Friday, 16 October 2020

KRISSHU

 


KRISHU

Krishhhhuuuu !!!”   I heard it aloud. I turned back to see who was screaming. I found an old woman in white cotton wrinkled saree. Her fair skin and wrinkled face complimented with her wrinkled saree that looked as if it was not washed for ages. She was looking for someone called Krishu. I was in complete defocus or maybe you can say that she completely ignored me while she was busy searching for Krishu. Her fair skin and weak poster compelled me to move ahead and offer her some help, but poor me! She didn’t even notice me standing on a one hand distance from her. She stretched her hand in the front direction as if trying to stop Krishu. Tears cornered her eyes. I felt sad and pity on her. Without thinking much, I took a step closer to her and held her hand. It was soft, it was wrinkled, it had thin green veins which were clearly seen due to her thin and fair skin, and her palm was cold when I held it. She was close to tears, she continued to stare in the direction she was looking at since a few minutes ago.

I wrapped my other hand over her shoulder while comforted her gently.  She realised my presence. She turned and looked at me with teary eyes. I offered her my white handkerchief and asked her softly “Daadi, whom are you searching? Who is krishu?” She gave me a questioned look. I realised, we are new to each other. I took my hand from her shoulder and politely introduced myself. “Daadi, I am Keshav. “Keshav Mishra. I am an architect by profession, ghar banata hu, I added. My office is there, I said pointing out at a multi-storeyed tall building that stood in front of us.” She shifted her gaze from me to the place I was pointing out at. Then she looked at me, as if wanting to know something more. I added further, “Today, I finished off early and was going this way towards shanti Niketan, so thought of waiting for a moment and ordering a cup of masala tea at your tea stall I simply love your hand made – adrak ki chaii, hence I stopped by daadi.” We ordered tea and coffee from your tea stall quiet often hence, before I could finish my line, she intervened and said, “I was looking for my grandson, who is missing since last three days. His name is Krishu. Before you walked in, I saw a group of young teenagers passing by, I thought my Krishu was there so I ran after them, leaving everything behind as it is”

I was taken aback to learn this. She looked at me and said, Krishu is in standard 7 right now. He is very intelligent, very helpful and hardworking, before she could say anything further; I looked at the empty road that lay ahead of us. It was dark and had just one dim light blinking. Then I looked at her helpless face. Her pale face and teary eyes made me heartbroken. Suddenly, I felt a strong urge to help her in finding her grandchild. I looked at her and said, “daadi, aapne FIR nahi likhwayi? apka pota missing hone ki?” Looking at me she said, “beta FIR is registered for those who are alive”

A cold perspiration rushed down my spine. I was frozen. I was emotionless, I was speechless. I was hurt, but she looked calm, composed, as if she accepted this bitter condition of her life. I went near her and hugged her. Her soft hands caressed me and held me firm in her arms. I felt so warm and blessed in her embrace that I could never express in words.

She looked at me and said, “The only reason behind me opening a tea stall here was to connect with the kids who study at the nearby Shanti Niketan school. I feel my Krishu in these school going kids. I cook for them poha and upma in the morning as breakfast and they love to eat sheera that I cook for them on every Ekadashi. She looked at me and said, tomorrow is Ekadashi, but the school is having a summer vacation, so no child would turn up tomorrow for the sheera.”  Tears rolled down her eyes. I wiped off her tears and said, daadi – “kal aap sheera jarur banana please” I said and left the place.

The next morning as she was busy preparing the sheera, a white car stopped by her tea stall and a small boy of 7 years jumped out of the car and ran towards her tea stall counter. She was engrossed in making the final garnishing work for her sheera, when a cute voice fell on her ears, “daadiiii mujhe sheera khana hain” She looked up with a surprise and saw a cute little kid standing near her platform eager to taste the first spoon of the sheera in his mouth. She was amazed by his charm and cuteness. She left the vessel at once and extended her hand towards the little boy in enormous love and affection. Putting her soft wrinkled palm on his cheek, she asked, “beta aap kon ho, kya naam hain apka,?” Krishav, my son looked at me innocently as if needed a prompt response from me!

I entered the tea stall and clearing my voice, I uttered – Daadi ka krishu”

Leaving the platform, daadi went near him and kissed on his forehead with an abundant affection and care, I literally had goose bumps while I watched them both.

I received a message on my phone – It was a reminder alert! – The message highlighted today’s date 16th October with a note added to it that read – “EKADASHI TODAY!”

I looked at the screen of my phone and smiled.






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Thursday, 8 October 2020

THE PARTING GIFT...


The Parting Gift....

It was the last day of college and we all decided to have a formal group photo. I still remember the moment that I hated the most.... I was asked to stand next to the girl I hated the most all through my life!!

