He returns to India

4 years ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

As the clock struck 10 am, the wheels of the international flight from Australia touched down on Indian soil, coming to a gentle halt at the bustling Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport in Mumbai, marking the end of a long-haul journey and the beginning of a new chapter.

As the plane taxied to a halt, passengers eagerly awaited reunions with loved ones, their faces etched with anticipation. Prithvi, who had remained wide-eyed throughout the journey, felt an uncontainable excitement coursing through his veins. He had witnessed the breathtaking sunrise through the windowpane beside his seat, its golden hues casting a warm glow on his face. The thought of reuniting with his family, breathing in the familiar scent of his motherland, and basking in the beauty of the Arabian Sea's azure waters filled him with joy. The cool ocean breeze, carrying the whispers of the coastal sea, beckoned him home.

After navigating the airport's formalities, Prithvi made his way to the arrival gate, where a sea of people awaited their loved ones. Some were bidding emotional farewells to family and friends, while others eagerly scanned the crowds for a glimpse of their returning relatives. The air was alive with the hum of reunions, goodbyes, and the promise of new beginnings.

A stout man of medium height, clad in a crisp white uniform and matching pants, stood out amidst the crowd. A black hat adorned his head, adding a touch of professionalism to his attire. He grasped a white paper board, attached to a slender stick, bearing Prithvi's name in bold letters. As Prithvi approached, the man's eyes lit up with a warm smile.

Prithvi walked alongside him, his trolley bag safely stowed in the trunk of a sleek black BMW. He folded his black coat neatly over his left arm and settled into the plush leather seat. With a gentle hum, the driver ignited the engine, and the car glided smoothly into motion.

IN THE ANOTHER CORNER OF THE MUMBAI

The day when she gave the news about getting a job in the company, her mother was very warm-hearted after hearing that. She blessed her with her watery eyes full of joy and pride.

Sanyogita was in her room. Though the room was looking a little bit old with an unpainted ceiling, a bed near the window in the southern direction from where the playground for local school children had seen.

She was standing close to the window by facing her back on the wall adjacent to the orange color iron rod grilles. She was reading some letters which were looking a little torn. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she was looking through the window. Her deep consolidation was broken by hearing the footsteps of her mother,she had come to reality and immediately hid those papers in her hands in the cupboard along with some precious accessories of her. She wept her face.

“Sanyogita” a lady called her by her name,
she was wearing a simple white cotton sari, though she still had wrinkles on her forehead and her cheeks, her face was looking healthy. her hair was braided behind her back, there were some grey hairs over her front hair.

Sanyogita turned around, she had a halved smile on her face ‘’Jii Maa, “ replied her [softly]

“Kya baat hai beta ? her mother observed the face of her daughter carefully

“Maa nothing, Sanyogita did not make eye contact with her mother
Her mother moved close to her and made a seat on the bed along with her. She caressed the head of Sanyogita with her hand. Saynogita kept her head on the lap of her mother.

“Mein janti hoon beta! Tera maan kyu udas hai?”

Sanyogita opened her eyes and looked at her mother with shocking eyes, she muttered something in her mind

“Beta, aaj itna bara khushi ka din hai, har Maa- Baap ko garav hota hai jab uski aulad Zindagi mein safal hota.
Sanyogita did not interrupt, her mother continued,” Aaj tere Pita Zinda hote toh bhot khus hote, unka kandh khushi se aurbhi uncha ho jata”

Tears came out from the corner eyes of Saynogita whose gaze suddenly fell on the family photo frame which had been kept on the table adjacent to the almirah . In the family photograph there was a middle-aged man who was wearing spectacles and a normal full sleeves white shirt with black pants. He was sitting with a young woman who was wearing a blue color sari and there was a presence of vermilion on her parting. Both the man and the woman were sitting on the sofa. At the back of them were standing two girls. Anybody could assume by their appearance of them that they were siblings, one with the age of 18 -20 and another around 13-14. All of them were smiling delightfully. They were looking like a happy family.

