“So you are confirmed that you will not marry Tanuja, you will marry Rekha?” Chandra asked her brother softly.
“Yes, I don’t like Tanuja, she is too drab, she does not even knows how to move around in society.” Pratim said.
“She knows it very well how to move around in society, but she is too soft and sophisticated for your taste.” Chandra said, “Its your life do what you want. But in future if you realize that Rekha does not wants Sushma sent her to me. I will bring her up.”
“She may not be second mother to Sush but she will bring her up all right.” Pratim said arrogantly. “Now if you will excuse me I will go to bed.”
He went upstairs, taking two steps at a time, leaving Chandra in the drawing room. Sushma was sleeping with Chandra, she loved her pishimoni a lot.
Pratim’s wife passed away during delivery. Chandra was living with them at that time, her husband worked on a ship and was out on his final voyage. He is to return next month and stay. He will be working in Kidderpore after that, in Kolkata office.
Sushma was now three years old. Chandra wanted her brother to marry her college friend Tanuja, she knew Tanuja has loved Pratim but never dared to express it, reason? She knew what Pratim thinks of her. Call it a sixth sense with which only lovers are blessed.
Rekha was Pratim’s sister in law, his in-laws too wanted him to marry her because they had greater faith on their own daughter than Chandra’s friend when it came to loving their grand-daughter.
Chandra’s only reason behind objection was she has noted how cold Rekha was to Sushma and all other children. She did not liked children much, she was one of those women who are more lover than a mother.
As for Tanuja she knew how much she doted after Pratim and she has seen deep affection in her eyes when they were around Sushma. To her she was a piece of him.
The marriage occurred after a month of the discussion between the siblings and Chandra shifted to her new flat a month after that. She took Sushma with her because Pratim was out on honeymoon trip.
She thought it would be best if Sushma stayed with her while Pratim and Rekha settle in their love nest after their return. She decided that she will send her to them when they ask for her.
She was surprised when a couple of months passed away after their return and none showing any interest to take Sushma home. Pratim visited her every day without break for at-least half an hour, that’s all.
Chandra and her husband Dhwanit were quite amused but they thought it better to not ask. It might not be the best for the child if she lands there as an eyesore. And they were quite happy that their own son, who was two years older than Sushma had a playmate.
“Ask Pratim if we can enroll Sushma in Arghya’s school.” Dhwanit asked Chandra. “She will get late if we delay it any further.”
“Do it for now, I will later transfer her to its Bhowanipore branch, once Rekha is settled in home. She is rearranging the whole flat. We may change the flat too, you know, somewhere near to our offices, so we can give more time to Sushma.” Pratim said.
Another six months passed away. That day Pratim came with a box of sweets. “Sushma is going to have a brother or sister.” He laughed merrily.
“In that case let her stay with us Pratim, Rekha will need rest. She will get exhausted with Sushma, she is a bundle of mischief.” Dhwanit said.
“Thanks dada.” Pratim clasped his hand.
The new member arrived seven months later. He was a boy. The nurses and doctors said he was carbon copy of Rekha. Chandra and Dhwanit entered the nursing home with a bouquet of flower and Sushma.
Pratim was waiting for them in the lobby. He was brimming with happiness. They entered the cabin, Rekha was sitting their, glowing like a morning rose. Holding and kissing the new born passionately.
She looked up at them and smiled. “We can bring Sushma back home now. Her little brother will have a playmate.”
“No, she will stay with Chandra.” Pratim said. “I think that will be the best for her.”
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Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
daughter
“Upasana, I cant deny that you are an adorable person but the real reason behind my marriage is Sakshi. My daughter. I want a wife who will love her as her own. You have been born and brought up in a joint family, and every one says you dote after children, I sincerely hope that you will love my motherless daughter like you loved them.” Prasun looked at her with eyes full of expectation.
“She is not ‘your motherless child’ “ Upasana quipped, “She is our daughter.”
“Do you think you can blindly trust me?” she asked, “Otherwise I will have to regret the decision of marrying you.”
Prasun hugged her tightly. “Thanks sweetheart.”
Prasun loved his first wife very much, she passed away when Sakshi was three years old, he took another ten years to marry Upasana. After realizing that he cant bring up a daughter on his own especially when he has to travel around the country.
He has initially left her with his own brother and sister in law, then one day he came back from a tour all of a sudden and saw him belting her while the rest of his family watched. He came to know later that all the money he spent was used by his family while she was doled out the leftovers.
Then he decided to take the risk of a step mother. To his relief he noted that Upasana and Sakshi became quite fond of each other, pretty quickly.
A couple of years passed by like dream then Upasana became pregnant. They were blessed by a son. Sakshi doted after her baby brother. She loved playing with him for hours, enjoying every thing about him.
It was a beautiful evening, they were playing in the garden, Upasana was working in the kitchen. All of a sudden Sakshi came running, Soham was missing. Sakshi has come inside for a glass of water and he has vanished.
They both searched the whole house, garden and the entire street. There was no sign of him. Prasun was out of station. Upasana called his brother up who instantly reached them.
“This is why we hated that girl so much.” His wife said. “She must have done it on intention, she must have been jealous of the little one.”
“She was like this with our children too. Always watching them like vulture, even at that age.” She added.
“Please don’t say a single word about my daughter. I am already too tired; I don’t have the energy of giving you explanations for my daughter’s behaviour.” Upasana said firmly. There was something in her expression which silenced the other woman.
“She is not ‘your motherless child’ “ Upasana quipped, “She is our daughter.”
“Do you think you can blindly trust me?” she asked, “Otherwise I will have to regret the decision of marrying you.”
Prasun hugged her tightly. “Thanks sweetheart.”
Prasun loved his first wife very much, she passed away when Sakshi was three years old, he took another ten years to marry Upasana. After realizing that he cant bring up a daughter on his own especially when he has to travel around the country.
He has initially left her with his own brother and sister in law, then one day he came back from a tour all of a sudden and saw him belting her while the rest of his family watched. He came to know later that all the money he spent was used by his family while she was doled out the leftovers.
Then he decided to take the risk of a step mother. To his relief he noted that Upasana and Sakshi became quite fond of each other, pretty quickly.
A couple of years passed by like dream then Upasana became pregnant. They were blessed by a son. Sakshi doted after her baby brother. She loved playing with him for hours, enjoying every thing about him.
It was a beautiful evening, they were playing in the garden, Upasana was working in the kitchen. All of a sudden Sakshi came running, Soham was missing. Sakshi has come inside for a glass of water and he has vanished.
They both searched the whole house, garden and the entire street. There was no sign of him. Prasun was out of station. Upasana called his brother up who instantly reached them.
