20-03-2019, 12:43 PM
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How long? I lost count of time. Imran sighed, let me go and sat down. Between the adamant mother and the distressed son, I stood, not knowing what to do. For both, the pain was limitless and I had no solutions.
We continued to sit in silence. The tornado of love left us devastated.
But after some time, prudence returned in the form of Sumitra who by now had recovered from her initial discomfiture and was back to her mature self. She quickly laid out the food and in a business-like manner gathered all the inmates. Her deadpan face rather helped everyone to emerge out of the sudden emotional upheaval. She was the release that I couldn't be.
Soon, she was all about our impending journey and the things we needed to pack. And asked questions like whether Netarhat will be cold or not? Imran looked at her in apparent annoyance but she was in her brilliant chirpy self, in complete control. Obviously, she was quite aware of the terrain of Bihar. She knew almost everything about the flora, fauna and the good food of Netarhat. After all, she was a geology student in college and a smart one at that.
Finally, Kiana in her inimitable expressionless voice reminded Sumitra (once again) that her enthusiasm was misplaced as it wasn't her honeymoon. This time Sumitra brushed aside the insult with a wave of her hand and continued her commentary.
I was worried about Imran driving and contemplated bringing up the issue but decided against it. After all, an automobile engineer heading a workshop was expected to know driving. So, I allowed the query to pass.
Sumitra concluded her sermons and almost physically pushed us to our bedroom lest we oversleep and miss the marching time in the morning. The bags were packed and the scene was set. I was happy and was eager to get going. I felt like a small child who gets all excited about a train ride. I even forgave Imran for his abominable behaviour, the day before.
Imran looked shamefaced and said, plainly embarrassed, "I shouted at Maa!"
I could see that. The only thing I could do was to make him feel a little better. I pulled him to the bed and kissed him on the lips. I looked into his eyes and said, "Maa knows, you are hurt. She understands.
A bit relieved, he said, "But you are still angry. Aren't you.?"
I rolled my eyes and pulled his cheek in mock anger. He cried out in pain. I said sternly, "You will be punished for this."
And smothered his lips with mine.
For a long time, I punished him severely enough. But the devil appeared to enjoy and even participated actively in the proceedings. Sleep came through and we dropped away to a blissful slumber, in each other's arms. Today, my contentment was complete and I truly had become one of them with all rights, all privileges and all liberties. Today, I had a mother and I had a say. I got what I never had.
In my sleep, I dreamt of a mountain cliff. As I stood on the edge, looking down, clouds were swirling up from the limitless bottom drenching my face with sweet smelling mist. Butterflies in brilliant colours rose towards me and I tried to catch them like a small girl. I..., I then slipped and fell through a void. I struggled but I kept falling. I shouted for help and looked towards the darkness below. But the fall was smooth as if I was floating in air. I gave up and after an eternity landed softly, in the arms of a man with a scar. I woke up and Imran was looking at me, anxiety written all over.
He said without a preamble, "What happened? You were saying something?"
Confused, I looked at his face. His scar had turned red.
He tenderly touched my face and said in a kind voice, "Did you see a bad dream Meher?"
Relived, I pulled his head towards me, shut my eyes and said with great satisfaction, "No Imran, it was a good dream."
The night was over. Faint light from the east ushered in a new day with a promise.
We were ready to move.
Chapter-19
In no time, we were ready. The car sans the driver was neatly parked in front of the house, washed and shining. It was a white Zen raring to go. The farewell team was ready with all their last moment advises. Kiana was standing with a serene look on her face. Sumitra was standing behind her with both her hands firmly holding Kiana's shoulders. The orange rays of the sun imparted an ethereal glow to their respective faces. It was a glow of happiness and contentment. For a moment, I had a great urge to take both of them with us. But when I visualised the scorn that Kiana was likely to adopt I quickly dropped the idea.
Imran had loaded the car. And the large cane basket ostensibly filled with a variety of food items was carefully placed in the back. Everything done, he critically examined a camera and the reels. At sharp 6.15, Imran started the car to a purring start and for the first time I sat with my husband on the front seat, all alone. He smoothly eased the car out on the road. They waved frantically and we waved back. And finally, we were on our way.
As if we were on an adventure to some unknown magical land!
The car moved through the sleepy town. People were slowly congregating around the tea stalls. The aroma of the freshly ignited coal was all too pervasive. The cold wind rushed through the windows ruffling my hair bringing tears to my eyes. It was all too dreamy. I looked at Imran and touched his naked arm lightly. The stupid fellow at once twisted his body away and cried, "Hey! Don't tickle me". That was the end of my foray into the romantic gestures, for the time being.