Renu, my biggest enemy, was standing beside me during the photo session, why? Because she was the topper in the class;

All these years, it was me who won the BEST STUDENT AWARD, and now all of a sudden it was her! I cannot forget this insult and so I decided to plan a conspiracy against her. The day I chose was today’s, the last day of college, but I shall make sure that she remembers this day as the WORST day of her life! I hate her! I simply hate her!!

She was standing beside me after the photo session got over, waiting for her chance to come to address the gathering. I stood forward, held the mic in my hand and spoke with an air of arrogance and attitude!

“So Ms. Renu, we all know that you are the topper of the college, but please share what is the main source of your motivation behind the success?”  I sarcastically mentioned loud in the mic, what is your motivation to get the highest marks, baby? Or friends should I guess? I uttered in the mic, Renu was frozen in her place, she stood standstill wearing zero expressions on her face! Yes! Come forward Renu and share with us, what was the source of your inspiration to study and secure marks? My arrogance was at its peak when I decided to punish her publicly, so I went near her, dragged her by her hand and made her stood in front of the mic.

Looking at her I once again prompted loudly in the mic, so tell us dear, what sacrifices you have to make for securing such good marks in the final year! What was the source of your inspiration? I mentioned this and soon started giving the examples, tell me dear, was it the books, notes, perfumes, wallets, costly dresses, unique watches...etc. etc,...tell us, my dearest ENEMY, we are all waiting to hear you!

She sobbed quietly in her place. When Prof, Sharma chipped in and stood beside her side; will you please stop all this nonsense, rashi? Do you know what are you saying? Are you in your senses? He mentioned all this in a very harsh tone, loud enough to make the place fall silent and calm...Everybody was stunned to see this. Prof. Sharma was Renu’s subject guide and he always took pride in her success and always praised her hard work. 

So, Rashi! He roared in the mic, you want to know what made her succeed all these years in college. He asked looking straight in my eyes and with anger and aggression in his voice, he said, “You can never match up to her standard of living because you are born rich, my dear child! I was taken aback to hear that. Prof. Sharma was a very calm and composed man, very enthusiastic and lovable when it came to be with the students, but today everyone gathered in the assembly room was shocked to see a different Prof. Sharma, silence was wrapped around the whole assembly hall!

Why should you understand what means to be the topper of the class for all the three consecutive years? For you all I am sure what matters is those luxurious cars, those exorbitant parties and gifts, fancy watches and what not. Ask this girl, what is her source of inspiration and you will come to know what does hard work mean? What is the real inspiration for this girl?

Everybody including Rashi was taken aback by Prof. Sharma’s comments; she felt bad and buried herself with shame.

Poor child, Renu, he pointed at her, taking the mic in his hand, he waved at Renu and said, “THE ONLY INSPIRATION that this POOR girl had was the 2 TIME FREE MEAL THAT WAS SERVED HERE IN THIS COLLEGE” ...I hope now, one and all present here in the assembly got the ANSWER! Or should I place it on the notice board tomorrow morning? He stared at Rashi and walked away.

Renu cried heavily and ran towards the door... I was standing alone on the stage, still unmoved when I felt a palm on my shoulder, It was Prof. Sharma. My dear child, he said, “Your lost a good competitor today, but it’s my humble request to you, please DONT LOSE A GENUINE FRIEND in form of RENU!

“Money isn’t always that give you happiness, remember in life”! he said, and pated me on my back and went away.

Prof. Sharma’s words echoed my ears when I saw someone wiping my tears off, it was Renu! I was shocked to see her standing beside me and consoling me, I am sooo...rrryyy words struggled to come out of my mouth, when she placed her hand on my mouth and whispered in my ears, lets, make this day, the LAST DAY OF OUR ENOMICITY AND FIRST DAY OF OUR NEW FREIDNSHIP!

Will you be my best friend? She forwarded her hand and I grabbed it and hugged her, NOT JUST FRIEND, but FRIENDS FOREVER!!


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PLEASE BE THERE FOR THIS OCTOBER AS MANY SUCH STORIES ARE COMING UP ON FRIDAYS...

NEXT FRIDAY- 16.10.20. A SPECIAL DAY!!! 

A SPECIAL STORY AWAITS YOU!!! - STAY TUNED!!!

 

Friday, 2 October 2020

DIVINELY MATCHED


It always happens, when we often lose all our hopes and stop at a point, when we have no option but to choose. The choice may not be that difficult though, however, the very thinking and conception of it does take a toll of us, right from its initial stage till the time its closure is decided, we have a constant frame of mind, that is into a juggling, a duel that sets the pendulum of our mind and heart swinging from “YES’ to ‘NO”, from “Right” to “Wrong”, “should I” to “should I not”.  It is a funny lane on which we start walking. We find various new faces in our journey. New expeditions all together are encountered. 

