21-09-2021, 09:17 AM
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She asked me to sit in the drawing room. I asked her as where the maid was. She
answered that she send her away as there was not much to be done.
I told to myself that the day has come to unfurl some of her memoirs to her. I went
inside the bedroom to bring the suitcase that contained her belongings. I opened the
suitcase in front of her. She gave me an inquisitive look as if asking as what I was doing. I
showed her dresses and asked her does she remember these. She looked at the dresses
and shook her head.
She gestured at me, “Did I wore those?”
I nodded my head, “Yes dear.”
She pulled out one of her flimsy slips and held out with two fingers. She squeezed her
nose and asked me, “Did I wear this also?”
I laughed at her, “Yes dear, you looked really beautiful in that dress.”
She blushed and shied away her coy face. I was happy to see her blushes again. The lost
smile was returning on her lips. The pink tint was again on her cheeks. However, the
affection, the warmth was lacking in her touch.Then she asked me a query that I did not
have answer, “Where are the pictures of our wedding?”
I stooped in front of her and lied again, “They are not here Titli. They are at Dhanbad.”
She touched my chin with her index finger and pulled up my face. Her piercing eyes
fathomed my pretense. She only shook her head. I was unable to understand as what
she meant then.
I asked her, “Want to have dinner now? I don’t know what the maid has prepared.”
She nodded her head that she was hungry. I asked her whether I should feed her. She
blushed again and said that she can eat all by herself. Then she got up and walked to the
kitchen. I tried to stop her but she waved her hand at me and asked me to keep seated
there.
I felt a new breeze flowing in that dingy room all over again. Cold monsoon winds were
blowing outside creating a feeling of togetherness in me. I heard her footsteps and
looked back to find her standing with two dishes in her hand. My bereaved soul was
again drenched. I held her hand and helped her to sit.
answered that she send her away as there was not much to be done.
I told to myself that the day has come to unfurl some of her memoirs to her. I went
inside the bedroom to bring the suitcase that contained her belongings. I opened the
suitcase in front of her. She gave me an inquisitive look as if asking as what I was doing. I
showed her dresses and asked her does she remember these. She looked at the dresses
and shook her head.
She gestured at me, “Did I wore those?”
I nodded my head, “Yes dear.”
She pulled out one of her flimsy slips and held out with two fingers. She squeezed her
nose and asked me, “Did I wear this also?”
I laughed at her, “Yes dear, you looked really beautiful in that dress.”
She blushed and shied away her coy face. I was happy to see her blushes again. The lost
smile was returning on her lips. The pink tint was again on her cheeks. However, the
affection, the warmth was lacking in her touch.Then she asked me a query that I did not
have answer, “Where are the pictures of our wedding?”
I stooped in front of her and lied again, “They are not here Titli. They are at Dhanbad.”
She touched my chin with her index finger and pulled up my face. Her piercing eyes
fathomed my pretense. She only shook her head. I was unable to understand as what
she meant then.
I asked her, “Want to have dinner now? I don’t know what the maid has prepared.”
She nodded her head that she was hungry. I asked her whether I should feed her. She
blushed again and said that she can eat all by herself. Then she got up and walked to the
kitchen. I tried to stop her but she waved her hand at me and asked me to keep seated
there.
I felt a new breeze flowing in that dingy room all over again. Cold monsoon winds were
blowing outside creating a feeling of togetherness in me. I heard her footsteps and
looked back to find her standing with two dishes in her hand. My bereaved soul was
again drenched. I held her hand and helped her to sit.
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