We continued to sit in silence. The tornado of love left us devastated.
But after some time, prudence returned in the form of Sumitra who by now had recovered from her initial discomfiture and was back to her mature self. She quickly laid out the food and in a business-like manner gathered all the inmates. Her deadpan face rather helped everyone to emerge out of the sudden emotional upheaval. She was the release that I couldn't be.
Soon, she was all about our impending journey and the things we needed to pack. And asked questions like whether Netarhat will be cold or not? Imran looked at her in apparent annoyance but she was in her brilliant chirpy self, in complete control. Obviously, she was quite aware of the terrain of Bihar. She knew almost everything about the flora, fauna and the good food of Netarhat. After all, she was a geology student in college and a smart one at that.
Finally, Kiana in her inimitable expressionless voice reminded Sumitra (once again) that her enthusiasm was misplaced as it wasn't her honeymoon. This time Sumitra brushed aside the insult with a wave of her hand and continued her commentary.
I was worried about Imran driving and contemplated bringing up the issue but decided against it. After all, an automobile engineer heading a workshop was expected to know driving. So, I allowed the query to pass.
Sumitra concluded her sermons and almost physically pushed us to our bedroom lest we oversleep and miss the marching time in the morning. The bags were packed and the scene was set. I was happy and was eager to get going. I felt like a small child who gets all excited about a train ride. I even forgave Imran for his abominable behaviour, the day before.
Imran looked shamefaced and said, plainly embarrassed, "I shouted at Maa!"
I could see that. The only thing I could do was to make him feel a little better. I pulled him to the bed and kissed him on the lips. I looked into his eyes and said, "Maa knows, you are hurt. She understands.
A bit relieved, he said, "But you are still angry. Aren't you.?"
I rolled my eyes and pulled his cheek in mock anger. He cried out in pain. I said sternly, "You will be punished for this."
And smothered his lips with mine.
For a long time, I punished him severely enough. But the devil appeared to enjoy and even participated actively in the proceedings. Sleep came through and we dropped away to a blissful slumber, in each other's arms. Today, my contentment was complete and I truly had become one of them with all rights, all privileges and all liberties. Today, I had a mother and I had a say. I got what I never had.
In my sleep, I dreamt of a mountain cliff. As I stood on the edge, looking down, clouds were swirling up from the limitless bottom drenching my face with sweet smelling mist. Butterflies in brilliant colours rose towards me and I tried to catch them like a small girl. I..., I then slipped and fell through a void. I struggled but I kept falling. I shouted for help and looked towards the darkness below. But the fall was smooth as if I was floating in air. I gave up and after an eternity landed softly, in the arms of a man with a scar. I woke up and Imran was looking at me, anxiety written all over.
He said without a preamble, "What happened? You were saying something?"
Confused, I looked at his face. His scar had turned red.
He tenderly touched my face and said in a kind voice, "Did you see a bad dream Meher?"
Relived, I pulled his head towards me, shut my eyes and said with great satisfaction, "No Imran, it was a good dream."
The night was over. Faint light from the east ushered in a new day with a promise.
We were ready to move.
Chapter-19
In no time, we were ready. The car sans the driver was neatly parked in front of the house, washed and shining. It was a white Zen raring to go. The farewell team was ready with all their last moment advises. Kiana was standing with a serene look on her face. Sumitra was standing behind her with both her hands firmly holding Kiana's shoulders. The orange rays of the sun imparted an ethereal glow to their respective faces. It was a glow of happiness and contentment. For a moment, I had a great urge to take both of them with us. But when I visualised the scorn that Kiana was likely to adopt I quickly dropped the idea.
Imran had loaded the car. And the large cane basket ostensibly filled with a variety of food items was carefully placed in the back. Everything done, he critically examined a camera and the reels. At sharp 6.15, Imran started the car to a purring start and for the first time I sat with my husband on the front seat, all alone. He smoothly eased the car out on the road. They waved frantically and we waved back. And finally, we were on our way.
As if we were on an adventure to some unknown magical land!
The car moved through the sleepy town. People were slowly congregating around the tea stalls. The aroma of the freshly ignited coal was all too pervasive. The cold wind rushed through the windows ruffling my hair bringing tears to my eyes. It was all too dreamy. I looked at Imran and touched his naked arm lightly. The stupid fellow at once twisted his body away and cried, "Hey! Don't tickle me". That was the end of my foray into the romantic gestures, for the time being.
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