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He tread like a panther on the prowl and jumped off the railings like on a steeplechase run.
"Where was his Tara?"
The dark smell of rubbish pine stung her nostrils fine mixed with the tangy smells of the wisteria and the orange vines.
She snuck deeper into the musty old rug as she peeped from it's edges to find a pair of Jodhpurs waft by her peripheral vision.
"Oh, NO!" "No, mister, no!" Mrityunjay was not going to find her here. How dare he? How dare he, when he had spent the large part of the day serenading his childhood buddy down the landscaped gardens and trails of the Ekant Park and running off to take pictures of her in the Bhimbetka Rock Shelters, huh!
What did he think? That she was some lameass, silly doozer who would not know when and where she was not wanted! And how lamely, did he ask without meaning it a bit, if she would accompany them?! And how opportunely did he add as though after an afterthought. "ofcourse, it would not interest you Tara, these places are not to your interest." As though he knew what her likes, dislikes, interests are! What a piddi-piddi man he is! Argh!
"Khair chhodo, Tara" Mrityunjay kabhi tumhe nahi samajh payega. She snuggled deeper into the duvet and skunk deeper into the hole and tried to read the Best Traditional Chinese Herbal Recipes by Ghan Zhou Hemeng in the twillight filtering through the crevice in the far corner latticed window. How she wished there was some herb to make MJ realize what an utter doofus he is being to her. Ugh! She hates him!
It was night.
"Where was his Tara?"
~*~
The dark smell of rubbish pine stung her nostrils fine mixed with the tangy smells of the wisteria and the orange vines.
She snuck deeper into the musty old rug as she peeped from it's edges to find a pair of Jodhpurs waft by her peripheral vision.
"Oh, NO!" "No, mister, no!" Mrityunjay was not going to find her here. How dare he? How dare he, when he had spent the large part of the day serenading his childhood buddy down the landscaped gardens and trails of the Ekant Park and running off to take pictures of her in the Bhimbetka Rock Shelters, huh!
What did he think? That she was some lameass, silly doozer who would not know when and where she was not wanted! And how lamely, did he ask without meaning it a bit, if she would accompany them?! And how opportunely did he add as though after an afterthought. "ofcourse, it would not interest you Tara, these places are not to your interest." As though he knew what her likes, dislikes, interests are! What a piddi-piddi man he is! Argh!
"Khair chhodo, Tara" Mrityunjay kabhi tumhe nahi samajh payega. She snuggled deeper into the duvet and skunk deeper into the hole and tried to read the Best Traditional Chinese Herbal Recipes by Ghan Zhou Hemeng in the twillight filtering through the crevice in the far corner latticed window. How she wished there was some herb to make MJ realize what an utter doofus he is being to her. Ugh! She hates him!
It was night.
~*~
What the hell is this? "Josephhh"
MJ's scream almost brought the whole household down literally, so!
"Yesssiirre" [3 bags full]
"Where is Tara madam?"
"Umm...I have no clue sir, did she not come with you?"
"No"
"I saw her coming down the stairs and following you whilst you went out the front door."
"Oh! she never came with us"
Both MJ and Radha shared looks and beffudled glances.
Mj rang Tara's mum who negated Tara being there.
He ran down to the Ujjada Chaman. The dark silhouette of the astabal pushed his tension a few notches higher.
He started to crib under breath, "yeh Tara bhi na, kabhi bhi pareshan karti rehti hain"
Maria looked at him dolefully and neighed in agreement.
As though, horses would talk! Huh! Oh, well! Maria ke paas FIR darz karne ke baad, MJ ka dimag ki batti jali.
No, his Tara would not leave him, she loved him too much. If she could bear all those tortures that he had put her through in the first few weeks and still remained with him, and had given him so much love that had changed the course of his life forever, now would not be a time, she would abandon him, or WOULD SHE?
Oh, god! What did I do? Did I drive her away? Did I drive her away by not letting her know how deeply I feel for her? Or how much she means to me? Or what she means to me? Did I? Did I do the impossible? All those months when he wanted her out of his life just for the sake of her self-preservation, she never lost faith in him, but now, when he is a changed man, and when he desperately wants her in his life and when she is his life, she just vanished into thin air.
His breath caught in his throat. What if, what if while he was trying to make his childhood friend's life better by making her forget her pains, HIS LIFE had just left him or worse still, been attacked? The thought shook his whole being. He raced to the Shakeway Shekawat villa racing and rushed into the library to find the emergency numbers of all the hospitals and to call the police.
