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Chapter 3 Scene 3
[Cut to Gupta House a couple of days later]
It's late in the morning. Buaji, Garima, Payal and Khushi are all sitting in the living room watching television. In the middle of the news bulletin, an advertisement comes up announcing that there was to be a medical camp set up in Lucknow commencing in the next few days inviting all the prominent doctors from across the country for a week long free consultation as part of the World Health Week celebrations. Buaji looks at Garima excitedly.
"Arre Nandkishore! Dekho Garima, Lucknow mein chikitsa camp lag raha hai. Tumhe Sashi babua ko le jana chahiye," she prompts emphatically. Garima looks at the television doubtfully.
"Pata nai jeeji. Shayad abhi sahi waqt nahin hai," she replies trying to hint about Khushi and Payal's stay. Khushi immediately understands what she's trying to say.
"Amma, aise camp roz roz nahin lagte. Aur fir ye to muft mein check up ho jayega," Khushi reasons with Garima. Payal joins in.
"Haan Amma. Aur waise bhi hum to hain na yahan Khushi ke saath. Aapko bauji ko Lucknow lekar jana chahiye."
"Tum ho yahan matlab?" Khushi retorts to Payal indignantly. "Hum bache hain kya jeeji? Aapko itni chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Waise bhi Jeejaji aapki yaad mein sukh ke aadhe ho gaye honge," she winks mischievously at her. Payal blushes.
Buaji guffaws in laughter as Payal taps Khushi's arm embarrassedly. "Tum bhi na Khushi, kuch bhi kehti ho," she smiles.
"Ye lo, bhalai ka to zamana hi nahin raha," Khushi continues playfully. "Achha chalo theek hai. Tum jeejaji ko yaad kar aadhi ho gai ho, khush?" Seeing Buaji's infectious laughter, Khushi and Payal also join in.
Garima looks at them and smiles sadly. This is how she always wanted her daughters to be ' happy, laughing and cheerful. She stands up and caresses Khushi's cheek. Still laughing, Khushi looks at her.
"Achha theek hai, hum Lucknow jaane ke liye ticket ka intezaam karte hain," Garima concedes. Khushi smiles.
"Jeeji, tum bhi jeeja ko bata do ki tum kuch dino mein ghar wapis aa rahi ho," Khushi pushes Payal towards the landline.
The doorbell and the telephone ring together. Khushi goes to open the door and Payal picks up the receiver. It's Arnav's driver Mohan standing at the doorstep with a small suitcase and Khushi's black travelling bag.
"Khushi Madam, Anjali ji ne aapka kuch samaan bhijwaya hai," Mohan explains. Khushi stares at the luggage.
"Shukriya Mohanji." Mohan touches his cap in a salute and leaves. Payal is still talking on the phone.
"Haan Di, Khushi yahin hai. Hum phone dete hain usko, ek minute," Payal beckons Khushi to the phone.
"Namaste Di," Khushi greets Anjali.
"Khushiji, aapka kuch samaan jo aapke kamre mein tha, Chotey ne kaha ki aapne wapis mangwaya hai?" Anjali explains awkwardly.
"Ji?" Khushi wonders in the short span of 5 days, when they hadn't spoken since Arnav's outburst, when had she mentioned she wanted her old clothes back. Then she understood, it must have been his doing. "Haanji, humne hi mangwaya tha Di, shukriya. Mohanji abhi abhi samaan de kar gaye hain."
"Ohh, achha," Anjali pauses for a minute, unsure of what to say next. When Khushi doesn't prompt her, she gives up. "Acha to Khushiji, hum phone rakhte hain."
"Namaste Anjali ji," Khushi repeats and puts the receiver down. Her eyes stray to her bags standing mutely at the entrance of her house. To Mr. Raizada, humne apna samaan wapis mangwaya hai? she mutters to herself irritatedly.
[Cut to Raizada Mansion, Arnav's room later that evening]
Arnav is standing in front of his closet, browsing through his clothes trying to find a pair of his old track pants. Suddenly his hands pause between the clothes and his body stills in surprise. His fingers stop at a white coloured embroidered material. It was sandwiched between his suits and so was easily hidden amongst the greys and blacks that filled up his wardrobe. As long as he remembers, he keeps all his Kurta Pajama's neatly folded in the second shelf. He curiously extracts the dress by the hangar and his heart stops beating for a moment.
It wasn't his Kurta; it was a salwar suit - creamish white, heavy with Lucknow chickankari handwork and lined with a red zari work. He could remember the suit any day as he had seen it been worn many times. He ran his fingers gingerly on its embroidery. Then he brought it to his nose and took a deep breath. A beautiful scent filled his senses and he closed his eyes drenching himself in it.
Khushi...
"Chotey?" comes Anjali's voice from right behind him. Arnav's eyes snap open and his body goes rigid. He quickly distances the suit from his nose least his Di catches him sniffing at it.
"Kya kar rahe ho?" Anjali gingerly places a tray on the coffee table with a glass of milk on it. Her eyes fall on Arnav's hands, holding the suit. Anjali recognises it instantly. She looks back at Arnav's face which now bears a look of disgust.
