An email, a letter, a draft, an application, a judgment and some research said the mighty “to do list”. With all the stolen determination she had, she began. But she stopped after the first or the second job. She pleaded before her brain to proceed but it tenaciously hung up. It was an incomprehensible and indefatigable nothingness. Suddenly, she had the feeling of letting go as if a massive talon of disgrace was withdrawn somewhere. Then there was respite and her eyes were moist. Gradually the little wetness burgeoned into a ravaging storm of tears. But even that storm was comforting. May be it would wash away the longing for that unshared joy, that unlaughed laughter, that unclaimed kiss, that unreciprocated embrace and that unmade love. She then grabbed the keypad continued typing:

IN THE HIGH COURT OF ORISSA: CUTTACK

COPET……../2015