Today, was this expedition day for me – “meri ungliyaan baar baar google playstore par jakar DM type karti aur, mera mann chetavni deta – decide karlo pehle app download karna hain ki nahi ?”; But, finally my mind was quick and spontaneous to respond to the situation – “aisa hi toh hota haina – jis baat ki ijajat dil naa de, ussi ko sabse pehle karna hota hain dimaag ko”

A whole family of W’s - “what, why, how, where, who”, starts loitering around us from within. Novice experiences start bothering us from, new fears, to new surprises, to new hopes, dreams and fascinations and fantasies.

Oops! I forgot to introduce myself! Hello. I am sonu! (Female, 31) and currently working in an MNC in Gujarat. “Bas aajke liye itna hi kaafi hain”  “Filhaal main work ke saath ek aur chiz bhi kar rahi hu – meri best friend ne mujhe bataya tha iske bare main” Now, why to waste time in knowing kyu, kahan, kaise?, instead just join me in my journey of DM! (pata chal jayega DM kya hain don’t worry)

 

“It all started with DM”, a new application that connects people socially through a social media app. “Aam language main isko dating app, aisa kehte hain!” The purpose of joining this, was to get connected to the person who we think, we can connect to well.

 

I was busy shuffling the photos of various prospective grooms on DM when suddenly 3 profiles caught my attention; out of which two were from Ahmadabad and one from Bangalore. Isn’t it quite a weird thing to keep on visiting a certain profile in a day, strange but true? I did that the whole day, kept on reading those profiles that I selected. I liked these profiles in one go and I hit a click button on it. Further in a childish curiosity, when I clicked on the message icon mentioned there above in the toolbar menu, I was taken aback to see a message flashed on my mobile screen.

 

The person you liked, should like you too for taking talks ahead; patience my dear patience”....

 

I just widened my eyes and read that twice. OMG, how foolish I was to do that. But, it was not my fault at all. We are always in a hurry to watch out for the next step. And I am no exception to this rule! The moment I liked the status and profiles, I hit a “LIKE” button and further, as this was done, my over smart mind questioned me “WHAT NEXT”...; to this my impatient heart answered let’s get started with a conversation “IMMEDIATELY”.

 

Well, nothing happens immediately, I consoled my heart and logged out of the application. A new day that was, I reached office early, and was busy finishing off with the targets in hand. Suddenly, a buzz fell on my ears; my phone got a message, the icon of DM popped up as a notification on my mobile screen. Bas fir kya tha, “yehi toh chahiye tha na mujhe”... within a moment, I just pushed aside the huge box file in front of me, closing all the windows on my PC one by one, cleared my office desk, flipped some stationery from here and there, just  to locate my phone.

 

Hassh! Finally! Gotcha!, (with a ear to ear wali smile),I grabbed it firmly, unplugged the charger, watched out for my surroundings quickly,(arree bhai! – jab hum apne aap main magna hote hain, tabhi puri duniya ko apne saare kaam chodkar ye jaana hota hain, ki hum aakhir kyu itne magna hain?)”, after all its psychological na!

 

So I looked around to see, who is looking at me, who is staring at me, rather! who is observing me, what exactly my CEO is doing at the moment... “Uff! Bechari main!

 

I finished all these difficult tasks and quickly unlocked my mobile lock  and straightaway chose to open the DM message, leaving behind 137 unread messages on whatsapp, 10 notifications on my FB page, 2 text messages in my mobile, 4 missed calls. Now this is what I call, “Competition at its level best!” What to choose over what??? (Immediately, my rational mind recalled the economics – theory of demand, in particularly, the problem of choice!)”...I shook my head and told myself – shhhh... FOCUS karo FOCUS! But, out of all the notifications, DM –came out victorious in it.

 

There were 2 notifications, both from Ahmadabad. “Widening my eyes, I just checked on those messages”, I read both from both the members, oops! Prospective candidates... I must say na! Oho! I m blushing now! Aree bhai apke saath bhi aisa hua hoga! Ismain konsi nayi baat hain!

 

While, I got engrossed in reading those messages from both the profiles, I just overheard my name from a girl sitting next to me. My eyes are still glued to the mobile screen and I was busy trying to open the messages; I mean I was juggling actually, ki pehle kiska message padhu? The girl sitting next tapped on my shoulder this time, and Irritated to it, I jittered, aagey bolna kya hua ruchi?

 

Ruchi gave me a ‘whatever wala look’ and said, “abhi toh kuch nahi hua, but agey pakka hoga!” CEO ma’am, bula rahi hain tujhe unke cabin main!”...My fingers froze for a moment, leaving behind all the fantasies, I was brought brutly to the world of realities! In a few minutes, I reacted foolishly looking at her and screamed, kya? Kab? Kyun? ...too many questions in one go, and she calmly responded, Haan! pichle 10 mins se! AGM ki meeting ke liye! She replied to all my questions in the sequence, I asked her!

