Sunday, October 25, 2009

My life

“Please think about it Prabhat!!!!”, Reshmi said with tears in her eyes. “I wont be able to stand the horror of aunty passing away right in front of my eyes day by day. We can arrange the best facility for her from Australia.”

Observing Prabhat’s silence she added, “Dad only wants the very best for us. Don’t misunderstand him.”

Prabhat walked away without looking back.

Prabhat lost his father at a very young age, he was hardly a baby when his father passed away in a horrible accident. His mother brought him and his sister up single handedly. Neither his father’s family, nor his mother’s family supported her in her fight. They both washed off their hands when they knew that his father has passed away without leaving a penny for them.

Namrata brought them up working day and night, but as if fate had more pain in store for them, she was diagnosed with cancer when Prabhat was studying in the final year of Engineering. Prabhat was shattered, he blindly clinged to his lover Reshmi.

Prabhat was sitting on the lawn, other students were chatting away merrily but he has somewhat lost his connection with the outer world. He was waiting for Reshmi, she has asked him to wait. She has become very busy with her life these days, sometimes he had a feeling that she was avoiding him but he needed her so desperately that he tried his best to not believe that.

Then he saw her walking across the lawn toward him, she was a gorgeous creature. Beautiful, slim, sophisticated. They made a gorgeous pair. Every one said that.

She sat down facing him, “Dad wants to meet you, can you come down to my home for tea today evening?”, she asked.

“Any thing special?”, he asked hiding his happiness.

“Nothing that I know of. He just asked me to invite you.”, she answered casually.

Prabhat dressed up soberly and reached her home. It was a beautiful single storeyed home situated quite far away from his home. Reshmi was waiting for him in the garden, she took him straight inside where her father and rest of the family was waiting.

Her father was a rich businessman, a guy who has made quite an hefty amount of money from selling timbers. Reshmi was his only child. This was the first time Prabhat was seeing her family. He could see Reshmi had all her looks and nature from her mother. He bowed his head to both of them and sat down shyly.

“You both will get your degrees next month. I want you both to get married and settle in Australia or USA. I will help you in the initial stage.”, her father said directly.

Prabhat looked up at him with a stunned expression.

“I know about your mother, you can arrange for her best treatment from there. I don’t see any reason that you and Reshmi will ruin your lives and career.”, he said before Prabhat could say any thing.

“I have a few very good matrimonial proposals for Reshmi, she is my only child, I cant play gamble with her life and happiness.” He added.

Prabhat looked at Reshmi but her eyes were firmly fixed on ground. He gulped down the rest of the tea and asked their permission to leave.

He has hardly reached the gate when he saw Reshmi waiting for him there. A flicker of hope illuminated his heart to be wiped out soon by the words spoken by her.

He walked away from her without even telling her goodbye.

Two months later he came to know that she has got married and will shift to Australia within a few months.


He doesnot recollects now who showed him the alley.. but soon he became a drunkard. Reshmi was the only light in his life.. he has built his world around her. A world of hope and love.

He never even thought that she will change, she was the one who came into his life.. she was the one who proposed and won his shy heart after trying for months… then every thing just changed.

He used to stay away from home pretending to be studying in library. Used to return at home at an hour when both her sister and mother were sleeping. He used to silently enter his bedroom and sleep.

He was taking slow and steady steps toward self destruction… his mother was too sick to notice and his sister was too young to realize that her brother was drowning in sorrow.

It was dark and raining that night, when he came out of the bar it was pouring. He started his bike, trying hard to peer through the pouring rain. Suddenly the bike skidded and he flew across a few metres, fell down, felt a horrible pain and blacked out.

He had to open his eyes after a great struggle. He could smell the medicine and disinfectants before opening his eyes. The memories of last night were already back in his mind so he could guess that someone has brought him to hospital or nursing home.

His eyes were hurting, it took quite a little while to open them fully. He was right. He was lying in a bed in some hospital or Nursing Home.

“You tried your level best to get yourself killed.”, a soft musical voice told him. It was the nurse who has reached his bedside after noting his movements.

Prabhat looked up at a very kind and gentle face. His mind was numb with pain and medicines so he could not say any thing in reply to her.


She sat down beside her, checked his vital signs. She softly admonished him, “Did you thought once about your sick mother and sister when you were drinking? Those two women are still sitting outside, crying.“, she softly placed her hand on his hand.

Maya was right, he has tried earnestly to get himself killed. It was a miracle and the humanitarian nature of a trucker that has saved him. The guy who was driving by and picked him up risking the harassment by police.

Maya formed a deep affection for him because she has lost her lover in a bike accident. His condition brought out her deepest protective instincts.

“You have been senseless for three days..” she told him after a few days. “Your sister spent those days crying inconsolably, she tried to hide it from your mother but she guessed it and took a taxi to here.”

“You are a young man, life doesnot ends because someone has rejected you. Complete your study and take care of those who care for you. Don’t waste your life after a person who doesnot cares about you.”

He was listening to her silently, because his weak heart has already started to depend on her.

She was every thing he wanted at that time, full of affection, understanding, maturity and wisdom.


The next one month that he spent in the hospital Maya made it a point to visit him whenever she could, slowly she taught him how to look at the positive side of life, even after being heart broken, how to let the love which is lost forever drift away and cherish those which he still possesses.

She gently brought his attention to his mother and sister, who doted after him, and were shattered by his accident.

He hated himself for causing them so much pain and promised to himself that he will never do any thing which will cause them pain.

His discharge date was fixed. Maya entered his room as usual in the morning with a beautiful smile. “So you are going back home tomorrow. I want to know your result in the recruitment exams you are giving.”

“Actually I will prefer if you come back soon with an appointment letter.” She smiled softly.

“Maya, I want to ask you some thing… You live in a rented house with aunty, our ground floor is vacant. Can you shift there? You wont have to pay any rent, but you will have to look after mom. I can leave her in your hands with my eyes closed.” He looked at her with eyes full of earnest pleading.

“I will be able to work in peace if you are in home with mom and Prabha.” He added.

“Let me discuss it with mom, I will tell you the answer before next month. I will have to give notice to my landlord in case I shift accomodations.” Maya answered after thinking for a brief time.

Two months later a taxi stopped in front of Prabhat’s home, followed by a small truck. A sweet looking, plump lady came out of the taxi with Maya.

Prabhat and Prabha were waiting outside for them. Maya’s mother Rohini gently hugged both as they bowed down to touch their feet. Maya tightly hugged Prabha, preventing her from touching her feet.

They then went upstairs to meet Namrata with Prabha, while Prabhat supervised the unloading of their goods.

He observed they were very poor. Their furnitutes and other things clearly portrayed their poor background.

Within fifteen days they were living like a family. Prabhat was able to relax and live like a human being after years. His heart filled up with deepest gratitude when he saw the way Maya and Rohini has taken them under their wings perfectly.

Prabha became a shadow of Maya basking in the deep affection of two ladies, a thing which sickly Namrata could not offer her much and Prabhat was too busy with his own life. He could not resist his joy whenever he looked at her. She was blooming like a glorious flower.


Maya became Prabhat’s rock in the stormy weather. He kept on trying for jobs and soon landed in one. Fortunately it was local too. The salary was not high, but the duty hours were irregular.. in shifts.

He came back with a huge box of sweets and went to Rohini and Maya to share the great news.

When he entered the room Prabha was sitting on a chair, Rohini was brushing her hair. She jumped up when she saw Prabhat, “Dada, do you know maya didi is ten years older than you?” she giggled, “You will have to touch her feet.”

A deep disappointment hit Prabhat, Maya hardly looked twenty five or so.. he used to think she was of his age or a few years junior. His feelings have sunk deeper than friendship in these few months.

“It’s a surprise, is not it?” Rohini smiled innocently, “People often confirm from me after hearing her age from her. They don’t believe her.”

“She has crossed her fortieth birthday in January.” She added.

“Who are you talking about? Are you gossiping about me behind my back?” Maya teased them. She was just returning from hospital. She smiled at them and went to the toilet to have her bath.


A few of his college mates have joined the same organisation. A few weeks later Prabhat was discussing his heart with one of them, Vishal.

“Do you think its odd to marry someone who is ten years older than you?” he asked trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Well, whats there in that, girls marry men twice their age.. “, Vishal replied.

“I was not talking about girls, I was talking about men. Is it ok if a man marries a woman who is ten years older than him?” he clarified.

“Only if she is Elizabeth Taylor.” Vishal smirked.

“What if she is the girl next door?” Prabhat asked.

“Don’t say girl.. say aunty next door..” Vishal bellowed out a loud laughter.

“I am not sharing jokes with you Vish, I am serious.” Prabhat said. “I am in love with someone who is ten years older than me and I want to marry her.”

“You are insane. No wonder Reshmi ran away from you after loving you for so long..” Vishal blurted out. “Sorry yaar!!! I was joking. Sorry!!” he quickly added after seeing the shock on Prabhat’s face.

