By Neel Anil Panicker
“STOP. Strictly no touching. Hands off the table”.
Edrin lifted his shaggy dog eared eyes and looked to his left, at the prison guard.
‘Damn’t, can’t he turn blind, at least for a moment’, he muttered, as he locked eyes with Diana.
The two were at the Cochin Central Jail, at its Visitors’ Gallery, to be precise.
‘Darling, I hate to see you here. Guess what, the world outside has turned sour and odourless without you’.
Edrin scratched the back of his neck, and then poked at his nose furiously, all gestures she correctly assessed as indicative of his extreme irritability.
His shoulders hunched forward like a massive oncoming wave, riding up and down his collar bone__a massive JCB machine gone off the rails.
“Listen, next week. I want me out, okey?”
Despite the guard’s proximity, he’d managed to keep his voice, a mere whisper, audible enough for her to hear his mangled words.
Leaning forward, Diana asked, “Tell me what needs to be done and it’ll be done”.
Her eyes were split wide open, the eyebrows arched upwards to their maximum, the pupils of her eyes two little limpid pools.
Edrin raised his head and looked around with practised nonchalance.
Barring two other white robed inmates and their respective visitors besides a couple of guards, the oblong shaped hall was empty, it being closer to end of visiting hours.
His eyes fell on the calendar the hung on the wall opposite him.
“July 21. Three days from now. 1600 hours. Northern periphery flanking Gate No. 6.”
As Diana pursed her lips open to say something, he ended, “Remember to drive down in a jeep. Sit tight, knees to the ground, and await my signal”.
“That’s enough. Time’s up. Go back to your cells”, barked the guard as the two locked eyes, secretive smiles playing on their lips, before turning their backs and heading away in opposite directions.
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