 

My jaws dropped down. “Oh! NO!” I just gasped and put my mobile aside and walked inside the CEO’s cabin shamelessly without carrying any diary or pen with me. (Shhh... haso mat...nervousness issiko kehte hain aakhir, haina?”) Aur isi ke saath, economics ka ek aur term mujhe instantly yaad aa gaya! “Opportunity Cost”!

(“Pata nahi kyu, lekin jab meri buri tarah se lagne wali hoti hain, tabhi mujhe economics ke har kisse gin gin ke yaad aane lagte hain!”)

 

Khair! To Opportunity cost is – to choose the next best alternative! And at this moment - I was supposed to choose the next best alternative for me given the range of limited resources at my disposal. You know what next best alternative was awaiting me? – “meri aur meri CEO se urgent meeting!”

(I never knew that Economics loved me too!)

 

A choice was to be made, between the assignments that I and ruchi, were assigned; only 2 hours were allotted to us! Sometimes, life really plays rude games in form of a hyper BOSS! I mean like, I was already amidst situation where I was to choose my Mr. FUTURE PERFECT, and now this new assignment, all of a sudden? Like a googly ball from my khadus While, I left my CEO’s cabin, she smiled at me and said, “ek ghante main reports submit kardena haan!” staring at me from the CEO’s cabin! Closing the door of her cabin, I cursed her and planted a fake smile on my face!

 

God must be smiling from above, he exactly knew which area of life, I need to work upon well! “Lekin – duniya main hum aaye hain to jeena padega! (I reminded myself!)”

 

Ruchi ke saath thoda sar khapakar aur meetings ki minutes banakar...Alas! I had to listen to my heart for sure now, so I just excused myself from RUCHI and the office crowd, (aree wohi purana bahana – main zara washroom jakar aati hu!)” and before they could say anything, I was literally, gaayab from the cabin. I smartly slipped my phone under my cotton dupatta so that “Log mujhe toke nahi – ki washroom main mobile kyu leka jana hain and all those foolish stuffs” I  finally, isolated myself for secret reading about the messages sent by those two candidates. (God!...messages padhne ke liye washroom main aana padta hai!” tapping my forehead I murmered.

 

“Hey! How are you?” one of the messages said, I am fine and you?” I replied quickly.  One of them was very quick in replying tough, so he just shared his mobile number with me and asked me to drop a message on his whatsapp. Itni bhi jaldi kya hain! I murmured! I was surprised to learn this! No clue at all how to react to this? So I logged off from the DM app soon. The very next moment I realised, that I was still to check the message from the other candidate from Ahmadabad. Oops! I completely forgot..., so again I logged in hurriedly and opened the other candidates profile to check what he had inboxed me? But, it was a smiley! Actually, it was a reply he gave me to my question on – did he like movies? And what kinda movies he liked watching? How am I going to know from a smiley? – “Ye boys – to the point kyu nahi bol pate?” I thought to myself.

 

For few hours work caught me up, but suddenly the evening tea came up with a surprise. I got a message, yes again on DM. This time from the person whose message I was waiting for since MORNING; the guy from Bangalore.  An ear to ear smile carved on my face when I saw his message. It said, “Hey! I too was a part of such campaigns at work; it was fun, enjoyed and had a good time too”. He actually shared this when I mentioned in my previous message, about what are my hobbies and that I loved writing fiction stories, poems and scripts theatre and plays!

 

I was happy to know our hobbies matched. He was kind enough to mention that, BOTHERATION should not be a word at all! This was when I saw him go offline soon when I messaged him inquiring whether I am intruding him with posting messages on his DM account. As usual, I had to wait again for the whole day to get his answer. Meanwhile, I just checked out some more profiles, but the thought of that Bangalore Boy never left me alone even for a while! And I said to myself, “Welcome to the world of DREAMS”.

 

Impatience as they say is too bad to handle…. So I straight away listened to my heart and texted him my mobile number with a message, to buzz me on my whatsapp. Cool na, isn’t it?

 

Sometimes we surprise life and most of the times, life surprises us! That day, waiting for the whole day for his message on my whatsapp, I thought life is really funny, it doesn’t fetch you what you want that easily! But then yes, it has its own way of surprising us too. At 11:55pm I thought let me go to sleep, let’s not wait now, and the moment I headed towards my room, and a sweet surprise unveiled at 12:00am sharp” I mean, WOW!! See the timing, man!! The B’lore guy, was here! I could not resist my eyes reading his name that I saved in my mobile. Still couldn’t believe - it was him who messaged me! I smiled and blushed together. Something happened that moment. I can’t explain what it was – but I loved being that phase – as of now! I felt.

 

Hey!… Jeet here”  (crisp, short and to the point message), I thought to myself. There was a cute smiling SMILEY! Icon followed after his message.