Prabhat could clearly see that he blurted out his opinion. A lot of people were jealous when Reshmi selected him amongst her huge group of admirers and Vishal was one of them who tried even after Reshmi clearly finalized her selection.

He regretted sharing his heart with him. After all, we think people change with time. Don’t we? Some people don’t. They never accept defeat gracefully.

He muttered an excuse and walked away. But that was not the end, Vishal shared his little secret with every one who allowed him to share.



As a result he started to hear smirks and sniggers even when people were silent. Some of it was real and some imagination. His sensitive nature made things worse.

One slip of tongue showed him what will be his social position if he marries Maya. Having her without marriage was something out of his imagination, he was not of that mindset.

He was in the site, working when his cell beeped. He saw a message from Prabha : come back asap, aunty has passed away in her sleep.
He rushed back home after his duty was over. A deathly silence greeted him. He almost ran to Maya’s room, she was sitting there, like a statue of stone. Only sign of her being alive was the drops of tears rolling down her cheek.

He sat down beside her, took her hands in his hands, “We are with you.”

Prabha entered the room with a warm glass of milk and handed it over to him. She firmly refused it and very softly said to Prabha, “I will ask you when I want some thing dearest.”

Prabha stayed with her while Prabhat made the arrangements of cremation. He came to know from Maya weeks later that Rohini had a very weak heart. Maya knew she may sleep any night to never wake up again. But that doesnot takes away or lessens the pain. Does it?

Both Prabha and Prabhat started to deeply respect her because of the immense mental strength she displayed. She went to the crematorium with Prabhat and firmly performed the last rituals.

Her deep shock was exposed when she fell sick after coming back. She had a very high fever and recovered after a few weeks. But she absorbed it all calmly. Prabha did not left her alone for a second.

Prabhat shifted her bedroom permanently to upstairs and took possession of her bedroom.

“May I come in?” a teasing voice asked him from the door of his cabin. He looked up and saw his college mate Shireesh.

“So, how is life going on in the big bad world?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes. He was still studying. Planning to go for research after post graduation.

Prabhat was ecstatic, Shireesh was his closest friend since school days. He changed to a better college after studying engineering with him for two years.

“Lets go out and have party!!!!” he laughed, “you cheated me!”

“We had a pact that whoever joins a job first will give the other one a huge treat.”

“Okay!! You win!!!” Prabhat laughed. “It was a great relief to meet someone innocent in office.

They were sitting face to face in the restaurant. Shireesh has already prodded out every thing that has happened in his life since they separated.

“Well buddy, I never liked Reshmi. I want to see Maya. If I pass her you can go for her. She seems a woman of material. Don’t give a damn to people who don’t care about you. Where were these smirkers when you were drowning in the bottle? When Reshmi ditched you?” Shireesh asked seriously.

“If you are apprehensive of opinion of others, you can change your job. Try for some thing overseas, they will not even look at you, forget about asking you the age of your wife.” He added.

Prabhat could understand his logic and consented. Shireesh left the town after spending a few days with them, and of course after meeting Maya and giving her two hundred marks out of hundred.

Prabhat started to work hard toward his goal, the things which Shireesh said. He soon became an expert in his field. His seniors used to call him to take his opinions often.

When the company was about to start a new project in UK he volunteered his name with a request that if his mother needs he can come back any day, and/or if possible make arrangement of shifting his family with him. His application was accepted.

He went home with a big bouquet of flowers and gifts for Namrata, Prabha and Maya.

“You will go away from us?” Prabha asked with moist eyes.

“No my sweet child, I will take you all there if I see that the place is suitable.” He pulled her close and embraced her. “It will be a matter of six months to one year.” He added.

“Wont you be able to manage with Maya?” he asked. “It will mean a huge increase in salary and better facilities for mom.”

“I wont go if it scares you.” He said softly, “Nothing matters more to me than you and mom. You know that.”

“Sorry dada!!!” she hugged him tightly, “Will mayadidi stay with us when you are gone?”

“I will ask her, if she doesnot stays I will not go.. that’s confirmed.” He answered seriously.


“Maya, I want to talk with you if you have some time in your hand.” Maya was surprised to see Prabhat waiting for her outside the hospital.

“Is every thing alright?” she asked.

He just nodded in reply. “Come lets sit down somewhere and talk.”

They took a taxi to the beach and sat down side by side. The deep blue ocean was rolling in front of them. the waves were coming and going from the beach leaving behind white foams and shells.

Small children were running around, busy picking the shells, keeping the attractive ones throwing away the others. Startling the sea birds which were doing almost the same thing, checking for the insects left on the beach by the waves.

The soothing wind was blowing toward them, brushing their faces, wiping away the tiredness.

Prabhat called a pop corn vendor and bought two packets of pop corn from him. He knew Maya loved pop corns.

“So, what were you saying?” Maya asked a little amused because almost half an hour has passed since they have reached and settled down on the beach.

Prabhat was playing with sand, building small structures. He looked up at her. There was something in his eyes which made her uneasy.

She has seen that look in his eyes too many time. But have pretended to ignore. Though it penetrated deep inside her heart. Every human being can feel a look full of deepest love.

As if on impulse he turned toward her and held one of her hands in both of his hands. “I want to marry you.” He blushed.


She was really surprised, she looked at him and his eyes said it all. She did not pulled her hands away from him, “Think about it seriously Prabhat.”

“I know you are very sensitive and affectionate, but I am ten years older than you. You are in prime of your youth and a few of my hairs have started to become silver.” She softly placed her second hand on his palm.

“Think about it for a little while. Then if you don’t change your mind we will talk about it again.” She smiled with affection.

“When are you leaving for UK?” she asked.

“Next month.” He knew she was right. But she did not knew that this is all what he has been thinking about lately.

“Maya, I have my mind made, if you can accept me, I will be blessed to have you in my life. I wont have any thing else to think about it. When I am in UK you can think about it. I will take you there with mom and Prabha as soon as I can.” He firmly said after brushing away his initial shyness.

He softly slipped a ring in her finger, “If you cant accept me as your love, keep it as the memory of my love for you, which will never die.” He did not let her resist. He softly lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.

The moon was gently shining on the ocean. The blue ocean has turned to slate. It was looking as beautiful as a dream. They both sat looking at it for a while. Their hands in each others hands.

“Lets go home now Prabhat. Prabha will be worried.” Maya said after a little while. They brought some thing for her on their way back home.


It was early January when Prabhat left for UK. The evening before his leaving they were sitting in the beach side by side. “I know I don’t have to say, but whatever I am doing is only because of you.” He softly said. One of his hands firmly holding her hand.

“I never thought I will be able to stand up and walk again, forget about flying and kissing the sky.” He continued.

“I will be back in July if every thing goes well. We will get married then if you have made up your mind by then.” He said.

She did not answered him nor did she pulled away her hand. To hide her feelings she kept staring at the clouds softly sailing above the ocean. White, dazzling clouds in blue sky.

The ocean was rolling, singing his own soothing songs. Waves were coming to the shore one by one, kissing it then rolling back to ocean. Small birds were flying, walking on the beach in search of food. Their cry sounded a little melancholy.

“I will miss you all very much.” Prabhat clasped her hands more tightly. “Hope this is our first and last separation.”

Prabha clutched Maya’s hands and she gently embraced her when Prabhat waved his goodbye before heading for the check in department.

“Its alright, dada will take you two there soon.” She gently tightened her embrace to comfort the frightened girl. “Don’t you have faith on me? I am here for you, and always will be.”

“I know bhabhi.” She clutched her. “Dada asked ma and me before leaving. Ma was happy beyond words.”

“You will not say no to dada, will you?” she asked pleadingly. “We cant live without you any more.”

“Ma was so happy when dada said that he will love to marry you if he gets her blessings.” She added.

“My darling child, only fate can decide marriage, birth and death.” Maya avoided her imploring eyes.

They both returned home after Prabhat’s plane started its journey toward new skies.

The next six months were the longest six months for Maya and Prabhat. He called them up every night.

Maya spent that time in deep introspection and realized the golden truth. Love is God’s greatest gift, when it comes knocking your door and your heart says yes to it, open the door and let love in. Let love decide whether it will stay or not.

The whole family shifted to UK after an year.

Rebels

Rajnagar was a small kingdom. Situated in a hilly region. Tall mountains kissing the blue skies circled around the kingdom as sentries.

Luscious green fields and small groves of trees were scattered here and there. Any one will think it as a picture of beauty and peace.

But it was not the picture of peace any more, since last few years the dacoity in the erstwhile peaceful country has shot up. Small groups of bandits roamed around the kingdom in darkness, attacking, looting and disappearing like phantoms.

King Rudradaman’s family has ruled this kingdom for generations. He was old, septugenarian. He has ruled the kingdom expertly for years but now his body was betraying him. God has deprived him from the pleasure of an offspring. His family was to end with him.

His palace was made of marble, different shades has been selected to give the palace an dreamy, exquisite look. Its tall minars kissed the crystal clear sky. It looked like a dream situated right in the middle of the green country during day time and dreamland in the nighttime, with every corner of the palace lit up.

