On April 14, 2004, the eighth grade class of Saraswati Vidya Niketan School in New Delhi planned an educational trip to the Aravalli Hills. It was a routine trip, part of the annual science and nature study program. The atmosphere that day was quite normal; no one imagined that this day would cast a deep shadow on the school’s entire generation.
Among the students was Priya Mehta, a quiet, responsible, and academically intelligent 14-year-old girl. She always wrote down all her notes in a diary marked with a red dot and never forgot it at home.
The trip began without any problems. The teachers divided the students into two groups to explore the hills by different routes and later reconvene at the main site. Priya was in the group led by the young teacher, Miss Reena, who had only been at the school for two years.
On the way, near a small pond and slippery rocks, Reena asked the students to stop and regroup. Only then did they realize a student was missing.
—”Has anyone seen Priya?”—they asked, trying to remain calm.
There was no response. Some thought she might have moved on, others assumed she might be taking notes in her diary about some plants or flowers. All this had happened in less than ten minutes, but Reena’s heart was pounding.
The initial search lasted about half an hour. Calls were raised, teachers ran in different directions, and classmates cried. When they couldn’t find her anywhere, the school administration informed the nearest police. By noon, officers, dogs, and volunteers had joined the search in the area. But no trace was found—no bag, no diary with a red dot, no fresh footprints on the pond’s bank. As if the earth had swallowed her.
For the next several days, helicopters were flown, and mountain search teams searched every path and every ravine. Priya’s parents went on television and pleaded for information. Media pressure mounted, and the police began investigating all possibilities: accident, voluntary elopement, kidnapping. But none of them quite fit. There was no reason for Priya to run away, nor any signs of mental stress. The group was away from dangerous areas. And there was no evidence of abduction.
A week later, Priya’s name became the talk of the town. Speculation and rumors spread across the country, sometimes absurd and sensational. But over time, the case cooled down. New news, new controversies, and other events overshadowed Priya’s disappearance. The case remained “unsolved.”
But twenty years later, in 2024, an unexpected phone call brought everything back to life.
On October 3, 2023, retired Inspector Ajay Malhotra received a call from his old police colleague. They had worked together on several cases, including the 2003 Priya Mehta case—a case that always felt like a personal failure for Malhotra. His friend, Ravi, sounded strained and almost incredulous.
—”Ajay, something has been found… You won’t believe it. It’s related to the Priya Mehta case.”
Malhotra felt as if twenty years had vanished in an instant. His hand trembled slightly as he listened on the phone. Ravi explained that a climber had found a diary with a red dot, kept in an old, torn plastic bag, hidden under a rock in a remote area, about five kilometers from the trail where Priya disappeared. The climber mistook it for trash and handed it to the police, but upon opening the diary, agents immediately recognized the name and handwriting on the first page: Priya M.
The diary was slightly damaged, but several notes were legible—dates, drawings of plants, brief thoughts… and an incomplete line that became the first clue to the mystery ahead:
“I shouldn’t have come alone with her…”
It was explosive. A mystery that had never been addressed in the original investigation.
Malhotra headed towards the Aravalli mountains with fear in his heart. The area where the diary was found was not included in the area searched in 2003, which meant it was clear: someone had placed it there. Either someone placed the diary there years later, or Priya had reached the spot herself. Both possibilities were terrifying.
While examining the diary, Malhotra noticed something that others had overlooked: small marks on the final pages, as if she had applied pressure while writing on a hard, rough surface. This indicated that she was writing not in the open forest, but in a confined or temporary space. The final pages also showed changes in pen pressure, indicating stress and fear.
To move forward, Ajay Malhotra had to reconstruct the final events of that day. He met with the teachers and students who still lived nearby. Many had families of their own; for some, just hearing Priya’s name was emotionally moving. One person in particular, Karan Sharma, Priya’s classmate and one of the last people to see her, offered unexpected insight.
—”That morning, Priya had an argument with someone… I don’t know if I should say this, but it wasn’t a student. It was an adult. Someone from the park staff.”
The name came with difficulty: Ravindra Pathak, a forest guard posted in the area in 2003. He was never considered a suspect because his alibi seemed strong: he said he was monitoring a remote part of the park all day.
What if that alibi was false?
Malhotra tracked down Ravindra Pathak, who now lived alone on the outskirts of a small village. When the former inspector arrived at his doorstep, the forest guard looked uneasy and tense, as if he had been waiting for this meeting for years.
—”Why has this case come back now…?”—he said softly, avoiding Malhotra’s gaze.
The former inspector knew there was something more. Much more.
And the diary with the red dot was only the first clue.
The meeting was planned for several days, when finally Ravindra Pathak agreed to speak alone. His face was wrinkled, his eyes tired—he seemed to be constantly under stress. They were called to a small, closed picnic shed, off-season. There, without any witnesses, the conversation began.
—”You know why I’m here,” Malhotra said, and placed the diary with the red dot on the table.
Pathak looked at it as if it were evidence from a past time.
—”I thought it would never be found…”—he said softly—”I didn’t leave it there.”
The former inspector was careful: he never denied having the diary. Carefully, Malhotra asked him to recall the entire incident of April 14, 2003. Initially, Pathak repeated the official version. But within minutes, the stiffness of his answer began to crack.
Finally, he took a deep breath.
—”Okay… I’ll tell you. But understand: I didn’t intend to harm anyone.”
He explained that he’d seen Priya that morning. She had gone a little way from the group, taking pictures of flowers near the pond. They approached and warned that the area could be dangerous. According to Pathak, Priya panicked, slipped, and fell down the slope. Her head hit a rock, and she fell unconscious.
—”I could have called for help,” he said in a broken voice, “but I froze. I thought people would say it was my fault. I picked her up and took her to look for a mobile signal, but the area was completely deserted. Then I panicked.”
Instead of taking Priya to the teachers immediately, they took her to an abandoned old hunter’s shed three kilometers away so she could rest and they could think about what to do. But the situation worsened. Priya briefly regained consciousness, confused, and unable to stand. Pathak gave her water and tried to calm her down, but didn’t know how to handle her injuries. During that time, Priya wrote in her diary that she wanted to return to her class.
—”I… was scared. Very scared. The girl worsened throughout the afternoon. And by evening… she stopped breathing.”
Malhotra listened silently, without reacting. His mind kept doubting: was he telling the truth or was this just the most convenient story? He asked why he hadn’t reported the accident.
—”I was scared. I buried his body near the shed and cleaned up everything I could. I threw away the diary… or so I thought. Someone found it years later.”
—”Who?”—Malhotra asked.
—”I don’t know. But… I never went there again.”
Having recorded this confession, Malhotra secretly contacted the police. Two days later, a mountaineering team led Pathak to the exact location and investigated. They found skeletal remains, pieces of clothing, and an old water bottle. DNA testing confirmed the essential truth: these were Priya Mehta’s remains.
The case created a media storm. Twenty years later, the truth was revealed. There was no kidnapping, no premeditated murder, no secret conspiracy. There was only human error, fear, panic, and negligence. Ravindra Pathak was arrested on charges of negligent homicide and concealment of evidence. Priya’s family thanked Malhotra for never giving up his search for the truth.
In January 2024, when the trial had not yet begun, Malhotra visited the Aravalli Hills for the last time. He took with him a copy of the restored diary with the red dot. He placed it on a rock and silently left it. The mountain air seemed to carry it away, as if it had been buried for twenty years. Whispering a tale of crime, fear, and silence.
The truth, finally, has been revealed.
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