“Yes I know”, I replied.

“So tell me, how are you?” (I know this line is cliché, but “yaar conversation start karne ke liye kuch toh ho!”)

“I am good and you?” He inquired politely. (yaar, yeh itna hi bolta hain?) I thought to myself then replied to his message.

I am good, just going to sleep as its 12:00am.”

 

Now this is what we call “WE GIVING SURPRISE TO LIFE”. Isn’t it true? “When it has to offer us the goodness, we keep ourselves away, fearing that this may SLIP AWAY soon, so we wanna preserve it for tomorrow, and forget what today holds for us!” and in this hustle, we often forget to enjoy the moments in hand…

 

So like a foolish, I messaged him, “great! Can we talk tomorrow I am feeling sleepy now!”

And like a gentleman he replied, “Ok, no problem, we shall talk tomorrow!”

I hit a back button and was about to shut my phone when a message from him popped up again.

“Good Night… “

and again a Sweet SMILEY followed! (This time with a start twinkling in its eyes)

 

“A SMILEY OF UNDERSTANDING AND CARE”...

 

The next morning came with yet another surprise, someone from DM posted a message for me! Hi, sahil here. This is my number, can we talk over whatsapp, I am not that frequent on DM now. As usual I was amongst work, so I didn’t respond over his message. But later in the lunch break, when I opened my DM again, I messaged sahil back that I am sorry, I can’t reciprocate to his request. And then I decided to close my DM account forever now!  I have FINALLY DECIDED….!!!

 

Do I need to mention why I chose to do so? Aree baba my search was over now!!!

 

With this I closed my DM and the application reminded me “ARE YOU SURE”? …I said yes and now no looking back!.

 

Opened my whatsapp and messaged Jeet around 2:45pm, so “how are you?“How is your day going?” This initiated a conversation between us…finally and I was happy to make the decision of quitting the DM…app.

I messaged him – “I logged out of DM forever – I think my search was over finally!” and sent with a smiley of hearts in the eyes!

 

So amongst all these twists, turns and surprises, I WAS HAPPY!  LOVE WAS IN THE AIR…..”

 

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“End of STORY 1, but SOON WE SHALL MEET AGAIN WITH A NEW STORY ON NEXT FRIDAY!”…. TILL THEN STAY TUNED....


 

Monday, 16 March 2020

TANU - A STORY BY ZELAM TAMBE

Kabhikabaar’ 

presents

TANU
by

Zelam Tambe

There's always a choice!
This time it was between 
a motherhood and a womanhood



Tanu! “What do you think of yourself...huuhh”...Anish shouted at me! Every time I support you that doesn’t mean this time too I would do! No means No....do you get that! Anish was too harsh this time. Looking straight in my eyes, he expressed his anger.  I was stunned and shocked at his behaviour, but didn’t utter a word. This was not my Anish, it was someone else, and this cannot be the person I have known since my childhood.  Have you ever thought of baba? What will he think about you? About us; Tanu how can you be so careless and childish? He bombarded his questions on me. I stood frozen in front of him like an idol.

I gathered a lot of courage and stood in front of him, more powerful and bold in my gesture. For the first time, I was talking with him, the truth that was against him!” Agreed that you are my husband, but that doesn’t give you the right to demolish my thinking! I accept that I love you deeply, anish! But that doesn’t mean that I have to suppress my inner voice! I have always chosen to do what you liked, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have my own choice!”

I still wonder! What made me take that decision and from where did I get the courage to speak that day?

The discussion was still afresh in my mind and I was remembering those allegations, when a shrill sound of ambulance broke my trance. I quickly got up from my seat and rushed towards the ward, where the patient was being taken on the stretcher by the nurses. I overheard someone screaming, call Dr. Swati, it’s an emergency, the patient is dying out of pain.

Everyone rushed towards the OT and I too followed them. Surpassing me the doctor arrived at the occasion. She was instructing the medical staff when I hurriedly approached her and intruded in her conversation. Dr. Swati, how is she now? I inquired restlessly. The doctor put her hand on my shoulder and consoled, she will be fine Ms. Tanu. I shall keep you abreast don’t worry. She then hurried towards the operation Theatre. I sat impatiently waiting to hear about the next development from the doctor.

I was standing beside an open window and looking out; the weather was calm and chilly cold. It was winter. From no-where I found a wrinkled hand wrapping me up in a woollen shawl. I turned around to see. It was baba. I hugged him tight and cried like a child in his caring embrace. Sometimes, all you need is to be understood and heard. Baba played an angel then.