Rudradamna has amassed huge wealth, his throne was made of ivory and gold, his robe was stiched with priceless jewels. His crown burnt on his head like a sun.



It was morning. The Courtiers have gathered in the Court as was their daily schedule. The king was sitting on his throne.

He was wearing a dark frown, “General!!! How can this happen every night? What is the army doing?”

His army general, a plump fellow was shaking nervously, fearing decapitation, “Your honour, they disappear like ghosts before army can reach them.”

“I think the citizens are in cahoot with them.” one of the ministers said.

“Even the spies can not trace them.” another chimed in.

“That only shows your unworthiness!!!!” the king roared. “I will have to look for some other way to controll it!”

“I am rearing an army of idiots in my Court!” he got up and left the Court.





It was a full moon night. The silver moon was shining brightly in the sky. Its silver ray coming down to earth below, creating an atmosphere of pure magic. It was easy to imagine that some one walking alone in that mystical night can meet a fairy or angel softly singing lullaby to flowers.

There was a small garden near the palace, a tight grove of various flowers. Immersed in various shades of darkness in the moonlit night. There were places in that garden which were deprived of sunshine even during day time. A brook was flowing beside it, softly singing, moon light was creating sparkles on its crystal water.

Suddenly a man appeared, as if out of nowhere in the garden. He took a sharp look around him, when he became confident that no one has seen him he started to walk toward the nearest village.

The tiny hamlet appeared asleep, but it was not. He saw a thin ray of light coming out of the window of a hut. He softly tiptoed towards it.

He could see that someone has tried his level best to not let a single ray of light slip out of that window but it did.



To his surprise he saw a gathering of people inside the hut. They all were common villagers, aptly listening to a group of young people.

He softly hid himself in the dark completely and started to listen. To his utter surprise he realized that the young boys and girls were teaching those villagers.

Suddenly he saw a group of people rushing toward the door of the hut soundlessly.

One of them reached out and knocked the door in a strange manner, a coded knock was exchanged a few times and the door opened. The whole group entered without a sound.

The watcher softly crept back to the slit in the window. He saw that the new group was piling up their loot on the floor.

“so the ministers were right.” He thought inside, “the villagers are in cahoot.”



The loot was distributed among the villagers. One of the newcomers said, “This will ensure your food for next few months. Now we will go to the next village.”

“If and only if our King cared for us. We did not have to do it… “ he said sadly, “His men rob these things from you during the daytime, wearing his badges in their arms,so they could live luxuriously and we rob these things from them in the night so you could have a piece of bread on your plate.”

“Our king is not a very bad person, but he is blind. Unfortunately he is being guided by greedy monsters.” The man continued. “For years the kingdom has only taken from us, without giving us back any thing..”

“They closed the schools fearing if we get educated we will become aware of our rights. That will mean end of their tyranny.”

“They just squeeze out their dues, forgetting the truth that kingdom too have some duties toward its citizens.”

“Okay, lets part before we draw attention. Its past midnight. Till we meet again!!!!” he concluded his small speech.

A swift goodbye was exchanged and the group left as silently as it came and disappeared in the darkness. The watcher followed them in stealth.




A fortnight later the whole kingdom woke up to witness a strange scene.

The entire army was combing each and every house of the kingdom and picking up men, and women from homes. They left for the palace with them.

They were sent to a special section of prison, highly guarded.

The kingdom became absolutely peaceful again.


Few months passed by, winter has turned into summer. It was a full moon night again. The air was filled with fragrance of ripe fruits. The whole world was silent but night creatures. Some times a bird mistaking the moon’s light as early dawn was chirping out in its dreams.

The same watcher appeared again in the same garden. He started to walk toward the same village.

This time he saw that the board has been removed from the window of the hut in which he saw the mysterious happenings a few months back.

He crawled toward the open window cautiously to have a look. He saw a family of four huddled together near a small hearth. All around the room was sign of dire penury. It was very clear that the hearth has been cold since long.

“Baba I am hungry.” One of the children whined. She was ten or eleven years old wearing a rag, her eyes have sunk deep.

“wait for a while. You ate in the morning, did not you?” the man said gruffly. “Let your mother come back.”

“That was only one bread.” The girl whined piteously.



The watcher heard some movement and flattened himself with the wall. Someone knocked at the hut door. The man opened it from inside. “You are back.” He said. “The children are driving me crazy.”

A woman as thin as a skeleton entered the hut. “Don’t whine.”, she said roughly to the children, “Let me cook the meal for you.”

The watcher stared at the MEAL, it was leaves plucked from some unknown tree or vine. The woman started to boil them and he stealthily left the place.



He walked toward the middle of the village, here the houses were well built, he reached a house, the guard was happily sleeping in his seat, he tiptoed across him. This was the house of a Minister. The minister was having his dinner with his family.

He stood there and watched their lavish lifestyle, their gala dinner and wastage and crept away from there.
Fifteen days later the king called his courtiers to a special court.

The courtiers were sitting in their seats, waiting for the king to talk.

“Is there any famine going on in my country?” the king asked solemnly.

“No My Lord!!!!” his cashier answered, “The vault is filled with money and the granary is filled with grain.”

“Are you sure?” the king repeated his question.

“Yes my Lord.” Was the answer.

“Prime Minister, is the country being properly governed?” his next question was for his Prime Minister.

“Yes my Lord.” The Prime Minister answered.



“Bring those prisoners to the Court.” The king ordered the sentries.

One by one the prisoners were brought in the Court. There were about hundred of them. They stood solemnly waiting for the king’s verdict. Which they have already assumed.

The king looked at those boys and girls, yes they were merely boys and girls. Their ages ranging from teenage to early thirties. Beautiful, fresh flowers a little bruised by six months in captivity.

His eyes zeroed on their leader. A tall, dark guy, with prominent tribal features and strong jaws. His jaws told that he was a man of determination. His age was somewhere near thirty five.

“Whats your name young man?” the king asked him.

“Rajen Tudu.” The guy answered.

The king noted he answered him with due respect but slipped the “my lord” part.

He came down from his throne and headed towards him. “Do you know the punishment of showing disrespect to the king?” he asked. “and the punishment of rebelling against the kingdom, causing damage to the kingdom?”

“I know.” He answered politely. His face showed no fear.




The king stood right in front of him. He was few inches taller than Rajen, well built. His hair has all turned white but that increased his elegant charm.

“So you think that you are a Messiah, right?” he asked tauntingly, “Out there to help poor villagers from the evil clutches of king.”

“You think that you can end problems by looting from the royal employees and distributing the loot among poor villagers?” the king laughed. “Is it that easy?” he continued tauntingly.

“Lets see how much you can do when you are in power, or to be precise how much you will do when you are in power.” He laughed mockingly.

The guards removed the chains from each and every one of them at his instruction.

The courtiers gawked when a group of royal servants carried another throne and placed it just beside his throne.

The king removed his stole and wrapped it around Rajen’s shoulder.

“You were right that night, I have become blind, but that’s because I am too old to handle the kingdom. If I had a child he or she would have been older than you. So I would have been relieved of this duty years ago…” he said solemnly.
“From today onward my whole kingdom will treat you as my son. If you walk your talk, I will happily close my eyes after handing over the headache of kingdom to you.” The king smiled mischievously.

Life goes on

Smita looked out of window… she could see the dark outlines of the trees and bushes in the park just a little distance away.

The stars and moon were not visible in too illuminated kolkata night but crickets were singing their soothing song and a wonderful surprise.. some fireflies were flying in the darkness.

Seemed crickets and fireflies have adapted themselves to the pollution of the kolkata.

The doorbell rang, she heard her mother open the door and then she heard the pitter patter of tiny feets.. soon the owner of the feets appeared in her door way.

A tiny thing, as gorgeous as a porcelain doll, only difference was her huge eyes were dark not blue.

She directly headed for her with the biggest grin on her face and climbed up on her lap, nestled up against her as if she has known her forever.

She looked out of window and spoke in her sweet voice, “do you know smita masi, those are fairies!”, she pointed out her chubby fingers at the fireflies, “They come to kiss the flowers good night!”

“Really? I did not knew that!”, Smita hugged her gently.

“Lekhamasi, she tells me about fairies and mermaids.” She beamed at her. “Do you know what mermaids are? Have you seen them?”

Smita feigned innocence and started to play with her curly hair. Soon Mishtu got tired of fairy tales and jumped down from her lap, she straight headed for her computer with Smita on her heel.

Mishtu sat down with her on her lap while and played with the mouse and keyboard.

They were fully engrossed in the computer. All of a sudden both of them were startled when a voice rang right behind them, “I hope she is not bothering you!” Smita was surprised to hear a male voice and turned around.

He was a tall, dark and handsome guy. The most stunning thing in his feature were his eyes.. extremely beautiful but full of immense pain.

She saw her mother standing on the doorway, “Mishtu’s father Jayanta. He came to take her, its past her bed time.”, she explained.