"Ye kya hai Di?" he says in an irritated voice and flings the suit across the room. It falls in a heap near Anjali's feet. She picks it up and looks at Arnav enquringly.
"Kya hua chotey?"
"Maine kaha tha na ki mujhe Khushi ki koi bhi cheej iss closet mein nahin chahiye. To fir ye kya hai?" his voice increases. Anjali stands quietly watching his agitated demeanor. She picks up the suit.
"Baaki kapde nikalte waqt, shayad humse ye suit chhoot gaya," Anjali replies and carefully lays it on his recliner. Arnav's eyes drift to it for the briefest of moment; his eyes bearing a pained look. Just before Di can turn to face him, he looks away with his back to her.
Anjali turns him around forcing him to face her. "Tumhe Khushi ki cheejon ko apne almaari se nikaal dene ki sach mein itni jaldi padi thi, Chotey?" Anger flashes in his eyes.
"Jab usse mujhse shaadi nahin karni aur mujhse relation nahin rakhna, then I'm not interested either Di," Arnav says in a clipped tone, looking everywhere but at his sister.
Anjali squeezes his shoulder. "Apna jhooth mooth ka gussa humein mat dikhao, Chotey. Baki duniya ko tum dhoka de sakte ho, apni Di ko nahin." Arnav closes his eyes.
"Mujhe nahin pata aap kya keh rahe ho Di," words rush out of his mouth and he quickly walks out of his room without looking at her. Anjali watches him leave and sighs again, wondering how she can get his brother out of this misery.
[Cut to Gupta House, Khushi's room]
Khushi is again sitting on the floor, unpacking the last of her clothes out of the suitcase which has been sent from Raizada Mansion that morning. Payal is helping her. Khushi's chatting nineteen to a dozen as she keeps reminding Payal to pick up her knick knacks from around the house. Payal understands that she's just trying to be extra energetic to hide her sadness. She walks to Khushi and grabs her arm.
"Khushi, tum sach mein chahti ho hum ghar wapis laut jayein?" Payal asks her.
"Haan jeeji!" Khushi replies.
"Par humein tumhe chod ke jane ka bilkul bhi mann nahin hai," Payal mumbles.
"Hum akele kahan honge jeeji? Yahan Bua ji hain. Paas ki Vimala aunty hain, Happy Singh ji hain. Hum is ghar mein kitne samay se rahe hain. Tum chinta na karo," Khushi reassures Payal. "Achha tumne Aakashji se baat to kar li na?"
Payal smiles at her. "Haan aaj din mein baat kar li thi. Woh bahut khush lag rahe the," she adds shyly. Khushi pounces on the chance.
"Haan haan khush kyun nahin lagenge. Unki pyari biwi jo unke paas wapis aane wali hain," she teases Payal who blushes. Both sisters continue their chit chat and discuss excitedly about the impending Medical camp of Lucknow where their parents were headed.
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Chapter 3 Scene 3
[Cut to Gupta House a couple of days later]
It's late in the morning. Buaji, Garima, Payal and Khushi are all sitting in the living room watching television. In the middle of the news bulletin, an advertisement comes up announcing that there was to be a medical camp set up in Lucknow commencing in the next few days inviting all the prominent doctors from across the country for a week long free consultation as part of the World Health Week celebrations. Buaji looks at Garima excitedly.
"Nandkishore! See Garima, a medical camp is being organised in Lucknow. You should take Shashi with you," she prompts emphatically. Garima looks at the television doubtfully.
"I don't know, jeeji. Now doesn't seem like the right time," she replies trying to hint about Khushi and Payal's stay. Khushi immediately understands what she's trying to say.
"Amma, such camps aren't put up every other day. Moreover, this is a free consultation," Khushi reasons with Garima. Payal joins in.
"Yes Amma. And in any case, I'm here with Khushi. You should take father to Lucknow."
"What do you mean, you're here?" Khushi retorts to Payal indignantly. "Am I small kid Jeeji? You don't need to worry so much about me. In any case, Jeejaji must have shrunk to half his size pining for you," she winks mischievously at her. Payal blushes.
Buaji guffaws in laughter as Payal taps Khushi's arm embarrassedly. "Stop it Khushi," she smiles.
"A person can't even think well for another these days," Khushi continues playfully. "Ok fine. You've shrunk to half your size missing Jeeja ji, happy?" Seeing Buaji's infectious laughter, Khushi and Payal also join in.
Garima looks at them and smiles sadly. This is how she always wanted her daughters to be ' happy, laughing and cheerful. She stands up and caresses Khushi's cheek. Still laughing, Khushi looks at her.
"Ok fine. I'll arrange the tickets for us to go to Lucknow," Garima concedes. Khushi smiles.
"Jeeji, you also tell Jeejaji that you'll be returning home in a couple of days," Khushi pushes Payal towards the landline.
The doorbell and the telephone ring together. Khushi goes to open the door and Payal picks up the receiver. It's Arnav's driver Mohan standing at the doorstep with a small suitcase and Khushi's black travelling bag.