He consoled me and made me calm; offered me the much required strength when it was needed aptly. Placing his palm on my head he said, “Tanu- aap toh mera sabse bahaadur beta ho”! For the first time, I could feel that my relation with my father-in-law was re-defined that day! Interestingly! From the day I chose to walk on the path I decided to walk on, I encountered many facets of relations, and one of the sweet ironies of this relation was, it never demanded any justification, as it did in case of my beloved husband Anish!”

I sat beside him on a bench, inside the waiting area near the operation theatre. A nurse from the OT came running with a requirement list. I walked up to her and inquired about the situation in the OT? All ok inside, was all she could manage to say rushing towards the OT again.

Leaving me on the bench, baba returned to the billing counter for making the payment for the medicines required during the operation. I was still lost in the thoughts of Anish. I still fail to understand what went wrong between us? His allegations haunted me even today!

Anish was getting ready for his office, when he got a call from his travel agent ranjith. Haan bolo ranjith! he said as he picked up the phone. Hmm... hmmm..yes I know we have a client there.. So you want me to go to Mumbai and pay him a visit at his office at the Grant road?

Listen! He ordered. No..No..No not today.. ranjith, it’s month ending and so I need a week’s time to take care of all the logistics I am currently working on, so let me  finalise on my current stuff and get back to you about this tour, he instructed clearly. Ok... do one thing, I shall mail the CEO of the company the details and proceed accordingly with the meeting. In the meantime, keep the itineraries for the 6th June meeting ready for me. So that we can book the flight for Mumbai soon! Anything else; he inquired over the call with ranjith and said, “dekhle bhai tu” and hung up the call.

I was around standing with his tie in my hand, waiting for him to finish his call. “So you are going to Mumbai next week haan?” I inquired fastening a knot of his tie and adjusting the same around his neck. He pulled me closer and whispered in my ears, you wanna join me sweetheart?  Hmmm... I would love to join you my dear husband, I said, but think twice, will you be able to concentrate on your client meet then? I winked at him and smiled naughtily looking in his eyes while my fingers teased him as I fastened the knot around his neck and he struggled to breathe some fresh air. He screamed in a reflex and said, “ab jaan logi kya”.

I laughed aloud teasing replied,”haan, chalo aaj dekh hi lete hain ki mere liye kyat um apni jaan de sakte hon?” I nudged him mischievously and in repulsion, he entangled me in his arms tight, and this time he teased me saying, ab hasso; hmmm...hmmm hasssoo, jaan de nahi sakta, haan magar, jaan le sakta hu madam, he said and laughed aloud!!!” I started coughing hard and found it difficult to breathe further. Tears came in my eyes. He looked at me and loosened the grip and hugged me tight, “bewakoof! tum meri jaan ho, aur tum ye jaan lo, ki main apni jaan toh de sakta hu, lekin apni jaan ko kisiko de nahin sakta (he said looking at my mirror reflection). I felt secured and loved in his arms. We looked at each other, I hugged him tight and rested my head on his chest and he leaned forward to and planted a kiss on my head.

My lips curved a little broader remembering that day, when suddenly, someone taped on my shoulder and addressed me, Ms. Tanu? It was Dr. Swati. Attentively, I got up from my seat and stood upright in front of her. Ms. Tanu, I need to talk with someone senior in your family, please come to my cabin. I followed her carrying several questions in my mind. Many possibilities were flashing in my mind but my reluctant mind was paused for a moment to think further. I was in trauma and so was not in a position to utter a word, though my heart forced me ask the questions that didn’t stop popping up in my mind. We entered the doctor’s cabin. I was getting nervous and poised.

Dr. Swati asked me to take a seat in front of her. Looking at my nervousness, she offered me a glass of water placed on the table in front of me. Are you ok now? She looked at me and inquired. Yes! Yes! Doctor swati. I am ok now; you can share what you want to. Tanu, she paused for a moment, we need to operate her. I won’t hide from you the fact at this moment as it is a critical decision for you to take. Straight away without beating around the bush, she mentioned that one of the two can be saved. The situation doesn’t allow me to save both! I have tried my level best to manage the situation and save the mother and the child both, but due to some complicated situations, we need to choose now out of both of these.

I was frozen for a moment. “One of the two” these lines kept flashing in my mind to and fro. I was totally taken aback and didn’t take a decision now. After thinking deeply for 5 mins, I made up my mind. Doctor can I meet her now? I promise I won’t take much of her time; I need to talk with her before I choose to sign on one of this declaration.

Generally, we don’t permit such things, but since I know what you are going through, I allow you to meet the patient just for 2 minutes and not more than that. There were tears in my eyes, when she granted me the permission. I rushed to the OT to meet vandana.

In a while, I walked out of the ward. Looking at me Dr. Swati enquired, “So what have you decided tanu?” the doctor asked me. Save the child Dr. Swati. I said looking confident and determined this time. Are you??...the doctor just uttered these words, I interrupted her and said, “It is a promise given by a woman to a mother to save her child, come what may – doctor!” Please go ahead and operate her, she is waiting to bring her child in this world, Dr. Swati.

