18-03-2019, 12:46 PM
How did I reciprocate all this? By leaving her in a most unforgivable way and not contacting her again for three months. In the end, I ended up punishing her so severely that there was no redemption for me. In the garb of a considerate husband with great magnanimity, I showed myself an ugly face that was jealous, unforgiving, malicious and truly inhuman.
I did not have the courage or audacity to call Suhas and seek her forgiveness. I had lost that right.
Three days back, Ranju informed me that she was planning a 7 day trip to Pondicherry. I readily agreed, because she too needed a break from me. She left an hour back and I now, am all alone.
I surfed my mails aimlessly. I was opening it after 7 days. Suddenly something caught my eye. In 90 days, that was the most precious mail of all. Suhasini has written, "Heard that you are not eating well. Don't do that. Look after yourself. Because of me, you are suffering so much. I can never forgive myself. I cannot even comfort you. Every time, the bell rings, I rush, thinking it's you. Foolish of me; I have lost all rights. Don't worry about me. I will be alright. Suhas."
The night passed. I read and re-read that mail a hundred times till it was time for me to go to the office. I went straight to my boss.
They adjusted me on the 12 pm flight to Pune and I was on my way. To make amends, if luck permitted. I had a very vague memory of the journey. Standing in front of the door, my hands and feet were laden.
I rang the bell. The door opened and I saw one female form wrecked by life. Only a shadow remained of her previous self. Hairs disheveled; stains under the eyes, deathly pale. That was my Suhas alright. I had managed to convert her to this state.
Waiting for me to come back; was I too late? A strained smile crossed her face. She said with a bit of difficulty, "I was waiting for you. I knew you will come."
I held her. I could feel the bones that emerged out of her body due to neglect and self-flagellation; punishing herself with all her might.
I held her fiercely. And then we sat down.
She had forgiven me.
The bell rang again. I opened it this time. Ranju was standing with grocery.
She came in and said, "Baba, have you seen what Maa has done to herself?"
I said quietly, "You don't know what she has gone through."
She said, "Baba, I know. Maa has told me everything. You two are the limits!"
The End of the toothbrush story
Twists in the tail-1
Trambak
I call myself Trambak. Who's that? Any insights?
Have you seen the phallic man coloured blue around the throat? No? Okay, the one, in the company of two bulls!
Still negative? Exasperating!
Man! The one who roams around in places where good people like you wouldn't dare venture!! He is also addicted to the good stuff that sometimes you people roll with elaborate care and happiness.
Does your mother know what you have been rolling?
Got it?
So, here I am, but who am I actually? Why am I hiding behind my alias? Why am I scared to lift the veil that could expose my innermost secrets, perennially dark but lovely?
I did not have the courage or audacity to call Suhas and seek her forgiveness. I had lost that right.
Three days back, Ranju informed me that she was planning a 7 day trip to Pondicherry. I readily agreed, because she too needed a break from me. She left an hour back and I now, am all alone.
I surfed my mails aimlessly. I was opening it after 7 days. Suddenly something caught my eye. In 90 days, that was the most precious mail of all. Suhasini has written, "Heard that you are not eating well. Don't do that. Look after yourself. Because of me, you are suffering so much. I can never forgive myself. I cannot even comfort you. Every time, the bell rings, I rush, thinking it's you. Foolish of me; I have lost all rights. Don't worry about me. I will be alright. Suhas."
The night passed. I read and re-read that mail a hundred times till it was time for me to go to the office. I went straight to my boss.
They adjusted me on the 12 pm flight to Pune and I was on my way. To make amends, if luck permitted. I had a very vague memory of the journey. Standing in front of the door, my hands and feet were laden.
I rang the bell. The door opened and I saw one female form wrecked by life. Only a shadow remained of her previous self. Hairs disheveled; stains under the eyes, deathly pale. That was my Suhas alright. I had managed to convert her to this state.
Waiting for me to come back; was I too late? A strained smile crossed her face. She said with a bit of difficulty, "I was waiting for you. I knew you will come."
I held her. I could feel the bones that emerged out of her body due to neglect and self-flagellation; punishing herself with all her might.
I held her fiercely. And then we sat down.
She had forgiven me.
The bell rang again. I opened it this time. Ranju was standing with grocery.
She came in and said, "Baba, have you seen what Maa has done to herself?"
I said quietly, "You don't know what she has gone through."
She said, "Baba, I know. Maa has told me everything. You two are the limits!"
The End of the toothbrush story
Twists in the tail-1
Trambak
I call myself Trambak. Who's that? Any insights?
Have you seen the phallic man coloured blue around the throat? No? Okay, the one, in the company of two bulls!
Still negative? Exasperating!
Man! The one who roams around in places where good people like you wouldn't dare venture!! He is also addicted to the good stuff that sometimes you people roll with elaborate care and happiness.
Does your mother know what you have been rolling?
Got it?
So, here I am, but who am I actually? Why am I hiding behind my alias? Why am I scared to lift the veil that could expose my innermost secrets, perennially dark but lovely?
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