A mega pre-cap is what this is...😆
(I couldn't get Aditi's pic in the sari. Of course, ignore all the jewels the sari model is wearing)
"I have to say, you remind me of Shanta bai who used to help out at home when I was a kid...but you do look prettier than she was..."
"Awh..." Her mouth rounded, her eyes narrowed with a customary scowl that he always seemed to demand a bit too often these days, "This is traditional marathi attire for household functions. You better get used to it...and not be reminded of Shanta bai any more than necessary..."
"And what kind of Kurta is this? Brings to my memory the gaudy digital prints that mom used to stitch up as curtains for the windows..."
He rolled his eyes at her.
She darted her eyes up and down his form and said, "Go, change..." Turning him around, she pushed him in the direction of his closet.
As he stood by his cupboard and racked through his other kurta sets, the real memories, his bad choice in traditional wear had evoked, came back to her mind: it was about Aditya; her first crush; her neighbor from her school days and many years elder too. Aditya, had moved out of Mumbai after he'd married a Delhi dame and they'd never remained in touch after that. However, the hours she'd secretly dreamt of wedded bliss with him, as they scream at each other in marathi and went about their day as another normal couple would, had remained with her over the years.
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"Aai...please..." She covered her hand that held the box and drew it to her.
"Nei...re...This belongs to you. Your grandmother passed it to me and now, I'm doing my job. Here Gaurav...", Once again, she raised the box to his eyes level, "Why don't you put this on her. Its every blue marathi mulgi's symbol of conjugal bliss, if nothing its a open declaration of her marital status..."
Even, as she watched him pick up the nath, her mother was summoned by the hundred other kids waiting for her to come and distribute their parting gifts.
They were alone in her room and with its shutters partly closed, only a few evening beams petered in giving the room a faint golden hue from the setting sun. The still air, felt coerced by a gentle breeze and ruffled her hair that she'd bunched up on one shoulder.
Her eyes gave away none of her thoughts - that her grandmother's nath had been a fancied object of her childhood days; "I will give it for your shaadi re", she heard a frail woman's voice in her head then and her eyes closed as she slumped down on the window sill.
Taking a step towards her, he hooked a finger below her chin and raised her face to him. She had her eyes lowered as he parted the pin and let it slide up her left nostril. When his hand fell to it his side, it came to rest over the tip of her fingers that she'd placed upturned on her lap and in that moment set in the same familiar ascending conflict she always felt within her.
Her finger moved over his and she watched it twist itself around his in small deliberate movements as her other fingers felt taken, drawn into a slow wheedling; as though quiet words were being spoken between them while they threaded with his fingers and came apart.
"Please...Aurav..." Her eyes drifted to him, "Hold m...
Before the words could come to her, she felt him tug at her hand. She was on her feet as if she no longer had control over her actions and that she was a mere echo to his stimulus when his fingers let hers go after having stilled and held them in place for the briefest second. Ever so slowly, she moved close to him, her eyes in a wet glaze as she rounded her arms around his neck. His hand was sure in their grasp as it circled her waist and his other hand weaved into her hair, curving over her nape.
"Its ok...", he whispered, "She doesn't know..."
And she closed her eyes, shifting all of her weight onto him, as though burying herself into him was the only choice she had in life, enclosing herself in his warmth that emanated in his hold, taking in the comfort that came from the rustle of his fingers over her body, in his shushing her when she heaved from a silent sob and when at times she had her forehead pressed into his shoulder, feeling the minutiae of his thumb caress her waist in that delicate moment she had her vulnerability for him to see, while she wished for unfeeling to come into being.
Edited by 6th.Element - 13 years ago
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