Sanyogita got up from her bed, moved close to the table, and took the photo frame in her hand “kon kehta hai Maa, ki Papa hum logo ke Saath nahi hai! Woh toh humsa mere saath hai, aur didi bhi, woh dono janha kahi bhi hai har waqt humhare Saath hai , humhe dekh rahe hai, humhe sun rahe hai, woh humseha humare dil mein hai, yado mein hai, jaha se dunya ki koii bhi taqqat unhe humse aalag nahi kar sakti”.

Sanyogita finished her words ,her hands were caressing over the photograph.

Sanyogita’s words made her mother emotional, she wept her eyes by the anchanl of her sari.She moved to the daughter and kissed her forehead.
There was some emotional silence between the mother and daughter for some time, both of them were in each other's arms.

“ arrey haan mein jis kaam ke liye yahan aayi thi woh toh bhool hi gayi! Told by her mother

“ konsa kam ?’’ Sanyogita asked in confusion

‘’Somalia aunty keh rahi thi unke kisi dur ke rishte daar ke bete jo bhot acha hai , ek news company mein job karta hai, dekhne mein bhi thik thak hai , bass ..bass ..woh her mother was mumbling “

Sanyogita was looking at her mother with suspicious eyes ,she had found something fishy in her tone bass..aur kya MAA?’’

“Bass uske gharwale uske liye Ek achi ladki dhoon rahe hai!!’’

“Toh yeh sab aap mujhe kyu bata raha hai?’’

“Somalia Aunty ne teri baat unlogose kithi toh , unhone teri photo mangi thi toh meine dey diya .. aur unhone tujhe pasand kya hai .. aur o ladka aaj tujhe restaurent mein milna chahta hai”

“Maaa.. meine aap ko kitni baar kaha hai ki mujhe nahi karni Shaadi “
“Padh beta ek baar milne se kya problem hai ?”

“Maa mujhe nahi milna kisi se bhi..aap kyu nahi samajh te mujhe abhi shaadi nahi karni”

“Padh beta shaadi abhi kare yaa baat mein kya problem ,mujhe toh samjh mein nahi aata .. pehle kaih ti thi studies continue karna hai!! Phir jab ow hogya tab keh rahi hai job karni haii .. thik hai man liya mik gaye job!!.. Itne sare rishtey ayee .. sab logone tujhe passand kya!!Padh haar baar koi na koii banhana ..Mein janna chahti hoon aakir kar tu shaadi kyu nahi karna chahti haii??””

Sanyogita did not say anything
“give me a valid reason ! Do you like someone? Kya tere zindagai mein koi aur ladka hai toh mujhe bata mein baat karungi unlogose!!’’ (Give me a valid reason, do you like anyone?? If there is any other boy in your life then tell me, I will talk to their family !!’’)

Sanyogita remained Silent,
“Beta haar Maa- Baap ka sapna hota hai ki uski beti ka shaadi dhum dham se kisi acge ladkhe se ho ghaar base, ow khush rahe !’’

“Padh Maa mujhe abhi Shaadi nahi karni!!’’

“Padh beta ek baar milne mein kya problem hai, thk hai aagr tujhe ow ladlka pasand na aye toh phir batana , mere khatir mille “ (but daughter, what is the problem in meeting him once, if you don't like that boy then tell me, meet him for my sake ")

Sanyogita looked at her mother's face for a few seconds , she expressed a sigh of relief.. "Thik hai , magad uske baad aap kabhi bhi shaadi ka proposal nahio lekar ayengi!!’’ (Okay, but after that you will never come with a marriage proposal!!”)

“Padh beta “ her mother was looking at her face with astonished eyes
“Padh badh kuch nahi ..aap mujhe promise kijiye ‘’

“Thik hai beta “..Nilima assured her

Sanyogita was thinking in her mind”yeh Somalia Aunty khud kyu nahi shaadi kar leti , aagar itni hi Shaadi ka bukhar chadha haii toh.. Haar bar mere piche hi kyu padh jati hai “