08-01-2019, 12:16 PM
Chapter 1. Mater Dolorosa. (#3
Ambalika's eyes were filled with tears, You are insane.
He took her face between his palms and wiped the teardrops from her soft cheek, You made me, Dear.
She cooed in his ears, “You are naughty boy. What about uncle and aunt?”
“I told you that I will solve every problem. After marriage, you do not have to go anywhere; we all will be staying in this house. You can open your school in the ground floor.”
“But you have a huge loan, what about that?”
He pressed her palms gently, “Don’t worry until you are by my side. Slowly we will repay the loan.”
She said, “We will sell the gold that I bought from this money and repay the loan. I want to keep the fixed deposits for Rishu’s further education. I want him to be a doctor that my father dreamt of me.”
“I will not come between you and Rishu. You are his mother and father so you are the best judge.”
Niladri kissed Ambalika's fingers; the touch of wet lips stiffened her soft frame. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled close to her heart. His lips traced the eyelids, the nose tips to the rosy soft lips. She closed her eyes, submerged herself into the amorous bliss. She went weak and Niladri’s fingers traced every nook and corner of her beautiful frame. She started to melt in his arms as every pores of her curvaceous figure yearned for mingle. After ages of separation, the lovelorn birds melted away.
Wedding bells started to ring all over the place. After long time, Ambalika found her composure back as a lover and a dotted sister. Rishu was little offended that Niladri was taking away his sister away from him. However, he was happy to see his sister’s new form. The wedding was a quiet closed one with only close relatives. During the wedding ceremony, Rishu sat beside his sister all the time. Niladri joked that he was marrying two persons at a time. That sentence offended Rishu and to pacify him, during the steps around the sacrament pyre, Niladri held Rishu’s hand and walked along with him and Ambalika. After their marriage, they never went for honeymoon because they did not want Rishu to be left alone. Rishu adored Niladri very much and they came closer with passing time. Niladri looked Rishu as his elder son.
Years passed, Ambalika opened a Montessori school in the ground floor. The gold that Ambalika bought; was sold off to repay the home loan and with the rest money, Niladri started his own architect firm. Ambarish was admitted to a new school and made new friends. Three years after Ambalika’s marriage, she gave birth to her first child, a daughter. Rishu named her Dipanwita and everyone called her Diya. Until then Rishu was youngest in the house, then he had a doll to play with, his niece. With the passing years, he excelled in studies. The bond between brother and sister never waned and Niladri kept his word not to intervene.
Rishu scored flying colours in his school final exams. That was the best day in Ambalika's life. He appeared in medical entrance exams and cleared that. He got admission in a prestigious medical college, AIIMS. The night the result of the entrance was declared, everyone in the house was happy. After everyone went to sleep, Ambalika tiptoed downstairs to her father's chamber which was then her office. She took out the old picture which her father kept, smiling Ambalika cuddling little Ambarish close to her bosom. Her eyes were soaked; she took out all three pictures of her parents.
She showed the result sheet to her stepmom and whispered in hushed tone, "I have kept your dream, mom. I never let him down. You should have been here; your little Rishu is going to be a doctor, mom.
She sat there with tears of joy in her eyes and suddenly she felt a pair of hand on her shoulder. She shook and looked back, to her horror Rishu stood behind her. Suddenly she lost her words with all three pictures in her hand.
Rishu took those picture from her and asked, "Who are they?" she lost her voice, her frame was shaking as she was caught red handed. For fourteen years, she told a tale that their parents were alive. However, Rishu was old enough to understand the reason why his sister had tears in her eyes when everyone was asleep. He fathomed the pain his sister endured all these years bringing him up.
He sat beside her and wiped her tears, "Didibhai, I don't remember my father and mother and I do not want to know them. It was fate or Almighty’s wish that they left for heavenly abode. Since my conscious memory goes, it was your lap that gave me warmth in cold night, it was your shadow that saved me from hot summer sun and it is your affection and love that flow in my veins. All that I want to be my Didibhai's kid brother.
She hugged him close to her heart and for the first time in fourteen years, she wept incessantly, “Yes you are Rishu, you are my kid.” There were no words between them, both of them wept for long and those were tears of joy.
That was the first time Rishu was going to step in a world where his sister would not be on his side. She was busy packing his bags from the morning. Rishu was busy in playing with his niece, Diya. Since his result came out he never left that chubby girls side. Niladri looked at them and the sight reminded him of the day when Rishu’s parents met accident and Amba clasped little Rishu closed to her heart. Their flight was in the afternoon. All four were going to Delhi to admit Rishu in AIIMS. Her ribs were breaking, she was very much disturbed by the mere thought that Rishu, her kid brother grew up too quickly.
Every minute passed, she kept telling Rishu, "Now you will be going away to Delhi. Do not mingle with nonsense people. You need to keep your eyes and ears open all the time. You need to understand what is right and what is wrong. Just study well.