The doctor went inside the OT and I returned to my seat, with a smile on my face this time. Baba joined me shortly and inquired about the things with vandana. I explained him everything what the doctor asked me and even my decision. He trusted my decisions always and stood with me like a solid pillar each time. He now knows the truth; I told him, not the one which I know. God! Please forgive me this time as I have promised vandana to keep the things to me, I prayed silently in my heart. Though, my conscious hated me for this act of mine, but my heart consoled it by telling it, “for a mother, it’s the child first and then the rest of the world”.

Baba got up from his seat and walked towards the door of OT in anticipation of some news, and five minutes later, we heard the doctor saying, “Congratulations! It’s an angel”. Baba was waiting to hear about vandana, but I know he will never see her again. I took him to the ward where the baby was, handed him the baby and said, “Baba, this gudiyaa is just like the pari of your fairytales, isn’t it? He took the baby in his arms and cried. I cheered him up by saying, “Now you have a new companion baba, and wiped his tears off. You play with the princess and I shall complete the formalities with the doctor. I said and left the room.

Tanu I am sorry! We could not save vandana, the doctor tried to sympathise me with her kind gesture. Doctor, you tried your level best! And so far as the choice was concerned, it was vandana’s desire that mattered to me the most, then. You lost a patient, but I lost my sister-in -law, who was once my childhood friend. I lost half the battle today, though there is still a bigger battle awaiting me around the corner! Tanu said wryly with tears in her eyes.

Silence wrapped around us when I uttered these words. Having finished with the formalities with the doctor, I moved towards the room where vandana’s dead body lying. I was shaken from within but vandana’s last words boosted my confidence and I thought to myself that I won’t give up on this battle. So I stood confident in front of her dead body and promised her, “I promise you dear vandu, I won’t sit calm till I give justice to your sacrifice. I won’t let those people sleep sound till I shall take revenge from them. It’s my promise to you dear!

I returned to the ward, where baba was sitting with the new born baby girl in his embrace. For the first time, I took her in my arms and caressed her. She was beautiful alike vandana. I thanked God and wished for her wellbeing. The nurse came and asked for the name of the child as a formality for the birth certificate to be prepared. Looking at the baby, I said, her name is “katha”. I said this with confidence, remembering Vandana. Madam, full name please! The sister elaborated. Sister, “I said, her full name is Kathaa Vandana Sharma. It was her mother’s last wish, to name give her name to her daughter.

Baba was standing beside me, when I said this. He was shocked to learn that vandana is no more. Baba! Vandu left us forever! I felt I should share with him everything, but this was not the right time and place, I thought. So I kept quiet.

We started for home. I knew there was no one waiting for us there to welcome us, but still I went home back for baba. Anish and Anuj both were present that day. They were not happy to see me enter the house again and this time with the baby. Anuj didn’t even bother to inquire about vandana! “The home had now become the House again - dry and unwanted

I walked towards, Anish, looked at him, and said, “You always wanted a daughter, na! See, God has fulfilled your wish now Anish! Looking at her anish, argued back, don’t you dare call her my daughter! She is a curse to our family! God knows who is her father?

Anishhhh...baba screamed, do you know what are you saying? Baba, I know well! But you don’t know. Tanu has concealed from you the truth! This is not Anuj’s child baba! He shouted in frustration! This is an outcome of your daughter in law’s cheap character. Anuj is innocent. Many a times he came to me, complaining about vandana’s whereabouts but I thought this was their personal matter so, I didn’t bother them. But the day when vandana declared her pregnancy, Anuj came to me to share his heart out. He confessed that this is not his child, as he is impotent!

Baba was taken aback! Finding it difficult to speak, he collapsed in the armchair.  Anuj stood standstill in his place. There was a pin drop silence in the room! Everyone was in a deep trauma, when we all heard a roaring sound of a police van approach our house. It halted at our house.

A man in police uniform walks in and addresses to baba. Mr. Vishwanath verma? He inquired. Baba nodded and said, I am vishwanath, what is the case, inspector? he inquired. Somebody lodged an FIR at our police station, today. FIR for what inspector? Anuj inquired. The victim has submitted her complaint in writing with her signature. He showed a piece of paper to baba. Anish snatched the paper from him and read what was written in it. 

I told you na, baba! Now see this, waving the piece of paper in air, he gestured towards baba, see what your daughter in law vandana, has done. She played a game with all of us. This letter is a proof that she was a characterless woman. Inspector, you have wrong information! Baba said this in defending Anish. 

But, Mr. Vishwanath, the victim has mentioned clearly in this about her situation and this letter stands a solid proof against the culprit. The culprit has to prove himself, innocent in the court of law now. Wait inspector! Why should we rely upon this piece of paper? This might be a conspiracy against my elder brother. And vandana is no more now! So the case nullifies here itself. My brother has done nothing inspector. I would request you to leave this house now, he further added.