“This is why we hated that girl so much.” His wife said. “She must have done it on intention, she must have been jealous of the little one.”
“She was like this with our children too. Always watching them like vulture, even at that age.” She added.
“Please don’t say a single word about my daughter. I am already too tired; I don’t have the energy of giving you explanations for my daughter’s behaviour.” Upasana said firmly. There was something in her expression which silenced the other woman.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Mother
31.10.2009
The twosome:
It was an early winter morning, the sunlight was yet to show up. But there were people out on the street already. Though too little in number but there were..
Mahesh opened the main door of his small flat and came out. He was a tall, fair a little plump guy. His wife Uma was as pretty as a painting. Tall, slim, brown eyed, her hair hung below her knees, it covered her whole back and a lot of her arms and chest when it was open, so she had to keep it in a tight bun most of the times. Mahesh loved playing with it when they were together.
Their union was the most blessed union in the world.. that’s what their friends, neighbours and relatives said. Two persons deeply loving each other for twenty years. Mahesh was twenty and Uma was barely fifteen years old when they married.
Every one present in that marriage said that God Shiva has come down to marry his Parvati. May be God wanted to deprive them of something, to save that blessed union from evil eyes..
Twenty years after their marriage they both know that they will never be blessed by a child of their own. Mahesh had some serious physical problems.
It did not changed Uma’s love for him an inch. She knew all the while that she was blessed to have him in her life. Whenever her friends used to share their agonies of being beaten up by their drunk husbands or their other amorous affairs she used to count her blessings and her love for her husband used to swell even more.
“You will be coming back for lunch?” she softly asked him. “Please do, I will prepare poori and gajar ka halwa for you.” She said, as if she was trying to lure a child. Her love for her husband was a purest blending of all types of love.
“I will certainly try to come, you know I cant eat unless you serve me with those lotus hands of yours…” Mahesh answered equally softly, none of them wanted the neighbours to hear their parting words, every one teased them for their undying love.
He started to climb down the stairs after soaking her with his gaze full of deep love. She closed the front door and started her chores one by one.
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The surprise:
Mahesh reached his parked taxi within five minutes. The sky has started to fade into grey. Birds were waking up one by one.
He dusted the taxi and opened the front door. He was about to turn on the ignition key after performing the puja when he heard something in the backseat. It was mewling of a kitten. He switched on the light and saw that he has left the window open last night.
“Oh God!!!!” he muttered as he descended and opened the back door to shoo the cat away.
He saw a small baby lying on the backseat, a beautiful girl dressed in neat and costly clothes. There was a gold chain in her neck and a letter requesting to keep the chain and leave the child to some decent orphanage.
He scooped up the child, locked the taxi carefully and rushed back home.
They contacted the local police station showed them every thing and requested them to let them have the girl. The girl was handed over to them officially. They adopted her and named her Esha.
Twenty five years have passed by. Esha was a young girl now. Studying in university, pursuing doctorate in Economics.
The weather was lovely that evening, Durgapuja was round the corner. The weather was pleasant, the sky was full of white, dazzling clouds. She came out of university and started to walk towards her home. It was hardly fifteen minute from her campus.
She was lost in her own world of young dreams when she heard the screeching of the car’s brake. She lifted her startled eyes and saw a car standing still a few metres away from her and the driver of the car following it cursing his heads off.
She saw a lady looking out at her from the window of the peassenger seat, staring would have been the correct word. She ignored her and went her way.
She reached her home and turned to check the traffic before crossing the road, just then she noted a car stopping near her. The same lady came out of the car and approached her with a slight hesitation.
“Do you live here?” she asked.
Esha did not feel any alarm because the lady was too sophisticated and motherly looking to be menacing in any sense. So she simply nodded.
“Are you looking for some one?” she asked politely.
“No, you look like someone I know. You have a very strong resemblance with him.” The lady said. “Would you mind telling me your father’s name?”
The lady handed her over her visiting card, which said she was the wife of one of the biggest industrialist of a nearby town.
Esha told her father’s name and bade goodbye to the lady. She turned to see before entering her flat, and as she has assumed the lady was standing and watching her.
She said everything to her parents and handed them over the card.
The parents:
Next evening when she returned from her college she saw that her father’s taxi was standing outside.
She was happy and worried. She took two stairs at a time and rang the bell a little breathless.
She was very childish even at this age, she hugged Mahesh and sat down beside him. “Are you okay baba? Ma I am famished, give me something to eat.”
Then she noticed an eery, uncomfortable silence. Her parents were sitting there silently and were visibly upset, almost morose.
“Whats wrong?” she asked.
“The lady you met last evening is your true mother.” Uma said softly.
“You are my true mother, you mean to say she is my biological mother.” Esha said. “From where has she appeared now after these years?”
Uma repeated the story told to her by Kaushalya, Esha’s biological mother. Esha was abandoned because she was a girl child.
Kaushalya was initially told that she was still born but later, years later her husband told her the truth.
They have shifted to USA just after abandoning Esha, they had another son, who is living in USA right now. They have returned because they were missing India.
Kaushalya saw Esha accidentally last evening, she is a replica of her brother Kaushik. The locality is also the same so she took her chance. They want her back to them.
“Okay, story finished, but I am still hungry ma.” Esha said. “When Kaushalya aunty comes next time tell her that if she wants to meet me she will have to come here.” Esha got up to change her dress.
The twosome:
It was an early winter morning, the sunlight was yet to show up. But there were people out on the street already. Though too little in number but there were..
Mahesh opened the main door of his small flat and came out. He was a tall, fair a little plump guy. His wife Uma was as pretty as a painting. Tall, slim, brown eyed, her hair hung below her knees, it covered her whole back and a lot of her arms and chest when it was open, so she had to keep it in a tight bun most of the times. Mahesh loved playing with it when they were together.
Their union was the most blessed union in the world.. that’s what their friends, neighbours and relatives said. Two persons deeply loving each other for twenty years. Mahesh was twenty and Uma was barely fifteen years old when they married.
Every one present in that marriage said that God Shiva has come down to marry his Parvati. May be God wanted to deprive them of something, to save that blessed union from evil eyes..
Twenty years after their marriage they both know that they will never be blessed by a child of their own. Mahesh had some serious physical problems.
It did not changed Uma’s love for him an inch. She knew all the while that she was blessed to have him in her life. Whenever her friends used to share their agonies of being beaten up by their drunk husbands or their other amorous affairs she used to count her blessings and her love for her husband used to swell even more.