Niladri came to her and tried to pacify, "Don't worry Amba, he is not a kid anymore, he knows what is right and what is wrong.
Rishu looked at her sister who had a gloom face and said, “Didibhai, I will not goto Delhi. It is better that I stay in Kolkata and do my graduation here.”
She softly scolded him, “Every bird has its wings, Rishu and when time comes they fly away from nest.”
“I am not a bird, Didibhai I am...” he did not complete the sentence. He knew that his words would bring tears in her eyes so he kept quiet.
Niladri asked, “If everything is packed then can we sit down for some time.” She looked at Ambalika, “He has grown up and by the way every month we can visit him. I have got some projects in Noida and Gurgaon so don’t worry about that.”
Ambarish got admission in AIIMS. It was a tearful departure for both brother and sister. He was in tears when the flight took off from Delhi. That night he could not sleep well and called Ambalika about hundred times. His sister on the other end sat in his room for the whole night. He was more than a brother to her; he was her flesh and blood, a son she did not bore from her womb but from her heart. He was studious student and topped in every semester. It was a routine for him to call his sister every day. There was no fixed times, whenever he got time he used to ring his sister. He was overjoyed when his sister gave birth to a nephew. Due to his first semester exam, he was unable to present there. As soon as his exams were finished, he flew off beside her sister to welcome the new sapling. The old mansion was again echoing with toddlers babble. He named his nephew, Dwaipayan. Diya was very happy to have a kid brother.
Ambarish passed out from AIIMS with high marks and appeared for the specialisation in orthopaedics. During his convocation ceremony, Ambalika and Niladri were very happy. After years of hard work and unconditional affection, little Ambarish was a doctor. He completed MD in orthopaedic also from AIIMS with high marks. Ambalika shed tears of joy when he got job as resident doctor in AIIMS. He pestered to come back to Kolkata but his sister insisted that AIIMS was a better place to practice during the initial years of his career. Since there was no hostel for doctors in the AIIMS campus, he had to rent a flat. Niladri had contacts in Delhi since he knew people there. Ambalika and Niladri searched for a flat in a Bengali locality, CR Park.
Back in Kolkata, Dipanwita (Diya) and Dwaipayan (Deep) used to boast to their friends that their uncle was a doctor of a prestigious medical college of India. Diya and Deep was Rishu’s both eye. Whether it was a vacation or holiday, the two kids visited Rishu very often. The life came to a full circle for Ambalika and her close knitted loving family. However, life had some other plans in store for Dr. Ambarish Sanyal.
***** End Of Chapter 1 *****
Ambalika's eyes were filled with tears, You are insane.
He took her face between his palms and wiped the teardrops from her soft cheek, You made me, Dear.
She cooed in his ears, “You are naughty boy. What about uncle and aunt?”
“I told you that I will solve every problem. After marriage, you do not have to go anywhere; we all will be staying in this house. You can open your school in the ground floor.”
“But you have a huge loan, what about that?”
He pressed her palms gently, “Don’t worry until you are by my side. Slowly we will repay the loan.”
She said, “We will sell the gold that I bought from this money and repay the loan. I want to keep the fixed deposits for Rishu’s further education. I want him to be a doctor that my father dreamt of me.”
“I will not come between you and Rishu. You are his mother and father so you are the best judge.”
Niladri kissed Ambalika's fingers; the touch of wet lips stiffened her soft frame. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled close to her heart. His lips traced the eyelids, the nose tips to the rosy soft lips. She closed her eyes, submerged herself into the amorous bliss. She went weak and Niladri’s fingers traced every nook and corner of her beautiful frame. She started to melt in his arms as every pores of her curvaceous figure yearned for mingle. After ages of separation, the lovelorn birds melted away.
Wedding bells started to ring all over the place. After long time, Ambalika found her composure back as a lover and a dotted sister. Rishu was little offended that Niladri was taking away his sister away from him. However, he was happy to see his sister’s new form. The wedding was a quiet closed one with only close relatives. During the wedding ceremony, Rishu sat beside his sister all the time. Niladri joked that he was marrying two persons at a time. That sentence offended Rishu and to pacify him, during the steps around the sacrament pyre, Niladri held Rishu’s hand and walked along with him and Ambalika. After their marriage, they never went for honeymoon because they did not want Rishu to be left alone. Rishu adored Niladri very much and they came closer with passing time. Niladri looked Rishu as his elder son.
Years passed, Ambalika opened a Montessori school in the ground floor. The gold that Ambalika bought; was sold off to repay the home loan and with the rest money, Niladri started his own architect firm. Ambarish was admitted to a new school and made new friends. Three years after Ambalika’s marriage, she gave birth to her first child, a daughter. Rishu named her Dipanwita and everyone called her Diya. Until then Rishu was youngest in the house, then he had a doll to play with, his niece. With the passing years, he excelled in studies. The bond between brother and sister never waned and Niladri kept his word not to intervene.
