02-01-2019, 12:11 PM
Kajol
Kajol hummed softly beneath her breath as she went about her chores. She made the bed and looked at the window. Bright sunshine was streaming in. She smiled for no reason. She walked over to the refrigerator and took out a ‘rosogulah that Riz had brought over from Kolkata yesterday. As the syrupy sweetness spread in her mouth, she closed her eyes and dissolved herself in the sweetness of the moment.
‘Sweet, like my Rizu’, she said to herself.
Dimly she recollected both of them getting up from the sofa as Riz had to get up early. She had gone to the guest room to check if anything was needed but Riz was already sprawled out and when she got brought out the blanket, he had suddenly pulled her towards him. She tumbled over him and he had moved away slightly to accommodate her. Then he had buried his head in her bosom.
”Stay a minute”, he had pleaded flinging an arm around her neck.
She did. Instinctively, she started to smooth his curls. Oh he had curly hair alright, she said to herself, only that she was observing from close quarters. And oily as well - as she discovered stickiness in her palm. A moment later she heard him snoring softly and her heart swelled in contentment.
‘Sleep my sweet baby, sleep’, she kissed his head. Somewhere, the image of a child asleep at its mother’s breasts floated to her. She hugged his head tighter and released it. Riz’s mouth had gone slack and a thin stream of saliva had come out. The sight pleased her and she kissed his forehead again before trying to move out of the bed without waking him up.
But that wasn’t possible. Even in his sleep, he maintained his hold round her neck. Kajol was growing tired. The effect from the glass of vodka was still there. She decided to rest a while he fell fully asleep. Pushing herself down, touching forehead to forehead she had cast her arm round his neck for comfort.
That was the last thing she remembered. Early in the morning around four thirty the alarm on Riz’s mobile had woken her and she was completely disoriented. A minute later, she was fully awake and discovered herself under the blanket with Riz . That puzzled her a bit, but then that must have been due to Ramesh. She looked at the watch and realized that it would be a touch and go for Riz to catch his flight.
She shook him violently and Riz got up.
“Whats up?” He blabbered in confusion.
“Get up Rizu, you got half an hour to catch a taxi to the airport.” With that she had physically pulled him out bed and shoved him in to the bathroom. “Hurry up, I am making tea for you”, she said as she slammed the bathroom door after him.
She packed his few items and had a steaming cup of tea and biscuits ready for him as he emerged. The Uber ride, she had booked had arrived. She saw him off at the doorstep.
Bag in hand he had turned towards her at the doorway and looked down. Without a word he again buried his head in her chest and started sobbing. She patted him for a second and then pushed him off, pointing firmly at the open door. Riz had wiped his eyes and left.
“What a baby, a sweet baby!” She had exclaimed after the lift doors had shut.
“When I have a child, I want a sweet one like you Rizu”, she said to herself.
Kajol hummed softly beneath her breath as she went about her chores. She made the bed and looked at the window. Bright sunshine was streaming in. She smiled for no reason. She walked over to the refrigerator and took out a ‘rosogulah that Riz had brought over from Kolkata yesterday. As the syrupy sweetness spread in her mouth, she closed her eyes and dissolved herself in the sweetness of the moment.
‘Sweet, like my Rizu’, she said to herself.
Dimly she recollected both of them getting up from the sofa as Riz had to get up early. She had gone to the guest room to check if anything was needed but Riz was already sprawled out and when she got brought out the blanket, he had suddenly pulled her towards him. She tumbled over him and he had moved away slightly to accommodate her. Then he had buried his head in her bosom.
”Stay a minute”, he had pleaded flinging an arm around her neck.
She did. Instinctively, she started to smooth his curls. Oh he had curly hair alright, she said to herself, only that she was observing from close quarters. And oily as well - as she discovered stickiness in her palm. A moment later she heard him snoring softly and her heart swelled in contentment.
‘Sleep my sweet baby, sleep’, she kissed his head. Somewhere, the image of a child asleep at its mother’s breasts floated to her. She hugged his head tighter and released it. Riz’s mouth had gone slack and a thin stream of saliva had come out. The sight pleased her and she kissed his forehead again before trying to move out of the bed without waking him up.
But that wasn’t possible. Even in his sleep, he maintained his hold round her neck. Kajol was growing tired. The effect from the glass of vodka was still there. She decided to rest a while he fell fully asleep. Pushing herself down, touching forehead to forehead she had cast her arm round his neck for comfort.
That was the last thing she remembered. Early in the morning around four thirty the alarm on Riz’s mobile had woken her and she was completely disoriented. A minute later, she was fully awake and discovered herself under the blanket with Riz . That puzzled her a bit, but then that must have been due to Ramesh. She looked at the watch and realized that it would be a touch and go for Riz to catch his flight.
She shook him violently and Riz got up.
“Whats up?” He blabbered in confusion.
“Get up Rizu, you got half an hour to catch a taxi to the airport.” With that she had physically pulled him out bed and shoved him in to the bathroom. “Hurry up, I am making tea for you”, she said as she slammed the bathroom door after him.
She packed his few items and had a steaming cup of tea and biscuits ready for him as he emerged. The Uber ride, she had booked had arrived. She saw him off at the doorstep.
Bag in hand he had turned towards her at the doorway and looked down. Without a word he again buried his head in her chest and started sobbing. She patted him for a second and then pushed him off, pointing firmly at the open door. Riz had wiped his eyes and left.
“What a baby, a sweet baby!” She had exclaimed after the lift doors had shut.
“When I have a child, I want a sweet one like you Rizu”, she said to herself.
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