“You will be coming back for lunch?” she softly asked him. “Please do, I will prepare poori and gajar ka halwa for you.” She said, as if she was trying to lure a child. Her love for her husband was a purest blending of all types of love.
“I will certainly try to come, you know I cant eat unless you serve me with those lotus hands of yours…” Mahesh answered equally softly, none of them wanted the neighbours to hear their parting words, every one teased them for their undying love.
He started to climb down the stairs after soaking her with his gaze full of deep love. She closed the front door and started her chores one by one.
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The surprise:
Mahesh reached his parked taxi within five minutes. The sky has started to fade into grey. Birds were waking up one by one.
He dusted the taxi and opened the front door. He was about to turn on the ignition key after performing the puja when he heard something in the backseat. It was mewling of a kitten. He switched on the light and saw that he has left the window open last night.
“Oh God!!!!” he muttered as he descended and opened the back door to shoo the cat away.
He saw a small baby lying on the backseat, a beautiful girl dressed in neat and costly clothes. There was a gold chain in her neck and a letter requesting to keep the chain and leave the child to some decent orphanage.
He scooped up the child, locked the taxi carefully and rushed back home.
They contacted the local police station showed them every thing and requested them to let them have the girl. The girl was handed over to them officially. They adopted her and named her Esha.
Twenty five years have passed by. Esha was a young girl now. Studying in university, pursuing doctorate in Economics.
The weather was lovely that evening, Durgapuja was round the corner. The weather was pleasant, the sky was full of white, dazzling clouds. She came out of university and started to walk towards her home. It was hardly fifteen minute from her campus.
She was lost in her own world of young dreams when she heard the screeching of the car’s brake. She lifted her startled eyes and saw a car standing still a few metres away from her and the driver of the car following it cursing his heads off.
She saw a lady looking out at her from the window of the peassenger seat, staring would have been the correct word. She ignored her and went her way.
She reached her home and turned to check the traffic before crossing the road, just then she noted a car stopping near her. The same lady came out of the car and approached her with a slight hesitation.
“Do you live here?” she asked.
Esha did not feel any alarm because the lady was too sophisticated and motherly looking to be menacing in any sense. So she simply nodded.
“Are you looking for some one?” she asked politely.
“No, you look like someone I know. You have a very strong resemblance with him.” The lady said. “Would you mind telling me your father’s name?”
The lady handed her over her visiting card, which said she was the wife of one of the biggest industrialist of a nearby town.
Esha told her father’s name and bade goodbye to the lady. She turned to see before entering her flat, and as she has assumed the lady was standing and watching her.
She said everything to her parents and handed them over the card.
The parents:
Next evening when she returned from her college she saw that her father’s taxi was standing outside.
She was happy and worried. She took two stairs at a time and rang the bell a little breathless.
She was very childish even at this age, she hugged Mahesh and sat down beside him. “Are you okay baba? Ma I am famished, give me something to eat.”
Then she noticed an eery, uncomfortable silence. Her parents were sitting there silently and were visibly upset, almost morose.
“Whats wrong?” she asked.
“The lady you met last evening is your true mother.” Uma said softly.
“You are my true mother, you mean to say she is my biological mother.” Esha said. “From where has she appeared now after these years?”
Uma repeated the story told to her by Kaushalya, Esha’s biological mother. Esha was abandoned because she was a girl child.
Kaushalya was initially told that she was still born but later, years later her husband told her the truth.
They have shifted to USA just after abandoning Esha, they had another son, who is living in USA right now. They have returned because they were missing India.
Kaushalya saw Esha accidentally last evening, she is a replica of her brother Kaushik. The locality is also the same so she took her chance. They want her back to them.
“Okay, story finished, but I am still hungry ma.” Esha said. “When Kaushalya aunty comes next time tell her that if she wants to meet me she will have to come here.” Esha got up to change her dress.
innocent love
31.10.2009
Rita was sitting on a chair, just beside the window. It was late at night, Animesh,her husband was again out of station. The soft moonlight illuminated her pained face. She did not even noticed the magic it was spreading outside.
She was a shortheighted, slim woman in her mid thirties. Her short hair looked cute on her childish face, which was wearing a deep frown right now.
She went to bed after a while, not to sleep, which she knew wont come to her easily….
She looked at the face of her tiny daughter Mahak, she was sleeping like an angel, with a soft smile on her lip. She laid down beside her and pulled her close to her.
Its been ten years since their marriage. She still remembers the first day they went out together. She fell in love with Animesh at the first sight. He was tall, dark and handsome. There was some magic in his huge eyes, which were full of patience, wisdom and kindness.
They were sitting in a park. Spring all around them and in Rita’s heart. She was watching the flowers, birds and her fiance’s face again and again.
“I want to tell you something Rita, before you make up your mind about me, our marriage.” He said in a very soft voice. “You know I am an orphan, I was born and brought up in Ramkrishna Mission.”
“I am not marrying you because I need someone in my life, I am marrying you to keep an oath. I promised someone that I will marry you.” He continued.
“I have a past which I cant share with you. Because someone else’s extremely personal life is involved in it.” he continued, “But that past will never effect our life together, all I will ask from you that I will have to go away from you atleast for ten days per month.”
“Whatever I will do during that period is completely honourable, and though I cant share it with you but I know if I could you would have loved me even more.” He said looking at her face sincerely.
“You can call off the engagement, it wont matter to me.” He concluded.
Well, she chose him and promised him that she will never ask a single thing about his past or any thing which he doesnot wants to tell her. Her heart told her to trust him.
The pain:
Mahak came to their life a couple of years later. She was the apple of their eyes.
During the first few years of their marriage Animesh used to go out for a week per month, then it started to get longer. Not only that the frequency too increased. By the time Mahak was seven years old it started to take its toll on their married life.
He has gone away on first of this month for ten days, now it was twenty first and he has again left. This time for five days.
Rita spent the night without a single minute of sleep, next day was Sunday, no school for Mahak. So she was sleeping but Rita got up with the chirping of the birds.
She decided that it was high time that she will speak with Animesh.
Animesh returned on fifth of next month. There was a dark line of tiredness under his eyes.
Rita made arrangements of his rest and took care that Mahak doesnot disturbs him.
Mahak was out playing with children when Animesh woke up. He got up and saw that Rita was sitting outside in the balcony. She looked up at him when he approached her.
Animesh was shocked by the look of her eyes. A deep pain has taken place of the happiness which used to reside there earlier.
He sat down beside her and took her hand in both of his hands, “I am sorry, I owe you an explanation.”
“Its ok, I have promised you when we married that I will never ask any thing which you don’t want to tell me.” Rita said, “Its just I miss you so much…” her voice trailed away as she turned her face away to avoid an eye contact with him.