Jayanta stretched his arms toward Mishtu who obediently went to him and smiled at her, “I will be back tomorrow aunty. Good night.”

Jayanta softly looked at her, and then looked at Smita, “don’t let her bother you.. she will drive you crazy.”



Smita went to have her dinner after seeing them to door. Her parents were waiting for her there. Jayanta was their next door neighbour. He lived with his mother and Mishtu.

Her mother said casually, “If we think about the pain which some people have to go through…”

“Mishtu’s mother Pronoti was a fairy without wing, Jayanta saw her in some marriage and married her without any enquiry at all. His family were happy beyond measure to have such a beautiful, sweet natured girl as their daughter in law.”

“They had a hunch of it within a week of marriage but when Mishtu was coming to the world they realized that Pronoti’s parents have cheated them. she had severe psychological problems.”

“She spent the entire pregnancy under strict supervision of two nurses and spent next year in a psychiatric rehab centre.”

“Her family lodged a case against Jayanta, he was arrested, discharged after six months because it was proved that the problem was old.. since her teenage.”

“Pronoti passed away in the rehab centre suddenly, due to an attack of malignant malaria. Jayanta was in jail.”

“Her parents are still harassing Jayanta and his family to no end for Mishtu, but this time law is on Jayanta’s side.”




Smita was returning from her office next day. Her office was near her flat, she walked the small distance. It was good for both, body and mind. The day was wonderful, cloudy and breezy. On the way she saw a vendor selling some beautiful clay dolls, she picked up two of them.

Smita has just reached her flat door when Mishtu’s flat’s door opened. A beautiful face appeared on the doorway, “You are home. Can I come with you? I have completed my homework.” . She smiled happily at Smita.

Smita restrained her laughter, Mishtu’s innocence was too heart warming. “Tell grandma to lock the door from inside and take her permission. You sure can come to us whenever you want darling.” She laughed a little.

Mishtu disappeared for a while, “she is bothering you too much is not she?” a very soft voice asked her.

She turned to face an elderly lady. Smita could assume that she was Mishtu’s grandmother. She was a frail looking lady, one of those faces which are very easy to forget. There was a deep shadow of tiredness on her face, which made one’s heart go out for her.

“No aunty. She is an adorable child, very well behaved and sweet.” She said with a smile.

“Please come and have a cup of tea with us.” Smita’s mother said, who has opened the door.

Mita, Jayanta’s mother hesitated at first but gave in when Arunima, Smita’s mother insisted.



Smita changed her dress and ate something while Mishtu roamed around her room with childish curiosity.

“Are they toys?” she soon discovered the packet which Smita has left on table. “Can I see them Smitamasi?”

“Will you play with them? Can I play with you too?” she asked innocently.

Smita hugged her, “Which one do you like more my sweet princess?”

She gave her selection to her and kept the second one. “Now we both can play.”

She held her tiny wrist in one of her hands and went to the drawing room. Arunima and Mita were sitting there with cup of teas in their hands, she could see that they have already become good friends. “Ma, aunty I am taking Mishtu to the park below. Or else she will become a bird of cage like us.” She smiled at them.

As they headed for the door Mita noted that Smita was limping.

She was about to say something but very softly spoken words from Arunima prevented her from uttering out any thing.

“She had a birth defect, which completely ruined one of her legs. After years of therapy she has been able to get an ample amount of control on her legs.”

“This is why she is unmarried, we have tried quite a few times but you know our country.” Arunima hid the tears which were about to well in her eyes.

Mita softly clasped her hands.



The Park was a part of the Housing society. The society had a pond, which they did not filled up. In place of that they gave it a form of a gorgeous park. The pond was guarded by tall fences, so that the water was visible from the park but was safe for the children.

The pond was open for the adults and matured kids through guarded gates.

It was a piece of oasis for the Housing Society. The whole society loved it and took care of it. Smita and Mishtu were in the outer park.

Soft white clouds were sailing in the sky. Winter was about to come down to Kolkata. Though the autumn crispness has not been able to penetrate the kolkata pollution but the weather has become quite pleasant.

Smita was sitting on the grass, watching. Mishtu was playing near her. Running after the butterflies, scaring the birds, laughing….


“Smitamasi, do you cry?” Mishtu asked her. She has laid down on the grass, a little tired after running around, her head was resting on her lap.

“No sweetheart, adults don’t cry.” Smita smiled, her fingers were playing with her curled hairs.

“Daddy cries, every night.” She said, “I have seen him crying, with mom’s photo in his hand.”

A deep pang formed in her heart. She could realize how much Jayanta loved Pronoti. She has seen her photographs. She was truly a fairy without wings.

“When someone dear to us goes away from us to live with God we miss them, and cry.” She softly said.

“Why did mom go away? Why did she left us?” Mishtu was about to pout.

“We don’t go sweetheart, God calls us and we have to go. Those who are very, very good God calls them to her very soon. Because she cant live away from them for long.” Smita said.

“Am I naughty?” Mishtu asked.

“No darling, God has left you behind to take care of dad, and dad to take care of you.” Smita bent down and kissed her forehead.

Her answers satisfied Mishtu and she demanded a story. “Smita masi tell me a fairy tale.”

“Smita masi will not tell you any thing. Get up little lady, its time to go home.” A male voice rang.

“baba!!!! You are home.” Mishtu jumped up and pounced on him.




Smita smiled at Jayanta as he hugged Mishtu tightly. She could feel his deep love for his little doll. She was a gorgeous child. Simply adorable in and out.

“Baba, please don’t take me upstairs, please let me play a little more..” she implored and won.

She ran away chasing the poor birds who were looking for something to eat on the ground while Jayanta sat down near Smita.

They first started to talk casually and then got deeply immersed in talking both wondering how much they had in common.

Their spell was broken by Mita’s voice, “Its late, I am taking Mishtu home.”

“There is no need of your coming upstairs, you two can talk for a while.” She said, there was something in her eyes which stopped both of them from standing up and following her.

She took Mishtu by her hand and took her upstairs, “Smitamasi I will finish my homework and studies before you come upstairs, then I will listen to the story, ok?” Mishtu hugged and kissed both of them before leaving with Mita.

“soon she will pack her bag and start living with you.” Jayanta laughed out loud.

“she is an adorable child.” Smita softly said.

“And she has never tasted the affection of a mother. We all sometimes lose temper at her because she is full of energy. A thing which you never do. I should say you have some energy!!!!” he looked at her with admiration and gratitude.

“I love children, they are purest things on this world to me.” Smita smiled.

“Lets go upstairs now before Mishtu comes back looking for us.” Jayanta said after checking his watch, its been more than an hour they have been talking.



Evening has softly changed to night. The streetlamps were spreading their mysterious light around them. People were coming back home after spending the day in office.

“Will you join us to a picnic in Botanical Garden next Sunday? We are planning to spend the day there.” Jayanta asked Smita.

“All of us? Both famillies?” she asked.

“Yes. Ma has already asked your father and mother and they consented.” Jayanta replied.

“Then its ok. I will love to.” She softly said.

They started to mount the stairs side by side.



That night Mishtu was lying near Jayanta. He was telling her a story.

“Mishtu, would you like it if Smitamasi comes to live with us?” he asked her.

“yes.” She instantly answered.

“If she stays with us in this room? Sleeps with us?”

She grinned from ear to ear and shook her head.

A deep peace settled on Jayanta’s face. He went back to the story he was telling her.

One romance, two twists

“Nat!!!” he turned around to see who was calling.

“Hi Mahua, what are you doing here at this hour of the day?” he asked.

“I just wanted to meet you and talk. To see if every thing is alright.” She replied.

They were walking side by side. Nat was fair, blue eyed and tall. Yes he had an unique feature, even though he was pure and perfect Indian his eyes were blue, which is some times seen in Kashmir. It did not enhanced his looks, dark eyes would have suited him better. Mahua was simply gorgeous , fair complexioned, short heighted and cute as a doll. They made a lovely couple.

“Lets sit down for a while.” She pointed at a park bench. They sat down side by side. The bench was still warm from the rays of setting sun.

A cool breeze was blowing. Evening was about to settle in the city. The water of the lake was slowly rippling in the breeze, creating a beautiful picture.

The benches were occupied by couples like them or friends and famillies.

Small children were running around startling human beings and scaring crows, pigeons and other birds which were strutting on the grass for some thing to eat.

The trees were resonating with chirping of birds, returning to their nest one by one.

“I don’t know what will I do with them. I have told them a hundred times that I want to marry you but they just wont listen.” Nat fumed.

“Why don’t you talk with the girl and tell her that you are in love with me?” Mahua asked softly.

“Dad told me he will disinherit me if I marry without his consent.” Nat said. “That will mean a hand to mouth life. I don’t have any existence outside his office.”

“Lets see what we can do. Seems we will have to twist our fingers to get the butter out of the jar.” Mahua replied. “whats her name? your dad and mom’s choice?”

“Rekha.” He said

“Will you point her out to me in stealth? I will make it sure that she refuses you.” She laughed.

