29-06-2022, 05:26 PM
Lying on her bed, Heather couldn't sleep. She was 40 years old, having come to India from England, almost 15 years back, with her husband, Thomas. He had been a lieutenant in the British army, who had sadly died 2 years later in the battle of Plassey in 1757.
She had been devastated but instead of going back to England, she had decided to stay in India. Getting a job as an archaeologist in the East India Company had helped her with a steady source of income. She had raised Jonathan on her own and took him everywhere she went. He had soon picked up the trade, having learned history and archaeology from her. As he grew up, he had started assisting her in the field.
She had never sought companionship and neither had she remarried, although her beauty and youth attracted a lot of suitors. She had maintained cordial relations with everyone but had firmly declined any amorous advancements. Her one true love had been Thomas and his loss had shattered her. Part of the reason for not returning to England had been that it would remind her of Thomas and his absence in her life. Many of her admirers and potential suitors had been decent men, but none could take the place of Thomas in her heart.
And then, there was Jonathan. She always had a special connection with her son, having him as the only companion in this foreign land. As he had grown up into a young man, he resembled more and more like Thomas. Their relationship had always been different than the conventional mother and son. They were best friends and confidants. They could read each other's moods and minds. He had the sense of humor of his father and always cheered her up.
As Jonathan attained adulthood, his demeanor towards her had changed visibly. He had become more protective of her. He was no longer a child that she needed to care for. She had slowly realized that her son was deeply in love with her, romantically. She could see it his eyes and his mannerisms, that it wasn't simply some teenage infatuation or adolescent fantasy, but serious romantic love.
She had been devastated but instead of going back to England, she had decided to stay in India. Getting a job as an archaeologist in the East India Company had helped her with a steady source of income. She had raised Jonathan on her own and took him everywhere she went. He had soon picked up the trade, having learned history and archaeology from her. As he grew up, he had started assisting her in the field.
She had never sought companionship and neither had she remarried, although her beauty and youth attracted a lot of suitors. She had maintained cordial relations with everyone but had firmly declined any amorous advancements. Her one true love had been Thomas and his loss had shattered her. Part of the reason for not returning to England had been that it would remind her of Thomas and his absence in her life. Many of her admirers and potential suitors had been decent men, but none could take the place of Thomas in her heart.
And then, there was Jonathan. She always had a special connection with her son, having him as the only companion in this foreign land. As he had grown up into a young man, he resembled more and more like Thomas. Their relationship had always been different than the conventional mother and son. They were best friends and confidants. They could read each other's moods and minds. He had the sense of humor of his father and always cheered her up.
As Jonathan attained adulthood, his demeanor towards her had changed visibly. He had become more protective of her. He was no longer a child that she needed to care for. She had slowly realized that her son was deeply in love with her, romantically. She could see it his eyes and his mannerisms, that it wasn't simply some teenage infatuation or adolescent fantasy, but serious romantic love.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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