“I want to share it with you.” He softly said. “Mahak’s Dussehera holidays are starting from tomorrow right? It’s a ten days holiday, lets take a short trip. Just a few hours journey from here.”
Revelation:
They left early next morning by train. Mahak was chirping like a little bird, chattering away endlessly with Rita. Animesh was sitting silently, speaking only when he was forced to speak.
They descended on a small station at the dusk. The evening sun was glowing in the western sky, spreading a pink hue over every thing, birds were returning to their nests chirping like Mahak.
The horizon was dotted with hills, some were near and some far. Some appeared quite high.
Animesh took a taxi and they started their journey. Another couple of hours later they reached a small hotel situated on a hill. They rented a room for ten days.
“Get fresh. We don’t have any thing to do tonight, we will be there tomorrow morning, at ten.” Animesh said.
When Rita woke up next morning Animesh was not in bed. She got up to look for him and saw him sitting on the balcony. Staring at the eastern horizon which was on a riot of colours.
The clear blue sky was scattered with clouds of various colour and the rising sun was pouring down colour on them with both hands. To enhance the beauty a luscious green carpet of grass was surrounding the hotel. Filled with various types of trees.
Animesh took her hand and pulled her beside him. She sat down beside him with her head resting on his shoulder.
Birds were singing all around them, some were invisible and some not.
“Wake Mahak up, get her ready and feed her something.” Animesh said after an hour or so. The sun was already up and the employees and other guests of the hotel were stirring now.
Some were taking walk in the garden below, some were making arrangements for leaving … and the employees were busy attending them.
The meeting:
Animesh called up the reception for a taxi at nine. They climbed the taxi, it winded its way down the hill to climb another.
It finally stopped near the top of the hill, there was a high boundary wall and a group of guards sitting in the guard room at the gate. They knew Animesh because they exchanged nodds.
Animesh asked the taxi driver to either wait for them or come back after four hours. The taxi driver promised he will be back there sharp at four and left.
They entered the hospital after taking the gate pass. Rita has already read the Signboard which she missed at the first glance.
It was as beautiful as picture, small white buildings were scattered among groves of trees and green lawns. Every where there were flower beds filled up with seasonal flowers, butterflies and bees busily flying around them.
“Let Mahak play here, its absolutely safe.” Animesh said. “she will be clearly visible to us.”
“sweetheart, don’t go out of this garden ok?” he told Mahak. “We are going to that room, if you feel scared you can come to that room and ask that aunty to call us. Whatever you do darling don’t shout.” He showed her a room and the nurse sitting outside it.
“Come.” He held Rita’s hand in his hands as they walked across the lawn towards the room.
“Hi Mr. Ghosh.” The nurse looked surprised. “You were here the day before yesterday, were not you?”
“Tandra is just as before, no improvement or deterioration.” She suppressed her surprise.
“Hi sister, meet my wife Rita, I brought her and my daughter Mahak to meet Tandra.” He introduced them and pointed out Mahak, who was playing in the garden. “Will you keep an eye on her?”
The nurse nodded as she smiled at Rita. They entered the room, it was a neat, clean, beautifully decorated room. With vases full of flower on tables and there was a picture of Animesh, Rita and Mahak on one of them. There was another picture too, Animesh, A gorgeous woman and another girl, who looked just like the woman.
Rita turned toward the patient on the bed, it was the same lady in the picture but she has transformed to almost a skeleton. She was either sleeping deeply or was unconscious.
“Come, lets go and sit outside.” Animesh said, “She is sleeping, wont wake up soon.”
The story:
“Sister, we are sitting there on the lawn, will you let me know if Tandra wakes up?” Animesh asked the nurse when they were outside. She softly smiled and nodded.
They sat down on the grass watching Mahak play.
“She is Tandra. My first love. She was my colleague in my first job.”
“I fell in love with her head over heels and she too reciprocated it.”
“We lived together in Bangalore. She was not very keen to marry and I was hoping she will change her mind with time.”
“Two years went by like dream. That morning she called me up and told me she was expecting.”
“I was ecstatic and proposed her again, this time she agreed and we went to the gynae.”
“It was hardly one month and she changed her mind. When I uttered the word marriage next time she bluntly and heartlessly refused me.”
“I begged her for hours but she did not gave in. That night I emptied a bottle of sleeping pill in a glass of juice and swallowed it.”
“when I woke up she was sitting there, holding my hand, her eyes were red and swollen.”
“That was the beginning of my nightmare, she told me that she is a patient of leukemia, and in the final stages, the gynae told her when she went to her.”
“I begged her for days to marry me and give her last years to me but she refused. She told me that if I don’t listen to her she will kill herself.”
“Then Mehul came, and her condition started to deteriorate further, she started to pester me to get married and she herself selected you and forced me to marry you.”
“She has been working in this hospital since last seven or eight years as a doctor, suddenly her condition deteriorated and she collapsed.”
“That’s when my frequency of visiting her increased. Earlier I used to come here see her and Mehul and return after a couple of days.”
“I have never broken the trust which you have laid on me, I don’t think Tandra would have allowed me either.” He said.
Rita firmly held his hand in both of her hands.
The child:
“Where is Mehul?” she asked.
“I have admitted her to a boarding school nearby. Run by a reputed missionary organisation.” Animesh said.
“She comes to visit Tandra once a week either with me or some nun.” He added.
Rita’s heart filled up with deep pain for the small child who will have to face this horrible loss so early.
“How old is she?” she asked.
“Eleven, her eleventh birthday was last month.” Animesh said.
“What were you planning to do with her if something happened to Tandra?” Rita asked him.
“The boarding school is up to twelfth. After that I would have got her enrolled in some good college.” Animesh said.
“I have some other plans for my elder daughter, I am planning to take her with us when we shift to our own home next month.” Rita said, “we will enroll her there and she will live with us like she is supposed to..”
Tandra did not woke up that day, so they left when the taxi came.
The family:
They headed straight for Mehul’s school. It was a small but prestigious looking school.
One of the nuns guided them to the visitor’s room. Animesh went out to the office with Mahak, Rita was sitting there alone when a beautiful girl entered the room. She was an exact replica of her mother.
Rita stood up and hugged her. “ Mehul?” She asked.
The girl nodded, “Who are you?”
Rita softly replied, “I am your mother, your sister is waiting outside with your father.”Mehul denied vehemently, “You cant be my mother, my mother is in hospital, I go to see her often with father or sister Rose.”Rita held her close and softly said, “When your mom fell sick she prayed to God to send her sister to take her place so she could take care of you, and God has sent me to take care of you.”Mehul innocently looked up at her and hugged her tightly.
