Hi! I'm Olivia. I'm a famous psychiatrist. I live alone in an apartment in Uttara. I live here mainly because of my work. The apartment I live in is very quiet. Everyone here is busy with their own work. Almost everyone is employed. I'm no exception. That's why I don't have much acquaintance with anyone here. I don't even know who my neighbors are. So, as usual, after finishing my work today, I sat down to write my diary in the middle of the night. You could say, this diary is my only companion here, with whom I share all my joys and sorrows, likes and dislikes. In this busy life of mine, my companion diary's contribution is immense. Expressing various thoughts in the diary gives me a different kind of relief. So today, as usual, I sat down to write in my diary.
Today is April 13th, Saturday. The day is no different to me than any other day. However, today's weather is not very good. The stormy weather of the new moon night has increased its intensity. However, I quite like such storms. Because on such days, one can enjoy an extra day off. As a doctor, I can't always take time off, but no one can stop me from enjoying a stormy day off. That's why my favorite season is summer. Because even during the monsoon, the storms don't rage as much as they do in the stormy month of Boishakh.
I couldn't finish my writing. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. But who would come so late at night? Moreover, I don't know anyone who would come to me in their trouble. Additionally, there was only one knock on the door. So I thought it might be a figment of my imagination. So I sat down to write in my diary again.
But after a while, I heard the door knock again. This time the sound didn't stop. Rather, it became louder and louder. This time I sat up a little. The door knocking seemed to be ringing in my head. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 3:33 and 33 seconds. An exact calculation. I heard that this is called 'Devil's Hour'. On top of that, today is the new moon. Ghosts supposedly have a favorite day. But being a rational person, I don't believe in ghosts. So I wasn't afraid of ghosts. But the door knocking didn't stop. I got scared. Maybe it's a burglar. So I tried to call the police. But the weather was so bad that there was no emergency network in the area which always has 4G network. So, despite repeated attempts, my efforts failed. How bad is my luck!
However, just as suddenly as the door knocking started, it suddenly stopped. I am sure the door was knocked for at least 15 minutes. The unbearable loud noise gave me a severe headache. However, I was calm thinking that whatever burglar had come, he had fled.
With a severe headache, I couldn't sit anymore. On one hand, the headache, and on the other hand, thinking about the burglar who had just fled. I felt uneasy. So I went to the washroom to freshen up. Suddenly, I looked at the mirror and saw that someone had written with blood, 'I'm back'. It seemed like this handwriting was very familiar to me. But the writing didn't last long. It was soon erased. Being a good psychiatrist, I understood that I was hallucinating. So I quickly freshened up and went back to bed.
To give myself peace of mind, I started listening to music. But for some reason, my mobile started hanging today. It's a brand new mobile. I bought it just yesterday. But I couldn't understand why it was disturbing me today. I felt like smashing the mobile now. But suddenly the mobile started working on its own. The mobile was touching itself instead of being touched by me. I know that such problems often occur in mobiles. It's called 'Ghost Touching'. But it has some specific reasons. Like, if the mobile is very old or if water falls on it. But neither happened in my case. So the behavior of the mobile was very annoying. Suddenly the power went out. There seems to be no end to the troubles today. Suddenly, I saw a very old piece of paper lying next to me. But it wasn't there a while ago. Suddenly, a call came from an unknown number on the mobile. My silly mobile received it on its own. Not only that, it also put the call on loudspeaker so that I could hear it well. I couldn't cut the call, and no one was speaking from the other end. My temper went through the roof. After approximately 5 minutes, the person on the other side said, 'I told you I would come back. And now I am back at last. I am back! Back!!' What does it mean? It's four in the morning. And someone called me just to say these foolish things. I thought of cursing. It's four in the morning. First, they said nothing after calling. Finally, they spoke only two sentences. Just as I was about to say something, the call was cut off. But no matter how bad my mood was, I realized it was the voice of someone I knew. But who would want to have fun so late at night?
Whatever it is, after a while the power came back and the mobile also got fixed. But where is the newspaper I saw? I looked a little further and saw the paper was kept on the table.
Curiously, I went to the table to read what was written on the paper. I saw that it was written in big letters, 'Missing first medical student Kotha.'
Kotha, I have known her since childhood. She is my only enemy. Although I never expressed it, she was always a thorn in my side as long as she lived.
In childhood, she always stayed ahead of me by a few marks in everything. Everyone loved her. Even my parents. Teachers' favorite, the ideal child in my parents' eyes, the pride of the neighborhood to the neighbors. In the midst of all this, did I have any place?
I remember once in childhood, my exam was canceled because I tried to help her in the exam. Back then, Kotha could have spoken up for me. But she didn't. Instead, she framed me. Every time Kotha tried to cheat in the exam, I would get caught. Because I sat behind her. I don't know how she always managed to escape and put the cheat sheets under my desk or in my notebook.
However, once Kotha did get caught cheating in the exam. But where was her fault in this? It was all my fault, wasn't it? She acted as if I forced her to bring the cheat sheets. And she was always the best in everyone's eyes. So who would believe my words? So this time too, I got caught. I had to see myself getting humiliated again in everyone's eyes. Fate! What could I do?
But that was in the past, in childhood. Did Kotha's behavior change this time? When we took the medical exam, I helped Kotha a lot in the exam. As a result, she didn't even say a single letter to me. After the results were published, I saw that Kotha scored just one mark more than me and became the first in the whole medical school. And I became the second. But if I hadn't helped her, she couldn't have made it into the medical school. Kotha knew this very well. When I came home, I told my parents and neighbors about our results. No one was interested in my results. Everyone just wanted to know about Kotha's results. Even then, I told them about my results. They weren't very proud of my results, but they were proud of Kotha's results. They all thought I had copied from Kotha. But the reality was completely the opposite. I naturally felt envious of the enthusiasm and celebration of the neighborhood regarding Kotha's results.
The place where I was supposed to be, the love and respect that I was supposed to get, Kotha took it all away from me.On top of that, Kotha labeled me as a cheat! Wow! What a beautiful reward for my help. From school life to college life, even in the medical entrance exams, I helped her so much. Is this the reward?
So slowly, the jealousy turned into hatred, and I didn't realize when it happened.