MJ's scream almost brought the whole household down literally, so!
"Yesssiirre" [3 bags full]
"Where is Tara madam?"
"Umm...I have no clue sir, did she not come with you?"
"No"
"I saw her coming down the stairs and following you whilst you went out the front door."
"Oh! she never came with us"
Both MJ and Radha shared looks and beffudled glances.
Mj rang Tara's mum who negated Tara being there.
He ran down to the Ujjada Chaman. The dark silhouette of the astabal pushed his tension a few notches higher.
He started to crib under breath, "yeh Tara bhi na, kabhi bhi pareshan karti rehti hain"
Maria looked at him dolefully and neighed in agreement.
As though, horses would talk! Huh! Oh, well! Maria ke paas FIR darz karne ke baad, MJ ka dimag ki batti jali.
No, his Tara would not leave him, she loved him too much. If she could bear all those tortures that he had put her through in the first few weeks and still remained with him, and had given him so much love that had changed the course of his life forever, now would not be a time, she would abandon him, or WOULD SHE?
Oh, god! What did I do? Did I drive her away? Did I drive her away by not letting her know how deeply I feel for her? Or how much she means to me? Or what she means to me? Did I? Did I do the impossible? All those months when he wanted her out of his life just for the sake of her self-preservation, she never lost faith in him, but now, when he is a changed man, and when he desperately wants her in his life and when she is his life, she just vanished into thin air.
His breath caught in his throat. What if, what if while he was trying to make his childhood friend's life better by making her forget her pains, HIS LIFE had just left him or worse still, been attacked? The thought shook his whole being. He raced to the Shakeway Shekawat villa racing and rushed into the library to find the emergency numbers of all the hospitals and to call the police.
~*~
The library was shrouded in the dark and there was a breeze coming in through the open glass windows.
He switched on the table lamp and pulled out the drawer where the Rolodex with the emergency numbers lay. His attention was caught and he was mesmerized by a photograph of Tara's that he had taken in the breaking dawn a few weeks ago, he had caught her unawares and there was before him a sight to behold. She looked like a princess from one of those Russian fairytales that jumped out of some children's storybook. Her eyes had a magical shy light that beckoned to the man in him to assert his right over her. She was all woman in that photograph. Mrityunjay could not take his eyes off the photo as his heart started to slowly burn with longing and desire.
His entranced reverie was brought to a standstill with a murmur of sleepy words, "I hate him."
His stupefied trance turned into wonder as he sat down on his haunches, to find a sleepy Tara stuck deep in the folds of a dark duvet right at the foot of the Antique Grand Piano, away from prying eyes, tucked under it, deep in sleep and murmuring profanities at him in her sleep. His eyes could not hide the joy nor could his lips stop themselves from opening in a broad mischievous grin as he scooped her up in his broad arms.
Tara shrieked in fright, "Mrityunjaaayyyaaa"
MJ's hoots, peals of laughter and deep-throated chuckles, guffaws, broke the still of the night as the chipmunks scooted into the underbrush.
He switched on the table lamp and pulled out the drawer where the Rolodex with the emergency numbers lay. His attention was caught and he was mesmerized by a photograph of Tara's that he had taken in the breaking dawn a few weeks ago, he had caught her unawares and there was before him a sight to behold. She looked like a princess from one of those Russian fairytales that jumped out of some children's storybook. Her eyes had a magical shy light that beckoned to the man in him to assert his right over her. She was all woman in that photograph. Mrityunjay could not take his eyes off the photo as his heart started to slowly burn with longing and desire.
His entranced reverie was brought to a standstill with a murmur of sleepy words, "I hate him."
His stupefied trance turned into wonder as he sat down on his haunches, to find a sleepy Tara stuck deep in the folds of a dark duvet right at the foot of the Antique Grand Piano, away from prying eyes, tucked under it, deep in sleep and murmuring profanities at him in her sleep. His eyes could not hide the joy nor could his lips stop themselves from opening in a broad mischievous grin as he scooped her up in his broad arms.
Tara shrieked in fright, "Mrityunjaaayyyaaa"
MJ's hoots, peals of laughter and deep-throated chuckles, guffaws, broke the still of the night as the chipmunks scooted into the underbrush.
~*~
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