“That wont be a problem. Lets go and eat something. I did not had my lunch. I am famished.” He stood up pulling her to her feets.



They entered a restaurant, a soft light was illuminating the restaurant. Nat looked at her face. She was awesome. Her dark, huge eyes were magical, so was the remaining face… soft, rosy lips, dark hair. She knew how to dress up. Every one was looking at her repeatedly.

He sometimes felt scared that someone will steal her from him. “What will you have?” he asked her, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Dosa, masala dosa and ice cream.” She replied.

Nat called the waiter and placed the order.

He has hidden one thing from Mahua, who was his secretary. He was infatuated with Rekha when he studied in college. His family has told him again and again to get over her but he has refused.

His obesession caused her a lot of harassment and displeasure, because whenever her parents fixed a match for her his friends used to poison the mind her prospective groom or his family. Telling them that she was having an affair with Nat.

His father got the air of his mischiefs and consented to their marriage, but asked Nat to become independent first. Well he go independent and also got Mahua.

When he went back home and told his parents that he wants to marry Mahua his father exploded with fury. “Get out of my home and marry any one you want.”

His mother who doted after him took his father’s side without second thought, “Don’t give my love a bad name. you should be ashamed to say these things. You have ruined the reputation of that girl without any reason? That’s what you want to tell us?” she stomped out of the drawing room and slammed the door on his face when he tried to follow.

Mahua was his only hope. He did not wanted Rekha any more. He was obsessed with Mahua. He reached out and clutched her hand, “You are my only hope.”

They left the restaurant chatting happily, forgetting every thing that has happened during the day but their love for each other.




Mahua was sitting in her bedroom, a soft moonlight was spread all around her. She lived outside kolkata, commuted to kolkata to work. She has fallen in love with Nat instantly, and his reciprocation was a miracle to her.

She was from a middle class family. Her father worked in a factory as supervisor. The love of a rich businessman was a dream come true for her. A guy who was handsome, well educated, sophisticated and madly in love with her.

She started to softly hum, then a thought crossed her mind and she started to smile.

Rekha was coming out of her school the next afternoon. The weather was simply fabulous. The soft winter sun was basking the world. Children were screaming with happiness. Some were waiting for their buses to pick them up and others were heading home either on foot or by some other means.

She started to stroll toward home.

“Rekha!!! Hey!!!! Is that you?” she was startled to hear someone shout her name. She turned around and saw one of her college friends Jeet walking toward her.

“How are you? Its been ages since I last saw you!” He smiled. “Meet my friend Mahua.” He introduced the gorgeous girl standing beside him.

“Lets sit down in the park” Jeet pointed toward the small park just beside the road.

They sat down side by side. “You teach in this school?” Mahua asked Rekha. “I work just around the corner.”

“In private concern or government office” Rekha asked casually.

“Private concern, Singh Automobiles.” Mahua said. She noted the slight blush on Rekha’s face.

Then they got engaged in myriad conversations and after a while when the dusk started to settle down on the city they parted their ways.



“Rekhadidi!!!!” Rekha turned her face to meet Mahua when she was coming out of school next afternoon.

“What a pleasant surprise.” Rekha smiled. “It seems we both go home at the same time. Yet we have never noted each other before.”

They started to stroll together toward the bus stop. “Didi can I ask you some thing?” she asked after a while. “Jeet told me you and Nat were collegemates!”

“He has proposed to me, but there is a problem. His parents want him to marry someone else otherwise they will throw him out of his house and disinherit him.” She said innocently. “How is he as a person? I am planning to accept his proposal even if he is penniless.”

“Nat has proposed to you?” Rekha hid her surprise. She was a very calm lady, who rarely showed her emotions too much, deepest pain are easiest to hide. She just hid her eyes from Mahua.

“Yes, didi, again and again. We are very good friends. We often go out together. He has told his family again and again that he wants to marry me but they have made their own choice.” She said. “If I knew who that girl is I would have begged her for my love. But Nat says he will leave his home and marry me.”

“Marriage is a decision to be taken after being thought about thoroughly.” Rekha said. “Again it’s a decision one should take independently or jointly with one’s spouse. Third persons always mess up.”

“Nat is a good guy, as far as I know him. We have never been very close friends.” Rekha said. It was true. Nat was the one who stalked her but never dared to propose her.

“Your bus has come didi, bye bye!” Mahua said with a smile, “till we meet again tomorrow.”

Rekha sat down on her bus seat immersed in deep thoughts. Mahua started to walk toward the nearest restaurant with a soft smile upon her lips, Nat was waiting for her there.




“Baba, tell them I wont marry Nat.” Rekha softly told her father when Nat’s parents approached him.

“But Rekha…” he stopped in midway, he knew his daughter very well.

“Rekha does not wants to marry Nat.” he told Mr. Singh.

“It has something to do with that monkey. I can swear about it.” Mr. Singh told his wife, who has mysteriously joined his side after doting after Nat for years.

“As Rekha is not interested in marrying him, we don’t have any thing to say. Well, lucky for her.” He added.

A few weeks later Nat popped up the question of marrying Mahua again.

“You can marry any one you want, but you will have to vacate my home and look for a job for yourself.” Mr. Singh said calmly. “But I will not disinherit you, as Rekha has denied marrying you. You will get all my property after we are dead.”




Tags: sharmishtha (trisha) basu, stories, story, society, writing, thoughts.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Karuna

The night was cool, pleasant and silent. Preeti sat down on the bench, pixy sat down at her feet. It was her daily routine before going to bed. To take a little stroll in the park with pixy. It was good for both of them.

A cool breeze was blowing laden with fragrance of flowers and trees. A fragrance which eased her mind like nothing else. she looked at the sky, it was clear, studded with dazzling night diamonds. She smiled to herself. Their beauty enchanted her since her childhood. They always promised her about far away lands and light.

Suddenly she felt pixy tugging at the leash, first gently and then so hard that the leash went away from her hands and pixy darted in the darkness.

She stood up instantly, a little scared. The first thought that flashed across her mind was he has lunged after some anti social element lurking behind the bushes. She thought about calling out to the guard, then her ego intervened and she gathered up her courage to follow pixy, fully prepared to scream.

She heard pixy yelping playfully. She soon located him yelping at a small bundle. To her surprise the bundle was moving.

She knelt down beside it, she thought some one must have discarded kittens, because a feline sound was coming from the bundle.

She untied the bundle after tying pixy to a tree near by, she did not wanted him to attack the kittens.

Her jaw dropped when she saw what was inside the bundle. It was a tiny child, hardly three or four months old, dark complexioned with a head full of curly hairs. The poor thing has been crying her heart out. Her face was twisted with pain and fear.

“My poor darling, my sweetheart!!!!”, she cooed at the little girl as she scooped her up in her arms and held her to her bossom.

As if by some miracle the child stopped crying and snuggled against her.

She untied pixy and rushed for her sister’s flat.

Preeti was a designer who worked from home, she used to work for an US firm and earned enough for a luxurious life, she lived in the same building with three of her other siblings, each having their own flats.

Preeti was single. She lost her husband after an year of their marriage. They had loved each other for ten years before marrying. After losing him she never felt the need to look at any other man, instead she dedicated her time and energy in the things she loved, designing. She used to design furniture, statues and other decorative items, fortunately she earned recognition very soon.

Sometimes she used to pine for a child but as she knew that no one will ever be able to take the place of her husband in her mind she used to suppress that pining and dedicate her feelings in her work.

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She was breathless when she reached her sister’s flat. Her sister was about to pack up for the day when she heard the door bell. To her surprise she saw her sister standing outside, fidgeting nervously.

“Smriti, look what pixy found in the park!”, she exclaimed.

Smriti and her husband Ashish shared her surprise when they saw what pixy has found. Soon the whole family was gathered around the tiny treasure, the police were informed.

The baby was closely inspected, there was no injury, she was a perfectly healthy baby, pixy found her before any thing else could.

The police arrived, they took the note of the incidence and left the baby with Preeti at her earnest request.

Preeti told them to leave the child with her till someone comes looking for her.. well, months passed into years, no one did.

Preeti adopted her after a few years, named her Karuna. Karuna knew from the very beginning that she was adopted. Preeti wanted a completely honest relationship with her.

Karuna turned up in a beautiful and graceful young lady, she pursued her mother’s career and both worked together in her studio.

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Preeti was sitting in her studio. A few strands of her hair has turned white, giving her even more graceful look. She was a slender elf like creature, with chiselled look. Her inner goodness was too much visible on her face, her artistic dreaminess added a celestial charm to that.

She lifted her eyes at a sound from the door. Karuna entered the studio. Her hands were filled up with the articles she has bought, spending the entire day out in the bazaar.

She smiled at her mother, she was a stunning beauty. Tall, slim, dark complexioned with exquisite features. Her eyes were large, full of kindness and dreams. Her head was full of curled hair, which was tied in a tight plait, and reached almost her knees. Her soft lips were always ready to smile.

