fast
thereafter that even the people present there couldn’t really vouch for it
under oath.
Laya seemed to close
her eyes for a few seconds and apparently pray…some people said they clearly
heard the word ‘Devi’, meaning Goddess. When she opened her eyes, she looked
like a fiery demon, possessed, others
said.
There was a sudden,
violent, lightning movement as she seemed to spring out her box like a wounded
tigress. She was so fast, almost superhumanly fast, so that no one could
restrain her. There was a haze of light, an aura kind of thing, which obscured
clear vision for a short spell in the courtroom.
Only some blood
curdling screams were heard. By the time, things cleared up, Laya was back in
her box, smiling nonchalantly.
Vij and the defense
lawyer were seen lying in a pool of blood, throats neatly, professionally slit.
***
Many weeks later:
It was Laya’s murder
trial.
Laya’s defense lawyer
was at his eloquent best, “No one in the courtroom is able to say clearly what
happened. Laya was seen in her own box, so calm and possessed. There was no
murder weapon or blood on her person.”
Then he waved a piece
of paper at the judge, “Further, your Honour, here it says she is normal,
doesn’t it? Evidence is everything, is it not, your Honour?”
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