Thursday, 25 March 2010

The neighborhood woman

He sat on a fiber chair in the Veranda reading newspaper. His wife was somewhere in the house, perhaps in the kitchen, and his one year old daughter slept on the floor next to him. In ten minutes he was through with the newspaper.

He was four days into his ten day vacation. His eyes panned the houses in front of him. The freshly painted house on the right  caught his attention. He remembered the conversation his mother had with him the previous night.

“Ohh, You should have been here last year.”
His mother was explaining the events which took place six months ago.

“ God always snatches people he loves the most.” She had said.
“Babu wouldn’t be more than thirty. Only two months into the marriage and this tragedy. You should see his wife Reena: how young and beautiful.”

Mother's description of beauty didn’t register in him, he was used to her exaggerations. The magnitude of the tragedy was enormous no doubt. “Just two months into marriage”. He repeated his mother’s dialogue in his mind.
“Lucky they didn’t have babies.Two months is enough to have a baby.” He thought.

He remembered, his cousin sister had delivered nine months into her marriage. “Perhaps she conceived the very first night of the marriage.They would have hooked-up the very night.” He had thought when he heard the news, though with guilt of having thought like that about his sister.

He could hear some movements in the house. May be it was Reena. Now he wanted to have a glimpse of her, just to confirm his mother: Or perhaps sadistic wish of examining the victim of such a grave tragedy.

He thought if she would remarry. “ How young and beautiful” His mother recurred in his mind. “A young and beautiful woman would have no problems  finding a mate. She would have her bodily desires too.” He couldn’t control his monologues.

“ Would she have experienced the bodily pleasures of mating?”.
“Two months into marriage!”
“Their's was love marriage. Inter-religious marriage. She is a Christian. God knows why most such marriages end in tragedy?” His mother had said, with visible signs of distress.

He wondered if mother secretly supported god’s decision of breaking such marriages.

“ They were on his motor cycle. Reena was behind. A fast bus was approaching on the opposite and there, they are hit.” He remembered his mother.
“ He died on the spot.” Mother had explained, as if it was a big feat to die like that.
“ She too was almost dead. We thought she too had. They took her to TMH and from there to the medical college. She came out of the coma after three weeks.four weeks in the ICU.”

“Poor girl. She couldn’t even witness the funeral of her husband.” His mother said. His mind made classifications of death. Not-conscious-to-witness-the-funeral-of-husband could be the worst degree of loss.
"We couldn't control her after she got her consciousness. " Mother had narrated. "She wanted to die. She was saying she has no reasons to live. Her reason for living way no more."

"We stopped her somehow. It was very difficult. I told her that she can consider her her mother and live with her. Like my daughter. " "Poor Girl".

He wanted to see her. His curiosity was mounting. “ Beautiful woman and a widow of two months of marriage. Not seen funeral too. How tragic.” He wasn’t sadistic, but he felt like one.He wondered if it was natural to have such thoughts. Was he turning into a psycho?

He walked towards the house.

A young woman greeted him on the doorsteps. He smiled at her. She returned his smile with a half lipped grin.

“Reena?” He asked.
She smiled in reply.

“ Please be seated.” She said courteously.

He sat on a cane chair.
“ I am Lakshmi Chechi’s Son.Manoj” He introduced himself.
“I know. Heard about you from Chechi.”
“ I will make tea.”

Before he could stop her she had left. He was stunned by her beauty, a real beautiful woman by any standards-Fair, Tall, Slim and graceful.

“Sexy”, if he could call her. He wanted to call her. A woman he would be proud to have as wife. A woman his friends would be envy of.  A woman who could provide all sorts of pleasures to a man. A man could never ask for more than a woman like her. He imagined her sleeping on a bed. He could spend hours staring at her. He wanted to look at her, for long moments, secretly, without her finding out.

She walked in with a tea cup.