“Look what have I found.. “, she said excitedly. Her voice was soothing, sweet and melodious like a musical strain. “ See this.. this and this.”, She added excitedly.

Preeti softly smiled at her, relishing her childlike excitement on every thing in the world.

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“Karu, I was thinking about holding an exhibition of our works. We have been working for the firm too long, we may think about our own independent business now.”, Preeti said.

“Whatever you say ma, I will do the organising part and you will do the selection of exhibits part”, Karuna answered after thinking a little.

The next one month passed like a hurricane. The exhibition was inaugurated. It drew quite an ample amount of crowd.

Karuna was sitting in her seat, a seat placed in a way so she could see the whole room, she saw a guy looking at each and every thing with deep interest. He was a really good looking guy. Fair, handsome and sophisticated. The way he was watching every thing clearly reflected his knowledge in the field.

After completing the long tour he came to her. “I guess you are the creator of these things…” he looked at her with open admiration. “They are fabulous.”

“Some are mine and some have been created by my mother.” She shyly replied.

“I am Jay Ghosh.”, he stretched out his hand.

“The renowned artist Jay Ghosh?”, she swallowed hard as she took his hand.

She always thought that he was an old guy. She has adored his works for years.

“I have been lucky in this field.”, he politely smiled and added, “Would you two mind joining me in an international project?”

She took him to Preeti and the project was finalised within a week.


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Within a few weeks of starting the project Preeti observed that a beautiful chemistry was forming between Jay and Karuna. Soon they became inseparable friends. Preeti observed with great joy how perfect they were for each other, but she knew reality.

Jay belonged to a reputed and wealthy business house, but changed his way to pursue his dream. His share of his family property was enough to take care of his needs, and leave a lot extra, hence he concentrated on his dreames and Devi Saraswati had all her blessings for him so he never looked back.

His father Rajkrishna Ghosh was very status conscious and conservative. Preeti knew he will never accept Karuna as his daughter in law.

She gently pointed these things out to Karuna, so she could avoid the pain of rejection. Being an extremely intelligent girl she understood and stayed within the limit of friendship.

This was not the case with Jay. The more he saw Karuna, the more his attraction for her grew. Karuna seemed like the person he has been looking for all through his life. He knew from the very beginning that she was an abandoned child, but it hardly mattered to him.

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“so that’s what those two women has been doing for all these months.” Senior Mr. Ghosh chewed out between his clenched teeth.

Jay has already procured Preeti’s permission. He softly discussed it with his mother Rama, who promised she will talk with his father.

They were sitting in the drawing room after dinner. Mr. Ghosh’s face has turned crimson. “We have not brought you up for this. To grab a woman from road and expect us to accept her as our daughter in law and give her a place in our home.”

“Have you forgotten your family background? What will I say to relatives and society?” he fumed.

“There is no need of your accepting her. I will accept her and stay out of your home.” Jay softly said. He was a very soft speaking person. He left the drawing room followed by his mother.

“Baba, don’t be angry, your father is saying the right thing. There are lots of other girls far prettier than her. Give it some time, you will forget her. I will bring a fairy for you.” Rama pleaded.

“Ma, I don’t want a fairy or a goddess, I want Karuna as my life partner. We have every thing common… you would have loved her if you have met her.” Jay softly said.

Rama pleaded for hours but Jay sealed his lips. Rama left for her husband to plead to him. Well, luck did not worked out there either.

Jay shifted to a rented flat next week.

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“I think you should think well before deciding. I don’t want you to regret later. Do you think its al right to sacrifice so much for love? Or a feeling that you are thinking as love?” Preeti asked seriously.

“I dote after Karu, she is too naïve and innocent, if you hate her for separating you from your parents she will be shattered to pieces. But if you walk away from her now she may forget you after a while.” She said.

“Ma, I am not naïve. I know what I want. I have run my own business and life for last ten years. I have seen the world. Seen it on my own, not under the wings of dad.” Jay said.

“Dad and mom will accept us once we are married. I know mom. She will never let dad drift away from me.” He added with hope.

Preeti knew her limits, so she consented and Karuna and Jay were married in the Registrar’s house. They went to seek the blessings of Jay’s parents.

A new servant opened the door, “Babu and ma has gone out of station. They wont be back soon..” he repeated like a parrot. Did not even asked them in.

Jay tried to call up his father and mother but the phones went unanswered.

Days passed to weeks and then months. Senior Mr. Ghosh made it clear that he was firm on his views.

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A couple of years has passed by, without his parents showing least signs of softening up. Jay too distanced himself. He has tried hundreds of times to meet them or call them up. To no use.

They did not even bothered to bless their daughter Mirna, though his father and mother’s friends came to bless the new born. All of his relatives, who could, came to see and bless her. So his own parents got the news but did not bothered to contact him. This hardened his heart a little further.

Jay has returned to India after spending a few months in USA, Karuna has gone to Mirna’s school. It was Parent-Teacher Meeting, so a lengthy affair. They were not supposed to be back before a few hours more.

He was sitting with the newspaper, his regular habit when a news caught his eyes. A sentence in bold letters said his parents were bankrupt. The news item that followed said that his father has lost every thing, even his furnitures to his ex manager. He remembered Mr. Roy very well. A person he has warned his parents about.. again and again. But they trusted him too much.

He jumped out of the sofa, grabbed the first set of clothes he could and drove to his parent’s home.

There were trucks outside the home. Carrying away the furnitures, furnitures filled up with his childhood memories.

He stopped by the supervisor. He was busy ordering the guys picking up the things. “Can you give me the number of the person who is buying these things?”

“Why not babu, they are very good are not they? It’s a sad affair when these old, aristocratic homes get sold..” the guy handed him the number.

He called him up and requested him to postpone the moving for a day and meet him next day. His requests were granted.

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He walked inside the drawing room after requesting the supervisor to replace the furnitures. His parents were sitting on the sofa, side by side, like two lost babies.

He went to them and touched their feet. His father clutched him like a child clutches his father. He softly cursed himself in his heart for not keeping an eye on them.

“Come lets go to my flat, your grand daughter Mirna will be ecstatic to see you two when she comes back from school.” He said after a while.They got up from the sofa and followed him like a pair of robots.

They reached the flat. Rama looked at the surrounding, it was beautiful, well maintained and prestigious. When Jay opened the door of his flat for them she was stunned. Every inch spoke of extraordinary taste.

“It’s a fabulous home. You have decorated it so wonderfully.” Rama gushed.
“Its mainly Karuna ma, I only helped her. “ Jay replied. “Come in and see the rest of the home, lets see how many marks you give her.” He added laughing a little.

There were photographs and paintings of a happy family hanged across the flat. Theirs were also hanging from walls.

“Karuna painted that!” Jay said, when he saw Rama looking at a painting with eyes full of admiration. It was a painting based on her first photograph after marriage.

“Come here, let me show you some more.” Jay asked them to follow him as he showed them their studio. It was a huge hall, full of complete and incomplete paintings and sculptures. There was a series of pictures based on various moods and occassions of Raj and Rama.

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“Dada, the breakfast and tea is ready.” Their apt concentration was broken by a soft voice. They turned to face the woman who uttered the word.

“This is mina, our house incharge while we are running around!!” Jay laughed. “Minadi, my father and mother.”

Mina came forward and touched their feet.

They were busy talking after taking the breakfast when the door bell rang.

The door was answered by Mina, they heard the sound of tiny feets and a chubby child appeared on the doorway of the living room where they were sitting.

“Baba, I missed you so much.” She pouted at Jay as she clung to him. Suddenly she realized that there were two strangers were in the room and she shyly distanced herself from her father and stared at them.

“Touch their feets darling, they are your grandma and grandpa.” Jay said softly.

Mirna hesitantly went to them and touched their feet and Rama hugged her tightly with tears in her eyes. Two drops of tears were shining in Jay’s eyes.

A soft, musical voice sounded in the doorway, “Why did not you called me when you went to pick up ma and baba?”

“I went all the way to there to be informed that you have already taken them home.” Karuna said complainingly as she headed toward her in laws to touch their feet.

Jay met the dealer next day, he was businessman but not unkind. He realized that he can buy his home along with the furnitures back.


Few months later the whole family shifted to their actual home after selling the flat.

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5.10.2009

She was sitting alone beside the window. another cigarette burning on her lip.. she impatiently snuffed it out and threw it out of the window.

A full moon was shining in the sky, its light was softly spreading on her face too, but she was least bothered about the beauty of the moon.

she impatiently got up and almost knocked down the small table on which her things were kept. she muttered some thing under her breath and went to the toilet to splash some water on her face.

Age was quickly catching up with her. For last few years she was feeling really, really lonely. Most of her time was spent on internet chatting, messaging friends all over the world. She has inherited immense wealth from her family.

Her sisters were all married and settled in and out of kolkata. She preferred her liberty so she stayed single but enjoyed life to the core.

She has long crossed her fifties, some stray white hair always popped up no matter how many times she visited the beauty parlour these days.

