Non-erotic The Scarface I Hated by Trambak

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Don't you think, you are hurrying Sumitra's marriage to Suresh? She is still college going!"

Imran gave a start, obviously, his mind was elsewhere, and he fumbled, "Whose marriage, Sumitra's? Who said she was getting married?"

"You said so." I reminded him politely.

Clearly, Imran had blurted out his deep-seated desire in a rather premature fashion precipitated by his frustration, on being taken for a ride by Sumitra and Kiana yesterday. Still, I wanted to know what precisely he was thinking about them.

Imran knew that he was being cornered. He threw up his driving hand and said, "What's the harm? It's not happening immediately."

I said pointedly, "Do you think Suresh is a suitable match for Sumitra?"

Imran was now more poised and said, "Meher, their lives are not that simple. They have baggage specially Sumitra, you know that. I must be careful about her future. It's too complicated."

I realised that but I was still thinking about the match. Imran sensed it and said, "I would be very difficult to get Sumitra married. Many know what happened to her. Her parents have disowned her and she has been practically staying with a me for five years. The society is not going to be kind. Things are far from normal and I have to take everything into account."

There was a dreaminess in his eyes as if saying to himself, he said, "Suresh loves her and he will be able to give her the support she needs. I am not in a hurry. I will make them both self-sufficient and then we will see. Nothing is decided as yet."

I was proud of him. He thought so much ahead. Still, I tried to tease him a bit and said in jest, "Why don't you ask your 'Bhavaniji' to do something? After all, he is the one responsible for all this!"

Imran laughed aloud and said, "Ah! Bhavaniji? I know what he is going to say. You want to know?"

"Sure," I said.

Imran brought his face near my ears and said, "He will say, Imran! Marry her. You can marry four times. Oh! Meher! It would be so thrilling! What do you say?"

He laughed aloud. I did not find anything thrilling about the statement. Annoyed, I looked the other way.

Imran continued to laugh, shaking his body, thoroughly satisfied with his own joke! I studied my nails. I had a tremendous urge to inflict some additional scars on his stupid face.

Suddenly with great seriousness, Imran said, "Who are we to blame anyone for our misfortunes. We create our destinies ourselves. Who knows it better than me? I don't dare blame anyone else!"

Suddenly a poignant moment was reached. I realised that scars were part of Imran's life and it was insensitive of me to bring up this issue casually. I took note of this incident.

"I know Imran. I will remember this." That was all I could say.

"We are almost there!" Imran announced and we suddenly moved into the small hilly town picture perfect in all respects. On the way to our hotel, we passed a large residential college. Imran stopped at the gate momentarily and then moved on. He looked longingly at the building inside as if his story someway, was closely associated with it.