01-04-2020, 10:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2020, 05:13 PM by garamrohan. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
There was something in his eyes…
Divya noticed it the moment she opened door for him..
That was one sunny sunday and Ghosh babu was at home. He had just returned from the garden he had been maintaining next to the house taking out time from the weekend chores. In fact, his love for nature only convinced him to seek his career staying at a small village near Basanti. So despite being hard worker and to some extend greedy guy, he had reserved Sunday for his gardening; and of course, for his family.
He owned a computer training center at Basanti. He occasionally taught there too, along with the faculty he hired. That left him ample of time to spend with the family. Luckily, he bumped into Divya - woman he dreamed of… He met her in a marriage function where her first sight stole his heart and the next moment he was down. Why would such a gorgeous, well educated girl choose me as her husband? He thought. He frankly said same to a relative of his who brought marriage proposal of Divya for him.
“But she is affirmative,” He said, “She has already seen you in some function.”
That was the best moment of his life and why won’t be? Just imagine the joy of knowing somebody you felt lovely have same feelings towards you.
When Ghosh babu first disclosed this thought to her on their honeymoon, she lovingly pinched his nose and embraced him, resting her head on his chest.
“It’s true that I liked you at our first meeting itself. But I said yes because I believe in you. I know you will love me, take care of me, forever. After all, it’s you I got married to...not the place.”
“Yes… who?”
“Is Ghosh babu at home?” He calmly enquired. His cold eyes quickly whirled over her body. She noticed it, but his face was so plain that she didn’t feel like taking on him.
“Who’s there? Oh... you. I forgot your name.” Ghosh babu came to the door behind Divya.
“Ji... myself Paresh.” He readjusted the belt of bag he was carrying over his back. A black coloured drawing sheet container was peeking out through the bag.
“Yeah... right. Mr. Paresh… please welcome.” Ghosh babu lead him to the sofa.
Divya stood at the door, clueless. As he passed by her, he looked at her through the corner of the eyes. At least she felt so.
“Divya darling, tea please.” Following the order from Ghosh babu she went to kitchen. She was feeling uneasy in her own home. Surprisingly, sky became cloudy and dulled the fresh bright morning sunlight. As she served them tea, she overheard them.
“So this, you have to stick to. Not a day late…” Ghosh babu was resting casually on the sofa. “10th of every month,” he continued.
“Don’t take me wrong, but to be frank I don’t think you are capable of paying this much of rent and...” Ghosh babu tried his best not to seem offending.
“No, I will manage, sir. Trust me. I make some money through selling the paintings. Enough to keep me alive.”
Ghosh babu looked unconvinced. Tapping fingers on the handrest he looked at the raindrops that started to break down from the sky.
“Give me some deposit.” He said taking sip of tea.
Paresh took out 500 Rs. note from his pocket; crumbled and with oily stains over it.
“Puahhh…. this is just a month’s rent. What I will do with this?” Ghosh babu’s fingers were still playing tabla on handrests.
“Please sir… trust me.” He put hands to his bag and pulled out some papers. These are some of my F.D.s... will sum to around twenty thousand altogether. Please keep them with you if you want… This is all I have sir, I am not lying… see.” with this he opened of the bag and poured it upside down. His painting material fell down. His colour box, some clips, pins and several brushes.
Brushes rolled all the way to the room. Paresh rushed to collect them. The brushes were really antic with their colour left out and disgusted by stains of different colour. Judging by his brushes, one wouldn’t have called him professional. With very uncommon vintage design, his brushes looked ages old. Yet, surprisingly, tips of the brushes were intact like the new ones.
“All right… all right…,” Ghosh babu woke up, watching his rush. He had made up the mind to close the deal.
“Shhh…. Come here…” before he spoke any further Divya called him through kitchen door.
“I don’t feel like giving him the room.” Divya shrugged, “Didn’t we agree on renting it out to couple only?”
“Well I am… I mean was married.” He plainly said and Divya bit her tounge for she didn’t anticipate he could possibly hear them. “I lost her last year only…,” he continued and held his pocket open to their eyes.
There was a photo in his pocket... of a lady in a saree... of the lady he claimed to be his deceased wife, all clear - but spoiled at face. Divya rolled her eyes in disbelief as one would react to foolish defense of a kid.
Paresh’s eyes were still searching for something. “What?” He asked watching their confused faces and looked himself at the photo.
“Oh… seems like messed up…,” he sighed sheepishly.
“All right…all right… let’s not make it an issue…” Divya understood that it was both for Paresh and her so she quickly disappeared in the kitchen.
“What you are looking for?” Ghosh babu spoke of irritation as Paresh’s eyes restlessly wandered in quest of something.
“There it is...” He spoke of excitement. It was a brush, belonging to the set he has in his hand. It was lying at the door of bedroom and standing there was Deepesh, hiding himself behind curtain with only his face visible.
“Beta… give that brush to uncle…” Ghosh babu said. But the boy stool still… looking at the brush and Paresh, cautiously.
“No problem, sir.” He picked up the brush himself and left the room.
“Downstairs, right?” He disturbed Ghosh babu who was busy examining note in the hand.
“Huh? Yeah… let me show you…” He pushed the note in pocket and took the new tenant down.