She came out of the toilet and sat down on the makeup stool.. after applying a quick makeup she went out of the spacious flat. On the way she grabbed her coat because it might get a little chilly when she will be on her way.

The liftman saluted her, “Good evening memsaab.” She preferred to ignore him. Just like him she also ignored the guard who saluted her briskly while she walked to the parking lot to get her car.

Her driver has gone home last week, taking only one day’s leave and was yet to show up…

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She was a very tall woman, almost six, robustly built. A little fleshy but not plump. Her complexion was dark but her large eyes were gorgeous once.. a lot of young boys of her college days day-dreamed about those hazel eyes.. so many times she has found notes or heard poems from them gushing after those hazel eyes.. now they were a little puffy and bloodshot because of her life style. She did not wore specs, preferred contact lenses.

She turned on the AC and started the car. When she reached her club it was still early evening for her crowd.

They were coming in one by one, she sat down under an umbrella on the lawn, she only went inside during the monsoon or extreme cold.. which was a surprise for her in Kolkata because Rosemary has spent most of her life in hill station.. in her school and college, she returned to kolkata after crossing her thirties. Even now she runs away to the hills whenever she can.

The waiter reached her and stood beside her silently, waiting for her order. She ordered him her drinks and some thing to go with it and started to play with her cellphone. Waiting for her clubmates to show up.

She glanced at the driveway when another car pulled in, her face lit up instantly. She beckoned one of the waiters, “Tell Mr. Ghosh that Mary madam is in the lawn.” The waiter bowed and left.

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The weather was really pleasant. She could see some of the couples dancing on the dance floor and others watching them from their seats.

Soon she saw Mr. Ghosh striding across the lawn towards her, he was an extremely handsome guy. Tall, well built and sophisticated in his appearance and behaviour. He was in his early forties. A pilot in a reputed airways.

He smiled at her when their eyes met, “The waiter told me that you were looking for me dear lady!”, he sat down with her permission.

She softly smiled, the smile illuminated her face and reached her eyes.

“So you are back to Kolkata, how was your trip?”, she asked, still smiling.

“As usual!!!!”, he replied with a smile. “You want another drink?”, he added after noting the waiter waiting patiently for his order.

She nodded in disagreement and he dismissed the waiter with his orders.

“So how did the charming lady spent her christmas vacation? Partying all night?”, he asked with a smile.

She smiled and shrugged in response.

“Rose, I want to ask you about some thing..something very special…”, he said with a little hesitation.

“Very personal actually..”, he added.

“Why don’t you come to my flat tomorrow? We will have dinner together and we can talk there..”, she said with a smile.

Before he could answer a sharp shower started to pour from the skies above and they both had to run inside the club.

When they left after an hour, the skies were still pouring down. The program of the dinner was fixed at Rosemary’s flat.

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When dawn peeped through heavy curtains of Mary’s windows she was still sleeping, fully relaxed in her double bed. She preferred a luxurious life. She has handpicked every single item she used personally, even looked at regularly. Like the cabinets of kitchen. They were all as best as she could afford.

Most of the things of her flat were not Indian, barring a few exceptions like herself..

She woke up a few hours later when the bell rang and her maid answered the door. She stretched, yawned and stepped out of bed and unlocked the bedroom door. The maid brought her bed tea and newspapers to her bed.

“Good morning, madam.” She wished her good morning in english.

Well Mary preferred people around her to be a little smart and english knowing, because a lot of her guests did not knew bengali or worse, knew but did not talked in it.


When Julie entered the room next time Mary was sifting through the pages of the newspaper, she was not a serious reader, just kept herself updated with the world around her.

“The breakfast and lunch menu madam…”, Julie politely asked after removing the trays from the bed side table and wiping it clean.

“Make the regular breakfast and lunch but there will be a special guest for the dinner, I will tell you the menu later.”, Mary said. “Make my appointment in the beauty parlour and tell me the exact time.” She added.

Julie left after opening the windows. Rose got up after a little while and went to the balcony and sat down with the papers on her lap. The balcony overlooked on a vast green space, full of trees and covered with luscious, well maintained lawns, given the look of a wavy green field artificially. Usually Mary ignored these things but today she was feeling really happy.

For the first time she noticed how beautiful the view was from her balcony, blue sky with scattered clouds, green grass covered land, bushes here and there, well maintained trees, some filled up with flowers. She could remember the name of some of them.

She listened to the call of the birds, felt the breeze and the fragrance that it brought, the fragrance of trees, flowers and early morning moisture.

Small children were playing in the ground happily, she hated their shouts and screams but their shouts were hardly reaching her ear, at her ninth floor balcony, so she watched their playing for a little while and left for the toilet.

When Julie came to make her bed she heard madam singing inside the toilet. She shook her head and went out.

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Mary had a busy day at the beauty parlour. She left Julie with the menu for the evening. Julie could see that the spider was spinning her web..

In the ten years which she has spent with her she has known her mistress too well. So she prepared the dinner as per the menu and made arrangements for her dinner in her room .. she usually had her dinner in the drawing room as Rose almost always had her dinner in the club.

But she had strictest orders to stay out of sight when the spider was busy in entrapment of her latest prey.

When Mr. Ghosh aka Moloy’s car pulled in the parking space he looked at the surroundings with admiration. No doubt his lady friend lived in one of the very best apartment houses.

The uniformed guard politely took his details, called up Rose to confirm, and told him the direction. He smiled and left for the lift. The liftman took him to her flat. He has already been directed to do so.

Rose was waiting outside her door. “Good evening.” She said with a beautiful smile.

He handed her the bouquet and chocolates he has brought for her.

He spent a few minutes simply adoring the way she has decorated the spacious flat. Every inch spoke the story of her fabulous taste. He showered her with compliments. She blushed like a teenager.

Julie could hear their melodious laughters from her room, she screwed up her face. Knowing that the prey has landed in the web.

Moloy left late at night.. it was only after reaching his flat he remembered he has left his briefcase at her home.

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Rosemary woke up in the morning, hours before her regular hour. She got up, unlocked the door of her bedroom and sat down on the swing in balcony.

It was early dawn, she took a deep breath and started to look around.

Dark rain clouds were hovering in the horizon, not a very welcome sign in January because it promised of damp, chilly weather. But it did not moved her. She could see the trees and luscious bushes below. Green and inviting.

Suddenly on an impulse she got up and got out of her bedroom, Julie was still sleeping, she went out of the flat went down and started to stroll in the garden.

Dew drops on green grasses and leaves were a thing she has stopped to notice ever since her return from her boarding school.

She ruefully thought that if she and Moloy were of same age ..last night she has seen the look full of admiration in his eyes.

It was true that she has seen it in many eyes before, desire far deeper than his. She has had her time but this time the thing was a little different to her.. she was getting attracted to him..

She knew very well that he will never want her for long. So she was both sad and happy. Happy to win his attraction even for the time being, sad because she knew that it wont last. For the first time in her life she was keen to make it last.

The chime of the doorbell woke Julie up. She collected the newspaper and milk, next she prepared the bed tea and left for her mistress’s bedroom. She was surprised to see the bed empty, toilet unlocked. She went to the balcony and to her utter surprise she saw her strolling in the garden below.Touching the flowers and leaves like a dreamy teenager. From ninth floor balcony she missed the sadness of her eyes and the dreamy, soft smile on her lips.

She returned to the bedroom, cleaned it up and went to kitchen.

She was still in the kitchen when she heard Rose entering the flat. Rose called out to her before sitting down in her living room.

“Julie, I wont take lunch, I will not be at home all day.” She said while Julie was placing her tea on the small table before her.

Morning sun was spreading its warmth through the almost transparent, white curtains of this room, the room had large windows and was situated in the eastern end of the flat.

A huge lake was sprawled in the distance, bordered by trees and bushes, this portion of the property was not meticulously maintained – deliberately, to give it a complete natural look without letting it go wild. So it was groomed but not too much.

The light of the sun was playing on the lake. The trees were swaying softly in the breeze that clouds have brought with them.

“Remove the curtains will you?”, Rose asked. “Place my tea on the table beside the window.”

This room was Mary’s dream room, she has decorated it inch by inch, it had a huge collection of books, CDs a music system, and the equipments of painting.

A room attached to it had her personal theatre, a room where only selected friends were invited. It was a home theatre of the best quality, which she could afford.

She was addicted to music and movies. Once upon a time she used to read a lot and paint but those habits have taken the back seat now..

“I will call you up in the evening and tell you the dinner menu. If someone calls for me, get the number and tell him that I will call him back later.” She added.

Julie left the room softly closing the door behind her.

Rose left within an hour. Julie was tidying up the flat when the door bell rang.

She went to answer it, the guard was standing on the door.

“Julie, this gentleman has left some thing… no one is picking up your phone or Rose madam’s phone, so I thought it will be better if I too come along and see if all is ok.”, the guy said with the widest grin possible. He rarely missed a chance to visit this flat.

Julie looked at his companion, she stared for a few minutes, she has seen her share of good looking men but this guy was some thing else. he had a pure, innocent face, chiselled features and body.

