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"Namaskar Baba." I greeted my father-in-law before bending down to touch his feet as a customary display of respect towards an elder. I was standing at the gate of the large house owned by my in-laws.
"Ayushaman Bhava!" He blessed me, placing his hand on my head.
As I stood up, he gently held my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I happily hugged him, but a moment later, I noticed his hug tightening around me. I felt my breasts pressing into his chest, a little more than necessary. I felt odd, but I held on, thinking maybe he was a bit too happy to see me. The embrace lingered a few seconds more than needed.
As we parted, we smiled at each other before he called in one of the house help to carry my luggage.
Vishwanath Deshmukh, or Baba as we all call him, is my father-in-law. He is the patriarch of our family. The family owns large tracts of farmland around the village. It also owns a large successful dairy processing unit with over 300 cows and buffaloes. The family also runs a college and junior college. Children from nearby villages and towns attend the college. All this makes the Deshmukh family very wealthy and influential.
But this wasn't always the case. Baba's parents were farmers with a small parcel of land. Baba had an older brother, Hari, who stayed back to work in the fields while Baba joined the army as a recruit. During his decade long service in the army, Baba was a star athlete, representing the army in sports such as athletics and boxing. He also saw some action in counter insurgency operations in the northeast.
Baba had to quit the army and return home after the untimely death of Hari. On his return, Baba used the savings and retirement money he got from the army and bought more land around their existing farms. He also used modern farming techniques and tools to improve the yield of the farms. With the money he earned from farming, he bought more land and made more money. The cycle continues to this day. He also started a dairy products production plant and a college in his village. Today hundreds of people work for him, making him an influential person in the district.
Baba used his wealth and influence to dabble in politics as well. He was the village Pradhan, and a member of the district council for several terms.
I always knew Baba as a stern man with few words. He intimidated everyone, including me. I had hardly spoken to him ever since I had known him. But over the course of the last couple of years, he had opened up to me. He spoke to me a lot more and even laughed and joked with me. I thought that age had softened him.
"How have you been, beta?" He asked me as we walked side by side into the house.
"Everything is fine, Baba. I am so excited to be here for Nikhil's wedding. I've been looking forward to this for so long." I replied as we walked towards the courtyard of the house.
It was a large house, typical of what was found in the countryside and built by Baba's father several decades ago.
Above the large teakwood door was a stone arch which gave way to the living area. The house had a courtyard allowing plenty of light and air to pass through the house. To the east of the courtyard was a large dining table where a dozen people could eat at a time, and the kitchen was to the north of the dining room and a storeroom behind the kitchen. A large temple room was to the south of the dining table. Baba performed a pooja in the temple every morning before starting his day.
There was a large wooden swing with brass chains and hooks to the west of the courtyard with sofas and coffee table, making it the living room of the house. To the northwest of the courtyard was the first bedroom, originally used by Baba's mother in her last days. The courtyard had 4 thick but beautiful carved sagwan wood pillars with vines running along their tops. The house was mostly made of wood, with brickwork walls.
Adjacent to the bedroom were the stairs which led to the first floor. The first floor had four more bedrooms, each with their own bathrooms and balconies.
The house was full of people. The extended family had gathered for my brother-in-law, Nikhil's wedding, which was to happen a couple of days from now in the bride's hometown. Nikhil was my husband's younger brother. Like his brother, Nikhil also had an engineering degree from a top ranked college before settling down here to help Baba run his estate.
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Good start.Please continue posting regular updates.
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