“How is Divya chechi?” She asked.
“ She is doing good.”
“ How long is the vacation.”
“ We would travel next week”.
“ So chechi is traveling with you?”
He nodded. He was shy. He couldn’t look into her eyes. He felt awkward and uncomfortable.
He wanted to getup and walk back.

He passed the teacup to her.
“Potte.” He said( in Malayalam for “ Let me go”)
She smiled.
“ We will come later.Do come there. Divya said Hi.”

She smiled again.

Walking back he imagined her with her husband on a motorcycle. Her hands had clutched him from behind. She was whispering something into his ears and he was chuckling, very much in Love-Like Some condom advertisement on the TV.
He felt a desire for her. He wanted to be her man; he wanted her touches, her soft caresses on the motorcycle, she biting his ears out of love and bodily lure. Like the condom advertisement.

He felt envious of Babu. “Lucky man.A beautiful wife. A desirable woman. Enough to pass envy to any man.”
He was in love with her, whatever the word meant.

That night, sleep couldn’t get to him easily. He looked at his daughter sleeping next to him and his wife, sleeping further next to his daughter. His daughter formed a void space between them. He admired the innocence and the beauty of his daughter. A smile formed naturally.

He touched his wife’s hip. She turned as if to avoid his sudden incursion.
“You Slept?” He asked.
“ Hummm”. She replied.

“No you haven’t slept.”
“What do you want? If baby awakes you will have to make her sleep.” She fired at him annoyingly.
“ Do you Love me?” He asked.
“ Yea” She replied apathetically.
“ How much?”
“Uff, What happened to you? Gone mad?” She turned towards him to express her irritation.

“ What if I die, will you remarry?” he asked.
She got up and looked at him. She pinched hard on his thigh.
“ If I die will you cry for me? Refuse to eat and drink? Like the neighborhood lady Reena?” He asked her.

She looked at him hard. She got up and came close to him. She pushed him, making him roll to make space for her to lie next to him. She lazed next to him.
She hugged him hard. She rubbed her head on his hairy chest, gesture to show her affection.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Her red eyes had drops of tears waiting to roll down.

“Never say things like this at night after supper. Where will your daughter and I go if you are not in this world? I too would die.”
She kissed him on his cheek.

He felt proud of himself. He felt manly; he had a woman who would prefer death than being his widow. He turned to hug her. She hugged him tight and he could feel her warm breath on his body, and drops of tears wetting his chest and flowing through the hairs, faintly tickling him.


The Panorama said...

Wow a Zb story after ages!! will be back to read it..couldn't resist leaving a comment :)

Raj said...

back with a SEXY bang?

great plot. awesome writing. :)

Aparna said...

Great comeback ZB. It was a fast read. May be you should try to get it published in a mag.

BK Chowla, said...

Good to see you again with an interesting post after a long gap.

ZB said...

@All: Thanks you All, Appreciate kind words and great to know you liked. I thought itwas complicated emotions, difficult to make a meaning.Glad i could convey.TC:)

sujata said...

very honest narration of thoughts, beautifully written as always.

Rashmi said...

Great post, was hooked on to it till the very end :)

ZB said...

@Sujata and Rashmi: Thanks for reading. TC:)

R. Ramesh said...

hey thanks ya buddy..n best wishes to u too...and fmly:)

numerounity said...

Ahem...Ahem...Lots of X twists to ZB' stories these days! Hmmm romance, erotica, sentiments all built in one.

WElcome back ZB :)

Rajlakshmi said...

after a longggg time reading you :D the way to handle emotions is superb :)
loved the story :)

Smita said...

Aha! such a well written post & tell me it isn't fictional right?

Also sorry for not commenting in the last post! Read it the day u posted but couldn't get time to comment! It was good to know your daughter & wife a re back with you it must be great going back home after a days hard work :)

ZB said...

@Ramesh, Numero, Rajlakshmi, Smita-Thank you all for reading. God bless.

Smita: Fiction it is. Completely.

Anonymous said...

Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you will not have a leg to stand on.............................................

Swatantra said...

Very nice story!!