They returned that day after clearing the formalities and Mehul was admitted in Mahak’s school.Mahak took her new friend and sister, who was only one year older than her with love and gratitude. She already knew the deep misfortune of her big sister. She regularly visited Sumi with everyone else and have seen the cold hostel in which her sister lived before she found a family in them.Under the caring, guiding eyes of Animesh and Rita two flowers started to bloom and spread their fragrance.
Rita was sitting on a chair, just beside the window. It was late at night, Animesh,her husband was again out of station. The soft moonlight illuminated her pained face. She did not even noticed the magic it was spreading outside.
She was a shortheighted, slim woman in her mid thirties. Her short hair looked cute on her childish face, which was wearing a deep frown right now.
She went to bed after a while, not to sleep, which she knew wont come to her easily….
She looked at the face of her tiny daughter Mahak, she was sleeping like an angel, with a soft smile on her lip. She laid down beside her and pulled her close to her.
Its been ten years since their marriage. She still remembers the first day they went out together. She fell in love with Animesh at the first sight. He was tall, dark and handsome. There was some magic in his huge eyes, which were full of patience, wisdom and kindness.
They were sitting in a park. Spring all around them and in Rita’s heart. She was watching the flowers, birds and her fiance’s face again and again.
“I want to tell you something Rita, before you make up your mind about me, our marriage.” He said in a very soft voice. “You know I am an orphan, I was born and brought up in Ramkrishna Mission.”
“I am not marrying you because I need someone in my life, I am marrying you to keep an oath. I promised someone that I will marry you.” He continued.
“I have a past which I cant share with you. Because someone else’s extremely personal life is involved in it.” he continued, “But that past will never effect our life together, all I will ask from you that I will have to go away from you atleast for ten days per month.”
“Whatever I will do during that period is completely honourable, and though I cant share it with you but I know if I could you would have loved me even more.” He said looking at her face sincerely.
“You can call off the engagement, it wont matter to me.” He concluded.
Well, she chose him and promised him that she will never ask a single thing about his past or any thing which he doesnot wants to tell her. Her heart told her to trust him.
The pain:
Mahak came to their life a couple of years later. She was the apple of their eyes.
During the first few years of their marriage Animesh used to go out for a week per month, then it started to get longer. Not only that the frequency too increased. By the time Mahak was seven years old it started to take its toll on their married life.
He has gone away on first of this month for ten days, now it was twenty first and he has again left. This time for five days.
Rita spent the night without a single minute of sleep, next day was Sunday, no school for Mahak. So she was sleeping but Rita got up with the chirping of the birds.
She decided that it was high time that she will speak with Animesh.
Animesh returned on fifth of next month. There was a dark line of tiredness under his eyes.
Rita made arrangements of his rest and took care that Mahak doesnot disturbs him.
Mahak was out playing with children when Animesh woke up. He got up and saw that Rita was sitting outside in the balcony. She looked up at him when he approached her.
Animesh was shocked by the look of her eyes. A deep pain has taken place of the happiness which used to reside there earlier.
He sat down beside her and took her hand in both of his hands, “I am sorry, I owe you an explanation.”
“Its ok, I have promised you when we married that I will never ask any thing which you don’t want to tell me.” Rita said, “Its just I miss you so much…” her voice trailed away as she turned her face away to avoid an eye contact with him.
“I want to share it with you.” He softly said. “Mahak’s Dussehera holidays are starting from tomorrow right? It’s a ten days holiday, lets take a short trip. Just a few hours journey from here.”
Revelation:
They left early next morning by train. Mahak was chirping like a little bird, chattering away endlessly with Rita. Animesh was sitting silently, speaking only when he was forced to speak.
They descended on a small station at the dusk. The evening sun was glowing in the western sky, spreading a pink hue over every thing, birds were returning to their nests chirping like Mahak.
The horizon was dotted with hills, some were near and some far. Some appeared quite high.
Animesh took a taxi and they started their journey. Another couple of hours later they reached a small hotel situated on a hill. They rented a room for ten days.
“Get fresh. We don’t have any thing to do tonight, we will be there tomorrow morning, at ten.” Animesh said.
When Rita woke up next morning Animesh was not in bed. She got up to look for him and saw him sitting on the balcony. Staring at the eastern horizon which was on a riot of colours.
The clear blue sky was scattered with clouds of various colour and the rising sun was pouring down colour on them with both hands. To enhance the beauty a luscious green carpet of grass was surrounding the hotel. Filled with various types of trees.
Animesh took her hand and pulled her beside him. She sat down beside him with her head resting on his shoulder.
Birds were singing all around them, some were invisible and some not.
“Wake Mahak up, get her ready and feed her something.” Animesh said after an hour or so. The sun was already up and the employees and other guests of the hotel were stirring now.
Some were taking walk in the garden below, some were making arrangements for leaving … and the employees were busy attending them.
The meeting:
Animesh called up the reception for a taxi at nine. They climbed the taxi, it winded its way down the hill to climb another.
It finally stopped near the top of the hill, there was a high boundary wall and a group of guards sitting in the guard room at the gate. They knew Animesh because they exchanged nodds.
Animesh asked the taxi driver to either wait for them or come back after four hours. The taxi driver promised he will be back there sharp at four and left.
They entered the hospital after taking the gate pass. Rita has already read the Signboard which she missed at the first glance.
It was as beautiful as picture, small white buildings were scattered among groves of trees and green lawns. Every where there were flower beds filled up with seasonal flowers, butterflies and bees busily flying around them.
“Let Mahak play here, its absolutely safe.” Animesh said. “she will be clearly visible to us.”
“sweetheart, don’t go out of this garden ok?” he told Mahak. “We are going to that room, if you feel scared you can come to that room and ask that aunty to call us. Whatever you do darling don’t shout.” He showed her a room and the nurse sitting outside it.
“Come.” He held Rita’s hand in his hands as they walked across the lawn towards the room.
“Hi Mr. Ghosh.” The nurse looked surprised. “You were here the day before yesterday, were not you?”
“Tandra is just as before, no improvement or deterioration.” She suppressed her surprise.
“Hi sister, meet my wife Rita, I brought her and my daughter Mahak to meet Tandra.” He introduced them and pointed out Mahak, who was playing in the garden. “Will you keep an eye on her?”
The nurse nodded as she smiled at Rita. They entered the room, it was a neat, clean, beautifully decorated room. With vases full of flower on tables and there was a picture of Animesh, Rita and Mahak on one of them. There was another picture too, Animesh, A gorgeous woman and another girl, who looked just like the woman.