Divya noticed it the moment she opened door for him..
That was one sunny sunday and Ghosh babu was at home. He had just returned from the garden he had been maintaining next to the house taking out time from the weekend chores. In fact, his love for nature only convinced him to seek his career staying at a small village near Basanti. So despite being hard worker and to some extend greedy guy, he had reserved Sunday for his gardening; and of course, for his family.
He owned a computer training center at Basanti. He occasionally taught there too, along with the faculty he hired. That left him ample of time to spend with the family. Luckily, he bumped into Divya - woman he dreamed of… He met her in a marriage function where her first sight stole his heart and the next moment he was down. Why would such a gorgeous, well educated girl choose me as her husband? He thought. He frankly said same to a relative of his who brought marriage proposal of Divya for him.
“But she is affirmative,” He said, “She has already seen you in some function.”
That was the best moment of his life and why won’t be? Just imagine the joy of knowing somebody you felt lovely have same feelings towards you.
When Ghosh babu first disclosed this thought to her on their honeymoon, she lovingly pinched his nose and embraced him, resting her head on his chest.
“It’s true that I liked you at our first meeting itself. But I said yes because I believe in you. I know you will love me, take care of me, forever. After all, it’s you I got married to...not the place.”
- - - - - -
“Yes… who?”
“Is Ghosh babu at home?” He calmly enquired. His cold eyes quickly whirled over her body. She noticed it, but his face was so plain that she didn’t feel like taking on him.
“Who’s there? Oh... you. I forgot your name.” Ghosh babu came to the door behind Divya.
“Ji... myself Paresh.” He readjusted the belt of bag he was carrying over his back. A black coloured drawing sheet container was peeking out through the bag.
“Yeah... right. Mr. Paresh… please welcome.” Ghosh babu lead him to the sofa.
Divya stood at the door, clueless. As he passed by her, he looked at her through the corner of the eyes. At least she felt so.
“Divya darling, tea please.” Following the order from Ghosh babu she went to kitchen. She was feeling uneasy in her own home. Surprisingly, sky became cloudy and dulled the fresh bright morning sunlight. As she served them tea, she overheard them.
“So this, you have to stick to. Not a day late…” Ghosh babu was resting casually on the sofa. “10th of every month,” he continued.
“Don’t take me wrong, but to be frank I don’t think you are capable of paying this much of rent and...” Ghosh babu tried his best not to seem offending.
“No, I will manage, sir. Trust me. I make some money through selling the paintings. Enough to keep me alive.”
Ghosh babu looked unconvinced. Tapping fingers on the handrest he looked at the raindrops that started to break down from the sky.
“Give me some deposit.” He said taking sip of tea.
Paresh took out 500 Rs. note from his pocket; crumbled and with oily stains over it.
“Puahhh…. this is just a month’s rent. What I will do with this?” Ghosh babu’s fingers were still playing tabla on handrests.
“Please sir… trust me.” He put hands to his bag and pulled out some papers. These are some of my F.D.s... will sum to around twenty thousand altogether. Please keep them with you if you want… This is all I have sir, I am not lying… see.” with this he opened of the bag and poured it upside down. His painting material fell down. His colour box, some clips, pins and several brushes.
Brushes rolled all the way to the room. Paresh rushed to collect them. The brushes were really antic with their colour left out and disgusted by stains of different colour. Judging by his brushes, one wouldn’t have called him professional. With very uncommon vintage design, his brushes looked ages old. Yet, surprisingly, tips of the brushes were intact like the new ones.
“All right… all right…,” Ghosh babu woke up, watching his rush. He had made up the mind to close the deal.
“Shhh…. Come here…” before he spoke any further Divya called him through kitchen door.
“I don’t feel like giving him the room.” Divya shrugged, “Didn’t we agree on renting it out to couple only?”
“Well I am… I mean was married.” He plainly said and Divya bit her tounge for she didn’t anticipate he could possibly hear them. “I lost her last year only…,” he continued and held his pocket open to their eyes.
There was a photo in his pocket... of a lady in a saree... of the lady he claimed to be his deceased wife, all clear - but spoiled at face. Divya rolled her eyes in disbelief as one would react to foolish defense of a kid.
Paresh’s eyes were still searching for something. “What?” He asked watching their confused faces and looked himself at the photo.
“Oh… seems like messed up…,” he sighed sheepishly.
“All right…all right… let’s not make it an issue…” Divya understood that it was both for Paresh and her so she quickly disappeared in the kitchen.
“What you are looking for?” Ghosh babu spoke of irritation as Paresh’s eyes restlessly wandered in quest of something.
“There it is...” He spoke of excitement. It was a brush, belonging to the set he has in his hand. It was lying at the door of bedroom and standing there was Deepesh, hiding himself behind curtain with only his face visible.
“Beta… give that brush to uncle…” Ghosh babu said. But the boy stool still… looking at the brush and Paresh, cautiously.
“No problem, sir.” He picked up the brush himself and left the room.
“Downstairs, right?” He disturbed Ghosh babu who was busy examining note in the hand.
“Huh? Yeah… let me show you…” He pushed the note in pocket and took the new tenant down.
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