There are those who believe that, when I ended the last part of this love story, that I am me.
This is nonsense. I am not me at all. I am someone else. Does that make sense to you? Readers, please try and understand the unfailing logic behind this statement – I am not me. I am indeed, someone else.
Anyway, let me get back to Ira and Jay. Their story is waiting, and cannot be delayed on account of those who cannot understand that I am someone else.
I had closed the last part by saying that Jay had started to hear voices in his head, and that he was convinced that these were ghosts. The voices seem to become louder and louder in his head, and ever more insistent. He started to read up on ghosts, and the various theories that surround them. This had, in fact, become a bit of an obsession, and he started to avoid going to work. He grew his hair long, wore a beard, and started to dress in a torn kurta and jeans. All that was needed, was a set of beads, and soon enough these too appeared on his wrists.
Now, he looked like an Indian hippie from the 1970’s, and not walking around with a crazed look in his eyes, would sit on the hillside, chewing the stem of a flower with a look of bliss on his face.
His work came to a standstill, and Ira now had to manage the financial and household affairs. Her temper, never ‘long’ at the best of times, became shorter and shorter, and she started to behave in a most snappish fashion. She simply could not understand what Jay was saying most of the time, and would have been driven completely mad, if it were not for the presence of a long lost friend, who had appeared in their lives a short while ago.
She wondered what to do with Jay, and did consider getting him some psychological help. A psychologist came over, and so did an exorcist. She was willing to try anything.
Desparate, she spoke to everyone around her.
What was she to do? Love held true, but did love hold true when everything about her loved one seemed to change, and he seemed nothing like the person she knew and loved?
Doubts flayed her mind, and she lost weight. One day, she snapped.
She snarled at Jay one day, and insisted he go for a drive with her.
The destination was a long way off, and it was Ira who came back home alone.
Alone, but she knew she would not be lonely.