"Khushi Madam, Anjali ji has sent some of your belongings," Mohan explains. Khushi stares at the luggage.
"Thank you Mohanji." Mohan touches his cap in a salute and leaves. Payal is still talking on the phone.
"Yes Di, Khushi is here. One moment, I'll hand the phone over to her," Payal beckons Khushi to the phone.
"Namaste Di," Khushi greets Anjali.
"Khushiji, some of your things which were in your room, Chotey told me you've asked it to be returned to you?" Anjali explains awkwardly.
"I'm sorry?" Khushi wonders in the short span of 5 days, when they hadn't spoken since Arnav's outburst, when had she mentioned she wanted her old clothes back. Then she understood, it must have been his doing. "Oh right, yes I'd asked for it to ber returned Di. Thank you very much. Mohanji has just delivered my bags."
"Ohh, alright," Anjali pauses for a minute, unsure of what to say next. When Khushi doesn't prompt her, she gives up. "Okay Khushiji, I'll beg your leave."
"Namaste Anjali ji," Khushi repeats and puts the receiver down. Her eyes stray to her bags standing mutely at the entrance of her house. So Mr. Raizada, I asked for my things to be returned huh? she mutters to herself irritatedly.
[Cut to Raizada Mansion, Arnav's room later that evening]
Arnav is standing in front of his closet, browsing through his clothes trying to find a pair of his old track pants. Suddenly his hands pause between the clothes and his body stills in surprise. His fingers stop at a white coloured embroidered material. It was sandwiched between his suits and so was easily hidden amongst the greys and blacks that filled up his wardrobe. As long as he remembers, he keeps all his Kurta Pajama's neatly folded in the second shelf. He curiously extracts the dress by the hangar and his heart stops beating for a moment.
It wasn't his Kurta; it was a salwar suit - creamish white, heavy with Lucknow chickankari handwork and lined with a red zari work. He could remember the suit any day as he had seen it been worn many times. He ran his fingers gingerly on its embroidery. Then he brought it to his nose and took a deep breath. A beautiful scent filled his senses and he closed his eyes drenching himself in it.
Khushi...
"Chotey?" comes Anjali's voice from right behind him. Arnav's eyes snap open and his body goes rigid. He quickly distances the suit from his nose least his Di catches him sniffing at it.
"What are you doing?" Anjali gingerly places a tray on the coffee table with a glass of milk on it. Her eyes fall on Arnav's hands, holding the suit. Anjali recognises it instantly. She looks back at Arnav's face which now bears a look of disgust.
"What is this, Di?" he says in an irritated voice and flings the suit across the room. It falls in a heap near Anjali's feet. She picks it up and looks at Arnav enquringly.
"what happened chotey?"
"I said that I don't want anything of Khushi's in this closet. What is this then?" his voice increases. Anjali stands quietly watching his agitated demeanor. She picks up the suit.
"I guess while removing other clothes, I missed this one Chotey," Anjali replies and carefully lays it on his recliner. Arnav's eyes drift to it for the briefest of moment; his eyes bearing a pained look. Just before Di can turn to face him, he looks away with his back to her.
Anjali turns him around forcing him to face her. "Were you really in such haste to throw away Khushiji's things from your closet, Chotey?" Anger flashes in his eyes.
"If she doesn't want to marry me or have a relation with me, then I'm not interested either Di," Arnav says in a clipped tone, looking everywhere but at his sister.
Anjali squeezes his shoulder. "Don't show this fake anger to me. You can fool the rest of the world but not your Di." Arnav closes his eyes.
"I don't know what you are talking about Di," words rush out of his mouth and he quickly walks out of his room without looking at her. Anjali watches him leave and sighs again, wondering how she can get his brother out of this misery.
[Cut to Gupta House, Khushi's room]
Khushi is again sitting on the floor, unpacking the last of her clothes out of the suitcase which has been sent from Raizada Mansion that morning. Payal is helping her. Khushi's chatting nineteen to a dozen as she keeps reminding Payal to pick up her knick knacks from around the house. Payal understands that she's just trying to be extra energetic to hide her sadness. She walks to Khushi and grabs her arm.
"Khushi, you really want that I should return to Raizada House?" Payal asks her.
"Yes jeeji!" Khushi replies.
"But I don't feel like leaving you here alone at all," Payal mumbles.
"How am I alone jeeji? I have buaji here. There's Vimala aunty closeby, and Happy Singh ji too. I've been living in this house for such a long time. Don't worry," Khushi reassures Payal. "Hey, you did speak to Aakashji right?"
Payal smiles at her. "Yes I've spoken to him during the daytime. He seemed happy," she adds shyly. Khushi pounces on the chance.
"Yes of course, why wouldn't he seem happy. After all his sweetheart is returning home," she teases Payal who blushes. Both sisters continue their chit chat and discuss excitedly about the impending Medical camp of Lucknow where their parents were headed.
~ End of chapter 3
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Edited by smitzy - 12 years ago
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