Wait inspector! I intervened in their discussion. It was me, who wanted to give you the information about the culprit. Everyone was shocked to see this! Anish came beside me and angrily uttered in lower voice, whatever grudges you have we can solve it later, no need to make the scene here in front of the third person. I looked at him and said, he is no more a third person now Anish! He has come to arrest the culprit here.


Culprit! Culprit! Culprit! Who the hell is the culprit tanu? You! Yes! Mr. Anish Verma, you are the culprit. I pointed at him and shouted. A sheer silence wrapped us all in the room. Baba came to me and before he could say anything, I spoke. Baba forgive me please, I kept you away from the truth. It is the truth, which I came to know through vandana when she was breathing her last in the operation theatre.

Baba, tanu is trying to mislead you! Anuj interrupted. I have all the supporting evidences with me my dear Anuj, I said and took out the documents.

Looking at baba, I stated, you remembered when me and Anish visited our family doctor and she said, there is no hope even in future, for me to conceive. Anish and I had a huge fight one day when I requested him to carry out a test to check whether both of us are normal or is there any abnormality within anyone of us. Anish was shattered, but he still loved me.

I thought I was lucky enough to have him in my life, but my trust be fooled me when I came to know that Anish was playing a game with me. Day in and day out we had some or the other argument between us.

Baba I still remember when I married to Anish and came in this house, I left my parents and even all my dreams, my high paying job. I had an MBA degree but still chose to be a housewife because, I had a good family and a caring and lovable husband. And then one day Anuj got married and Vandana was brought into this house. We had a great bonding amongst each other. She was just like a younger sister to me. She was very adamant in pursuing her research work even after marriage and then, I took a stand for her and asked her to continue to do so because I handled the home front. We understood each other so well. But, lately when she came to know about Anuj’s medical condition she was broken. It was difficult for her to manage that stress so she chose to take more projects on hand and kept busy just to keep herself away from negativity. I could sense many a times that she wanted to share with me something, but Anuj’s threatened and blackmailed her time and again so didn’t. Poor vandu, went through hell during the entire last year.

On the other hand, your elder son, and unfortunately my beloved husband, Anish was cheating on me. The day when he was supposed to visit the client in Mumbai, he started from home for Mumbai, but he didn’t visit the client at all. He further moved to Goa and met some of his friends there. Amid all the party and fun, he came to know that Vandu too was in Goa, for her research work. He contacted Vandana and told her that he was supposed to return back home that night so he can pick her up and they would return home together rather than coming in a separate public transport. Poor vandana! Fell prey to his malicious intentions. She went to meet Anish in good faith but, to her utter surprise, he was waiting there for her with a gang of few people in his circle. All were drunk. She was brutally raped by Anish that night. And further being molested by his friends, baba!

Aggression and hatred were the only two expressions that I wore on my face at that moment.

A few months ago when she returned from her parent’s home, she was declared positive on a pregnancy test and there the real drama started taking place. She was three months pregnant then. All she needed then was a support from her family, and above all her husband. But to her surprise, she was questioned. She was a matter of discussion over the dining table for months. Nobody ever tried to hear her or look into the matter. The police was bribed to keep its mouth shut. And the worst thing to happen was, her husband, asked her to abort the child forcibly even though he knew that she had already crossed the span when the child can be aborted. I came to know through the doctor that she had certain complications and so she was rushed to the hospital for a premature delivery.

She tried to tell Anuj many times about the brutal incidence but Anuj was not ready to listen to anything against his beloved brother.

With tears in my eyes, I leant on baba’s feet and said; baba during operation, the doctor came to me for my approval. I was given a choice to choose between the baby and vandu. I still curse myself for my act. When I went to vandana, she confessed in front of me, that I should save the child, for it is not its fault. She wanted to bring the child in this world and so she took my promise to tell doctor, about the choice I made. She knew that I can never be a mother, hence she wanted me to raise her child like a mother and she went on to sacrifice her motherhood for the sake of my womanhood.

How can I forget her sacrifice baba? My voiced chocked as I was crying. Baba, the baby is innocent, why should she be held responsible for anything?
Baba, looked at the baby, took her in his arms and kissed on her forehead.

Inspector, I think the whole story is in front of you. Please take both of them in your custody at this moment, baba instructed to the inspector.

The police took both of them in its custody and me and baba were left in the house with little Katha who hoped for a new beginning for herself.

Current Day!

Tanu runs her own NGO for the destitute women. Baba passed away 2 years back in a cardiac arrest. And the little angel- kathaa, has grown to become a writer and a social activist. Yes! She is happily married now. And even today, she writes her name as Katha Vandana Sharma.


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