Rita turned toward the patient on the bed, it was the same lady in the picture but she has transformed to almost a skeleton. She was either sleeping deeply or was unconscious.
“Come, lets go and sit outside.” Animesh said, “She is sleeping, wont wake up soon.”
The story:
“Sister, we are sitting there on the lawn, will you let me know if Tandra wakes up?” Animesh asked the nurse when they were outside. She softly smiled and nodded.
They sat down on the grass watching Mahak play.
“She is Tandra. My first love. She was my colleague in my first job.”
“I fell in love with her head over heels and she too reciprocated it.”
“We lived together in Bangalore. She was not very keen to marry and I was hoping she will change her mind with time.”
“Two years went by like dream. That morning she called me up and told me she was expecting.”
“I was ecstatic and proposed her again, this time she agreed and we went to the gynae.”
“It was hardly one month and she changed her mind. When I uttered the word marriage next time she bluntly and heartlessly refused me.”
“I begged her for hours but she did not gave in. That night I emptied a bottle of sleeping pill in a glass of juice and swallowed it.”
“when I woke up she was sitting there, holding my hand, her eyes were red and swollen.”
“That was the beginning of my nightmare, she told me that she is a patient of leukemia, and in the final stages, the gynae told her when she went to her.”
“I begged her for days to marry me and give her last years to me but she refused. She told me that if I don’t listen to her she will kill herself.”
“Then Mehul came, and her condition started to deteriorate further, she started to pester me to get married and she herself selected you and forced me to marry you.”
“She has been working in this hospital since last seven or eight years as a doctor, suddenly her condition deteriorated and she collapsed.”
“That’s when my frequency of visiting her increased. Earlier I used to come here see her and Mehul and return after a couple of days.”
“I have never broken the trust which you have laid on me, I don’t think Tandra would have allowed me either.” He said.
Rita firmly held his hand in both of her hands.
The child:
“Where is Mehul?” she asked.
“I have admitted her to a boarding school nearby. Run by a reputed missionary organisation.” Animesh said.
“She comes to visit Tandra once a week either with me or some nun.” He added.
Rita’s heart filled up with deep pain for the small child who will have to face this horrible loss so early.
“How old is she?” she asked.
“Eleven, her eleventh birthday was last month.” Animesh said.
“What were you planning to do with her if something happened to Tandra?” Rita asked him.
“The boarding school is up to twelfth. After that I would have got her enrolled in some good college.” Animesh said.
“I have some other plans for my elder daughter, I am planning to take her with us when we shift to our own home next month.” Rita said, “we will enroll her there and she will live with us like she is supposed to..”
Tandra did not woke up that day, so they left when the taxi came.
The family:
They headed straight for Mehul’s school. It was a small but prestigious looking school.
One of the nuns guided them to the visitor’s room. Animesh went out to the office with Mahak, Rita was sitting there alone when a beautiful girl entered the room. She was an exact replica of her mother.
Rita stood up and hugged her. “ Mehul?” She asked.
The girl nodded, “Who are you?”
Rita softly replied, “I am your mother, your sister is waiting outside with your father.”Mehul denied vehemently, “You cant be my mother, my mother is in hospital, I go to see her often with father or sister Rose.”Rita held her close and softly said, “When your mom fell sick she prayed to God to send her sister to take her place so she could take care of you, and God has sent me to take care of you.”Mehul innocently looked up at her and hugged her tightly.
They returned that day after clearing the formalities and Mehul was admitted in Mahak’s school.Mahak took her new friend and sister, who was only one year older than her with love and gratitude. She already knew the deep misfortune of her big sister. She regularly visited Sumi with everyone else and have seen the cold hostel in which her sister lived before she found a family in them.Under the caring, guiding eyes of Animesh and Rita two flowers started to bloom and spread their fragrance.
Light of love
31.10.2009
“Baba indra, wake up.” He could hear his mother’s voice outside his bedroom door.
He opened his eyes and looked at the clock on his bedside table it was six in the morning and it was Sunday.
“Indra, get up and brush your teeth and take a stroll in the park before it gets crowded.” He heard her again.
He got out of the bed and went to toilet. He dressed up and left for the park as ordered by his mother. Who was waiting outside his bedroom door with a glass of milk and biscuit.
He was thinking while strolling in the park about his mother Mitali. She got widowed at a very young age, Debendra was only five years old when his father passed away. She was still beautiful. She doted after debendra and she was very, very possessive about him.
Debendra was born with a small defect in one of his legs, which due to ignorance of the small town doctor resulted in a lifelong pain. Debendra’s leg was twisted from the calf, as a result he knew that he will never live normal life like other mens. And his physical helplessness shot up Mitali’s possessiveness on him. She was dead certain that every person is either aiming at her little boy’s neck or at his wallet.
She used to hover over his personal life like a watchful sentry, shooing away any one she had least doubt about. As a result Debendra grew up as a very shy man.
Then youth arrived. To add up to his past miseries whenever he made the mistake of befriending a lady, his mother used to play the girlfriend slayer. Openly telling her all his drawbacks, if the poor girl did not minded his physical problems she used to become over suspicious, and did not had enough tact to hide it. She had a firm belief that only money seekers will be chasing her little boy, and as a mother she has full right of protecting her son.
So he ended up as a very lonely man when it came to friends, forget about lovers.. Debendra started to teach in a school to forget his pain, he used to shower all his affection on the children and they used to dote on him.
Life was moving on in its usual monotonous pace. One day after another without any variation. Only spice in Debendra’s life was those hours spent with children, watching them living their life with unbridled joy.
He was just about to enter the gate when he heard a sweet voice, “Can you please show me the Principal’s room?”
He turned his face, it was a beautiful young lady. She smiled at him and Debendra could feel the perspiration forming on his forehead.
“Yes, sure, why not?” he mumbled. “Please come.”
He took her to the chamber.
“I am Mira, the new librarian.” She stretched out her hand to him before entering the chamber.
“I am Debendra.” He smiled.
Library was Debendra’s obsession, the school had a gem of a library. The earlier librarian Mr. Ghosh has retired just a month ago. He and Debendra was really close friends.
Mira soon became very close friend, she had a graceful way of presenting herself. She could coax any one to friendship.
Soon they both realized that they have too much in common and their friendship grew deeper with every passing day.
Soon it was summer vacation, this time Debendra was really sad, on one hand he was going to miss the kids on the other hand he was going to miss Mira. The only intimate friend he was blessed with.
He was sitting on the balcony watching the garden below. There was a spacious garden and lawn surrounding the housing. Straight roads connecting every block with four exits.