He in turn was staring at her with open admiration, a look she was too familiar with and sometimes it bored her, but this time she could feel a strange flutter inside her heart. Her eyes dropped down instantly.

“I am Moloy, I was here last night, I think I have left my briefcase.” The guy said.

His sonorous voice completed the spell, she blushed without any reason. “Do come in and see if you can identify it.”

He entered the flat and instantly located his briefcase.

“Will you like to have a cup of tea sir?”, her heart did not wanted him to walk away so soon.

“If it is not too much trouble.” He replied and sat down on the sofa.

The guard left after taking her permission. Julie prepared the tea and served it to him. He smiled at her, his eyes never left her face.

She is as beautiful as a pink rose, he thought inside, what a divine beauty and sweet behaviour.

The doorbell rang again, Julie walked toward it cursing the guard in her heart, she looked through the keyhole and saw Rose standing outside.

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She muttered a silent prayer before she opened the door.

“I forgot my credit card!” she said. “Hi Moloy!!!! What a pleasant surprise!” she added, the surprise was not very pleasant, only Julie could feel it.

Moloy was a little surprised by blanching of her face. She quickly collected the tray and went to the kitchen

Moloy stood up and smiled, “I left my briefcase here last night, it had my flying documents so I had to pick it up before leaving today…” he smiled. “It seems age is catching up on us.. you forgot your credit card and I forgot my briefcase, or may be we were destined to meet again.”, he laughed.

“I will be leaving now dear lady, will be out of the country for a while..”, he said standing up and stretching his hand toward her.

She clasped it casually and smiled.

Julie heard Moloy and Rose leaving the flat from the kitchen.

She called up one of her friends and asked her if she can refer her to some one. Her friend consented but was surprised because she has asked her again and again in past and she has refused. Telling she was comfortable here.

Moloy returned after a month. He came to the club and to his surprise he saw that Rose was not there. He went to her flat.

He rang the bell, the door was answered by a middle aged woman. “Is Rose madam home?”, he asked.

The woman nodded her consent and requested him to come inside and take a seat. Soon Rose appeared, a little tired and sleepy.

“Are you alright?” he stood up a little worried. “I have been to the club, you were not there, so I thought I should rather check on you.”

“I was a little feverish.”, she sat down on the sofa. “Sonam, bring some soda and snacks.”

“What happened to your earlier maid?” he asked sounding as much casual as possible.

“She left. Just after your visit.”, she answered equally casually.

Moloy got the answer he came looking for. He left after a little while, and after that their paths rarely crossed.

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A few years have passed since then. Rose was sitting in her club seat, she was there to attend the marriage of a friend’s daughter when she saw a small child roaming around.

The girl was as beautiful as a china doll, wearing a pretty dress.

She smiled and called her, the girl shyly smiled and ran to her mother, who was a gorgeous creature. Suddenly the earth shook a little when Rose saw Moloy coming toward them with a smile, the girl ran to him and clung to his knees, “Papa I want icecream, please!!!!”

Moloy bowed and picked her up and held her against his heart, “Whatever my princess wishes!!!” his eyes were brimming with deep affection.

His wife screwed up her face at them lovingly.

Rose got up and walked toward them, “hi Moloy!!!! Its been ages since we last met.”

“Wont you introduce me to the gorgeous lady!” she asked with a smile when she noted the slight discomfort on his face.

“Oh come on!!!! My dear lady, how can I have the audacity? Meet my second soul Tripti and my darling Trina.” He laughed out after brushing away the slight hesitation.

He observed with growing discomfort the instant rapport which Rosemary created with Tripti. She was suave and charming and Tripti was a simple hearted woman. Theirs was an arranged marriage fixed by his parents.

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“When are we visiting Rosemary?”, Tripti asked while they were sitting in the bedroom at night. “She told me that she has some of your pictures in her album, some really interesting pictures, taken when you visited her home a couple of years back.”

Moloy did not answered, just looked at her. Praying heart and soul that she bluffed.

“She is a wonderful lady, so rich but so polite.”, Tripti added childishly. “She likes you a lot. I will really love it if you take me to her home when you come back, I will ask her to give me the copies of those photographs..” she doted after her handsome husband.

“We will see sweetheart. Let me come back first.” He smiled and hugged her with deep love.


Rose was sitting in her living room next morning when sonam came, “Madam, guard called up to ask if he will allow some Mr. Moloy Ghosh upstairs.”

Rose consented. “Make arrangements for special tea with snacks.”

Rose sent Sonam for shopping before inviting Moloy in. Rosemary knew very well if she did not sent her out she will lurk somewhere trying her level best to eavesdrop.


“What is this story of photographs which you told Tripti? I don’t recollect any pictures being taken when I visited your flat.” Moloy asked after exchange of casual formalities.


“Oh, I have surveillance camera installed in every room of the flat.” She said, sounding ominously calm. “I live alone, in case someone murders me, the cops will get the proof.”

“I have taken special care that they are hidden from eyes, even experts fail to locate them. Only my sister knows their exact position, so she will simply show them to the cops in case its needed” she said in a casual way.

He has already seen that her rooms were bare of all the luxury and extravaganza which was there when he visited last time.

He understood, she has gone bankrupt and have taken up to blackmailing.

“No, no! its not what you think!” she said, as if she could read his mind. “How can I blackmail you?”

“I just want a small favour, I want to get married, there is a small thorn in that path.” She said, “I wasted years to win the heart of a guy, who is this time my age and well to do enough to take care of our needs.” She added.

“Now that silly guy is in love with a woman of your age.. and she too worships him.” She added sadly. “I have tried to lure her away for years pretending as a man.”

“She just wont let that old guy go and go for a guy as handsome as you.” She chuckled. “sorry, I used your photographs without your permission to woo her.”

“Now if you will do me a favour, I will love you to meet her and I will love to see if she has the power of resisting your charms.” She said.

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“Give me a few days to think.” He said coldly.

“drink the tea, its getting cold.” She said, “I am in a little hurry, age and time are working against me.”

“I am leaving India today, will be back in a fortnight, you will get my answer on my return, will that be alright?” He asked coldly.

“Ok, I will have to accept it. I don’t have much choice, do I?” she said sounding disappointed.

“I will be leaving now.” He stood up.

“The tea? I had it made specially for you.” She called out to his back. He was already walking toward the door.

She followed him with a grim look on her face. “I hope I wont have to ask Tripti if you are back to India..”

“Please leave her out of your friend circle. She is not your type.” He said trying hard to control his rage and walked out of the door without looking back even once.

He was about to enter his car when he saw a strange thing, there was a tree just beside the drive way. There was a huge spider web in that. A glorious butterfly was caught in that web, fluttering helplessly. An ominous looking spider was smoothly moving toward it.

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He quickly reached the butterfly before the spider could and softly picked it up from the web. He removed the webs from its gorgeous wings and placed it on a flower far away from the web.

He was searching for a stick or something to remove the web when he heard a musical laughter right behind him.

He turned around, it was a small child, about Trina’s age. She straight went to the web and removed it by her hands.

“Naughty spider. I have to clean it up every day. You know uncle I saved a firefly from her last night?” she looked up at him with a pair of innocent eyes.

“Wash your hands sweetheart. With soap, ok?”, he said softly ruffling her curly hairs.

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Tripti entered their flat with Trina after a few hours from then. She saw a huge bunch of roses on the drawing room table, a teddy bear and an envelope.

A soft smile illuminated her face, Trina picked up the teddy bear and hugged it. “Is it mine ma? Who gave it?”

Tripti laughed, “Who else but your dad.. you little fairy. Now go and change your dress darling.”

She could hardly wait to read the long letter which Moloy has written her, but she knew the little one was starving after all the running around in school. She arranged something for them to eat. There was still hours to go before lunch.

An hour or so later she was sitting on the balcony with the letter in her hand and Trina playing with her toys.

The letter was long, it told her every thing which Moloy has done before he married her…. It vowed that every thing has changed after marriage. He apologised that he should have said all this to her before marriage. Finally it said that her decision is the final decision.

She read it again and again. But could not feel any anger for Moloy. Deep in her heart she knew her husband is loyal to her, he dotes on both of them and she is lucky to have him in her life. She decided to trust her soul.

When Moloy reached his hotel after a few hours a huge bunch of white, yellow, pink and red roses was waiting for him with a fabulous card which said “I Love You.”

A few months later Moloy and Tripti were sitting side by side in the balcony.

Tripti handed him over an invitation card, “It came today. As we are not going I did not gave it to you earlier, but I think you may like to see it.”

The card said : YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE MARRIAGE RECEPTION OF ROSEMARY ROY AND DIPTIMOY BHATTACHARYYA.

They looked at each other. “Mr. Bhattacharyya is one of the most prominent businessment in Siliguri. He used to visit our club every time he came down to Kolkata. Seems Rosemary had other cards in her hand.” Moloy said grimly.

Tripti held his hand tightly. Moloy thanked Julie for giving him the hint about the dark nature of the gorgeous woman he was about to fall for.