Something new - a modification of the scene when Santo saw DM do pottery.. after which he had given her the POA papers..
As he sat on the swing..thinking to himself about the talk that he had just had with his kids and family, he had an unsettling feeling and he could not reason why he felt that way.. maybe it was because he had never expected such a situation to arise.. that too with his own children and in such an ugly manner.. thinking on and on.. as he looked around, he was pleasantly surprised to see the potter's wheel present there near the swing..
A faint smile played on his lips as he recalled the time when he had gone to Nanaji's place and watched Santo make those small pots.. and to find himself enjoying each and every moment.. he stretched lazily and sighed as he recalled those moments and prayed for happiness for his Santodi.. all that she deserved and more.. as he walked past the wheel, something in him tugged and urged him to give a try to the wheel .. to see if he could make pots as well..
Settling comfortably in front of the wheel, he effortlessly put it into motion.. unaware that Santo had reached the top of the stairs, watching each and every action of his.. he tried making a pot but failed.. the structure would just collapse in his hands.. he was frustrated at the end of it and was about to get up when she softly called out from behind him.. he too was surprised to find her behind him..he hadnt a clue!
DM: Tu kab aayi?
S: Main to kab se aapko hi dekh rahi hoo..
Saying so, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder and settled down right besides him.. her presence seemed to impart some stability to his hands and whatever he was doing because the clay structure on that spinning wheel was taking a definite structure.. her hold on his shoulder tightenend as she grew excited .. seeing how good her husband was at this .. and gently asked him where he learnt all this.. DM looked at her and told her that he learnt this when he was a young boy... and just wanted to see if he could still remember..
Her hand slipped down his shoulder.. on to his arm.. as if delicately guiding him on what to do next.. the smell of the freshly applied nailpolish allured and distracted him, and before he knew it, the small pot that was being formed was on the verge of collapsing, all over again..
In a fraction of a second, she sensed what was going wrong and quickly put her experienced and gentle hands on to the pot and stabilized it.. but what also happened with this was that Santo and DM's hands met .. on that soft and wet clay.. he tried to stop her from ruining her nails but she did not listen.. his quiet protest was met by her hands covering his on the pot and now guiding him how to make the pot hollow from the inside.. her hands had such a soothing effect, he thought.. and surrendered completely to what she was doing and what she wanted him to do..
She realized that he was handling the clay a little too hard and needed to loosen his grip..she held his hands.. and tugged at his fingers a little.. her eyes telling him to relax.. he smiled back at her.. his eyes lost in her.. and realized what she was saying.. it was so true.. at so many levels, he thought.. he had been so inflexible and impossible before she came around.. she had taught him how to live again.. how to change for the ones you loved.. and how to do it so willingly..
He continued to look at her as she completed the pot.. with his hands still in hers.. he enjoyed her touch and kept gazing at the beauty sitting besides him.. as she scooped up the little pot and kept it besides, DM pulled her hand and started making a new pot..now her hands were in his.. and he stroked her hand with his fingers.. all the while giving shape to a new pot... she looked at him surprised..
S: You are a fast learner..
DM laughed throatily and pulling her to himself, placed his chin over her head as his hands continued to envelop hers.. pressing her head with his chin lovingly, he went on to give this new pot a slender neck.. using her little skilled fingers for the area that needed delicacy and working on the broad base himself.. he was so very happy with what he had made.. and so was she.. he picked up the new pot and put it beside them. Santo returned to him with a jug of water and was about to pour it on his hands when he took it from her and held her hands below the stream of water from the jug and washed them clean.. and then following suit as Santo wiped some clay from his face lovingly..
When their hands were clean,
DM pulled her close and kissed her hands passionately..
DM: You and I.. me and you.. we're gonna sculpt our future together.. with the gentle care of your hands.. and the mighty strength of mine
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