Rishu scored flying colours in his school final exams. That was the best day in Ambalika's life. He appeared in medical entrance exams and cleared that. He got admission in a prestigious medical college, AIIMS. The night the result of the entrance was declared, everyone in the house was happy. After everyone went to sleep, Ambalika tiptoed downstairs to her father's chamber which was then her office. She took out the old picture which her father kept, smiling Ambalika cuddling little Ambarish close to her bosom. Her eyes were soaked; she took out all three pictures of her parents.
She showed the result sheet to her stepmom and whispered in hushed tone, "I have kept your dream, mom. I never let him down. You should have been here; your little Rishu is going to be a doctor, mom.
She sat there with tears of joy in her eyes and suddenly she felt a pair of hand on her shoulder. She shook and looked back, to her horror Rishu stood behind her. Suddenly she lost her words with all three pictures in her hand.
Rishu took those picture from her and asked, "Who are they?" she lost her voice, her frame was shaking as she was caught red handed. For fourteen years, she told a tale that their parents were alive. However, Rishu was old enough to understand the reason why his sister had tears in her eyes when everyone was asleep. He fathomed the pain his sister endured all these years bringing him up.
He sat beside her and wiped her tears, "Didibhai, I don't remember my father and mother and I do not want to know them. It was fate or Almighty’s wish that they left for heavenly abode. Since my conscious memory goes, it was your lap that gave me warmth in cold night, it was your shadow that saved me from hot summer sun and it is your affection and love that flow in my veins. All that I want to be my Didibhai's kid brother.
She hugged him close to her heart and for the first time in fourteen years, she wept incessantly, “Yes you are Rishu, you are my kid.” There were no words between them, both of them wept for long and those were tears of joy.
That was the first time Rishu was going to step in a world where his sister would not be on his side. She was busy packing his bags from the morning. Rishu was busy in playing with his niece, Diya. Since his result came out he never left that chubby girls side. Niladri looked at them and the sight reminded him of the day when Rishu’s parents met accident and Amba clasped little Rishu closed to her heart. Their flight was in the afternoon. All four were going to Delhi to admit Rishu in AIIMS. Her ribs were breaking, she was very much disturbed by the mere thought that Rishu, her kid brother grew up too quickly.
Every minute passed, she kept telling Rishu, "Now you will be going away to Delhi. Do not mingle with nonsense people. You need to keep your eyes and ears open all the time. You need to understand what is right and what is wrong. Just study well.
Niladri came to her and tried to pacify, "Don't worry Amba, he is not a kid anymore, he knows what is right and what is wrong.
Rishu looked at her sister who had a gloom face and said, “Didibhai, I will not goto Delhi. It is better that I stay in Kolkata and do my graduation here.”
She softly scolded him, “Every bird has its wings, Rishu and when time comes they fly away from nest.”
“I am not a bird, Didibhai I am...” he did not complete the sentence. He knew that his words would bring tears in her eyes so he kept quiet.
Niladri asked, “If everything is packed then can we sit down for some time.” She looked at Ambalika, “He has grown up and by the way every month we can visit him. I have got some projects in Noida and Gurgaon so don’t worry about that.”
Ambarish got admission in AIIMS. It was a tearful departure for both brother and sister. He was in tears when the flight took off from Delhi. That night he could not sleep well and called Ambalika about hundred times. His sister on the other end sat in his room for the whole night. He was more than a brother to her; he was her flesh and blood, a son she did not bore from her womb but from her heart. He was studious student and topped in every semester. It was a routine for him to call his sister every day. There was no fixed times, whenever he got time he used to ring his sister. He was overjoyed when his sister gave birth to a nephew. Due to his first semester exam, he was unable to present there. As soon as his exams were finished, he flew off beside her sister to welcome the new sapling. The old mansion was again echoing with toddlers babble. He named his nephew, Dwaipayan. Diya was very happy to have a kid brother.
Ambarish passed out from AIIMS with high marks and appeared for the specialisation in orthopaedics. During his convocation ceremony, Ambalika and Niladri were very happy. After years of hard work and unconditional affection, little Ambarish was a doctor. He completed MD in orthopaedic also from AIIMS with high marks. Ambalika shed tears of joy when he got job as resident doctor in AIIMS. He pestered to come back to Kolkata but his sister insisted that AIIMS was a better place to practice during the initial years of his career. Since there was no hostel for doctors in the AIIMS campus, he had to rent a flat. Niladri had contacts in Delhi since he knew people there. Ambalika and Niladri searched for a flat in a Bengali locality, CR Park.
Back in Kolkata, Dipanwita (Diya) and Dwaipayan (Deep) used to boast to their friends that their uncle was a doctor of a prestigious medical college of India. Diya and Deep was Rishu’s both eye. Whether it was a vacation or holiday, the two kids visited Rishu very often. The life came to a full circle for Ambalika and her close knitted loving family. However, life had some other plans in store for Dr. Ambarish Sanyal.
***** End Of Chapter 1 *****
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