A sultry summer day has turned into a breezy, cloudy eveing. He noted a lady walking toward their block. She looked familiar and when she approached nearer he saw that it was Mira.
He was surprised, he never knew that she knew someone from their housing.
A few minutes later he heard their doorbell ring, Mitali answered the door.
“Indra someone has come to see you!” he counted five before he got up. It was Mira ofcourse and she was there to see him.
“Hi Deb! I was getting bored, so I thought it will be better if I bug you.” She smiled when she saw him.
“You remember that promise you gave me? You will teach me French?” she showed him some books and notebooks. “I have made the arrangements.”
“Oh yes!!” Debendra mumbled, he could see his mother standing and watching Mira like a hawk.
“Here goes another friend..” he thought inside.
“Ma, she is Mira, our librarian. She has joined a few months ago.” He introduced her to Mitali.
To his pleasant surprise he observed that Mitali soon got over her suspicions on Mira. To doubly relieve him Mira used to include Mitali with them and used to mix with her as freely as a family member.
The summer vacation just flew by. One week was left before the school was reopening.
Debendra was sitting on his favourite chair when Mitali came and sat down beside him.
“I like Mira”, she started unceremoniously, “She is a very nice girl.”
“I was asking her yesterday if she likes you.. I think she really loves you a lot.” Mitali continued. “She is an orphan. So there is no one to look after her.”
Debendra was staring at her with a bewildered look. A deep disappointment slowly sinking in his heart. His mind projecting the cold rejection which he will have to face when he next time talks with Mira.
“I asked her if she will marry you and she said that she will be honoured if a person like you becomes her life partner.” Mitali added triumphantly. “You should propose her.”
Love twists
31.10.2009
Maitreyee placed her bag on the table and went to the toilet to change. Its been a long day at office and the bus took too long to reach station, as a result she missed her usual train.
She went out after a while to the kitchen, her mother was fixing up her snacks. “Mitu, Amal’s parents came again today.” Tripti said when they were sitting together in the balcony.
Maitreyee was looking at the scene outside her home, the street lamps were spreading their yellowish light on the small road in front of her home.
People were returning home after working. Some chatting merrily with friends, some walking alone.
There was an environment of peace and relaxation every where.
“Mitu!!” Tripti insisted.
“Ma, how many times will I have to tell you that I don’t love Amal, I can never accept him as my husband?” she asked softly but there was a tinge of impatience in her voice.
Maitreyee knew Tripti and her father Prakash will be aghast. Amal was one of the most eligible bachelors in this town and he has become obsessed with her.
His family has asked her family again and again for her hand and she has been refusing their proposal for more than last two years.
He was handsome, rich and belonged to a good family. Maitreyee knew him since college days. They were friends then, and then Amal fell in love with her.
She still remembers that day, she was in the second year. They all have gone out for a picnic. Not the whole college only their group of friends. Amal was the main enthuciast of that group. He had a marvellous singing voice.
They selected a plot near damodar river, its sandy banks were ideal for picknickers. There were small, small groups scattered over all the place.
When everyone else expressed their desire for a dip in the river Maitreyee said she will look after the things.
She was sitting there alone, watching them frolicking in the water, splashing water at each other like children. “You did not went to bath with them?” she was startled and turned, it was Amal.
Broken spell:
“No, I am not very well today, otherwise I too would have loved joining them.” Maitreyee said softly.
Amal started to first hum and then clearly sing a song. He had a magical voice, one song preceded other and she sat mesmerized.
She was almost in love with him by the time the group returned to them famished.
The plates were quickly placed and everyone sat down.
Maitreyee noted shyly that he selected the place right beside her. A rush of hot blood ran up to her cheeks and she lowered her head.
Then he started to eat…… she watched him slurping, masticating and swallowing and felt she was sitting beside a oversized primate attired in human clothes. Who blissfully oblivious of the whole world was gorging up his food, like there is no tomorrow.
She nibbled her food and got up to wash her hand. She was sitting on the mat when the second shockwave hit her, he was washing his hands and mouth. She wouldnot have been surprised if it was audible from the other side of the river.. something churned in her stomach and it was not laughter, it was the food she has just eaten.
Those two shockwaves shattered away the sandcastle she has built on that ocean shore called love.
But Amal had no such reason, so to her horror and compassion he instantly became obsessed with her.
She tried every possible way to show him that they were not meant for each other, even tried rudeness but none worked.
Then he took the next step. His parents approached hers and her parents felt they were flying in the seventh sky.
The nests:
Maitreyee was sitting in the balcony. Listening to Kanika Bandhopadhyay. Her deep voice always added some extra peace to her mornings.
Tripti came out with two cups of tea. “Amal’s mother came yesterday when you were in office.”
“There is no need of frowning.” Tripti said when she noted that Maitreyee was about to open her mouth.
“She came to invite us to Amal’s marriage. She repeatedly said that Amal has requested you to attend the marriage.” Tripti handed a card to her.
Maitreyee certainly went there and happily. Amal’s wife Jyotsna was a piece of beauty. A gorgeous looking woman.
Amal welcomed her with over enthuciasm. He described every quality which Jyotsna possessed in long details. He got busy with a childish obsession of flaunting his love for Jyotsna.
Maitreyee could understand that Amal hated her, and his love or passion for her was so strong that he could not hide it, and was unable to hide his hatred now.
On his over eagerness to show his wife off to Maitreyee they became fast friends. Maitreyee and Jyotsna became almost inseparable.
Dusk was settling when Amal came home and sat down near his son sleeping in his cradle. Its been four years since Amal’s marriage, he was blessed with a beautiful son a few months ago.
Jyotsna entered the room with his snacks and tea. She handed him a card with a big smile on her face. It was Maitreyee’s Wedding Invitation.
“That snob finally found a man idiot enough to marry her?” Amal laughed.
Jyotsna did not responded to his taunting only glared at him.
“Its next month.” She said merrily. “I will be busy helping her.”
“Do you want to meet Deeptendu?” She asked, “I am going out for lunch with them next Sunday, you can come along too. I will manage.”
“Sure, I want to see that idiot.” Amal said.
Jyotsna and Amal reached first. They were waiting outside the restaurant when they noted Maitreyee coming towards them, a handsome, tall guy was walking with her.
Introduction over they sat down to have the lunch. Jyotsna was surprised to note that Deeptendu’s table manners were also quite horrible.
“Why did you refused my poor hubby?” Jyotsna grilled her friend when they were alone next time. “He still hates you for that.”
Jyotsna knew the reason why Maitreyee has refused to marry Amal.
“I don’t know myself, do we become more adjusting when we love or we are unkind towards the people we don’t love… “ Maitreyee mused.
“It was love at first sight. I saw Deeptendu and I fell in love. He is an angel, a pure hearted creature. He has his share of flaws but his qualities are too many and too much.” Maitreyee said.
“I fell in love with him just after your marriage, and he proposed to me next month. I have been mixing with him all this time to gauge the depth of my love. Well, I said yes after I became confident that I can love him with his flaws.”
“Love just happens. I believe God had better plans for Amal, that is why I rejected him.” she laughed.
“Not only for him, me too, I got you and Deeptendu.” She added.
“Marriage should occur only when two persons can respect and like each other whole heartedly. Then only they will be able to take the remaining hardships of life, which are bound to come. These waves are tackled by the oars of mutual love and respect, without which the boat will sink, no matter how costly or beautiful it is.” She muttered thoughtfully.
Maitreyee placed her bag on the table and went to the toilet to change. Its been a long day at office and the bus took too long to reach station, as a result she missed her usual train.
She went out after a while to the kitchen, her mother was fixing up her snacks. “Mitu, Amal’s parents came again today.” Tripti said when they were sitting together in the balcony.
Maitreyee was looking at the scene outside her home, the street lamps were spreading their yellowish light on the small road in front of her home.
People were returning home after working. Some chatting merrily with friends, some walking alone.
There was an environment of peace and relaxation every where.
“Mitu!!” Tripti insisted.
“Ma, how many times will I have to tell you that I don’t love Amal, I can never accept him as my husband?” she asked softly but there was a tinge of impatience in her voice.
Maitreyee knew Tripti and her father Prakash will be aghast. Amal was one of the most eligible bachelors in this town and he has become obsessed with her.
His family has asked her family again and again for her hand and she has been refusing their proposal for more than last two years.
He was handsome, rich and belonged to a good family. Maitreyee knew him since college days. They were friends then, and then Amal fell in love with her.
She still remembers that day, she was in the second year. They all have gone out for a picnic. Not the whole college only their group of friends. Amal was the main enthuciast of that group. He had a marvellous singing voice.
They selected a plot near damodar river, its sandy banks were ideal for picknickers. There were small, small groups scattered over all the place.
When everyone else expressed their desire for a dip in the river Maitreyee said she will look after the things.
She was sitting there alone, watching them frolicking in the water, splashing water at each other like children. “You did not went to bath with them?” she was startled and turned, it was Amal.
Broken spell:
“No, I am not very well today, otherwise I too would have loved joining them.” Maitreyee said softly.
Amal started to first hum and then clearly sing a song. He had a magical voice, one song preceded other and she sat mesmerized.
She was almost in love with him by the time the group returned to them famished.
The plates were quickly placed and everyone sat down.
Maitreyee noted shyly that he selected the place right beside her. A rush of hot blood ran up to her cheeks and she lowered her head.
Then he started to eat…… she watched him slurping, masticating and swallowing and felt she was sitting beside a oversized primate attired in human clothes. Who blissfully oblivious of the whole world was gorging up his food, like there is no tomorrow.
She nibbled her food and got up to wash her hand. She was sitting on the mat when the second shockwave hit her, he was washing his hands and mouth. She wouldnot have been surprised if it was audible from the other side of the river.. something churned in her stomach and it was not laughter, it was the food she has just eaten.
Those two shockwaves shattered away the sandcastle she has built on that ocean shore called love.
But Amal had no such reason, so to her horror and compassion he instantly became obsessed with her.
She tried every possible way to show him that they were not meant for each other, even tried rudeness but none worked.
Then he took the next step. His parents approached hers and her parents felt they were flying in the seventh sky.
The nests:
Maitreyee was sitting in the balcony. Listening to Kanika Bandhopadhyay. Her deep voice always added some extra peace to her mornings.
Tripti came out with two cups of tea. “Amal’s mother came yesterday when you were in office.”
“There is no need of frowning.” Tripti said when she noted that Maitreyee was about to open her mouth.
“She came to invite us to Amal’s marriage. She repeatedly said that Amal has requested you to attend the marriage.” Tripti handed a card to her.
Maitreyee certainly went there and happily. Amal’s wife Jyotsna was a piece of beauty. A gorgeous looking woman.
Amal welcomed her with over enthuciasm. He described every quality which Jyotsna possessed in long details. He got busy with a childish obsession of flaunting his love for Jyotsna.
Maitreyee could understand that Amal hated her, and his love or passion for her was so strong that he could not hide it, and was unable to hide his hatred now.
On his over eagerness to show his wife off to Maitreyee they became fast friends. Maitreyee and Jyotsna became almost inseparable.
Dusk was settling when Amal came home and sat down near his son sleeping in his cradle. Its been four years since Amal’s marriage, he was blessed with a beautiful son a few months ago.
Jyotsna entered the room with his snacks and tea. She handed him a card with a big smile on her face. It was Maitreyee’s Wedding Invitation.
“That snob finally found a man idiot enough to marry her?” Amal laughed.
Jyotsna did not responded to his taunting only glared at him.
“Its next month.” She said merrily. “I will be busy helping her.”
“Do you want to meet Deeptendu?” She asked, “I am going out for lunch with them next Sunday, you can come along too. I will manage.”
“Sure, I want to see that idiot.” Amal said.
Jyotsna and Amal reached first. They were waiting outside the restaurant when they noted Maitreyee coming towards them, a handsome, tall guy was walking with her.
Introduction over they sat down to have the lunch. Jyotsna was surprised to note that Deeptendu’s table manners were also quite horrible.
“Why did you refused my poor hubby?” Jyotsna grilled her friend when they were alone next time. “He still hates you for that.”
Jyotsna knew the reason why Maitreyee has refused to marry Amal.
“I don’t know myself, do we become more adjusting when we love or we are unkind towards the people we don’t love… “ Maitreyee mused.
“It was love at first sight. I saw Deeptendu and I fell in love. He is an angel, a pure hearted creature. He has his share of flaws but his qualities are too many and too much.” Maitreyee said.
“I fell in love with him just after your marriage, and he proposed to me next month. I have been mixing with him all this time to gauge the depth of my love. Well, I said yes after I became confident that I can love him with his flaws.”
“Love just happens. I believe God had better plans for Amal, that is why I rejected him.” she laughed.
“Not only for him, me too, I got you and Deeptendu.” She added.
“Marriage should occur only when two persons can respect and like each other whole heartedly. Then only they will be able to take the remaining hardships of life, which are bound to come. These waves are tackled by the oars of mutual love and respect, without which the boat will sink, no matter how costly or beautiful it is.” She muttered thoughtfully.
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