"Tumhaari tabiyat theek nahin... tum itni weak thi.. main kitna pareshaan ...aur tum... " stopping mid sentence..looking at her... she looks at him... all affectionate and they share a moment , before she breaks it....
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A moment they shared, his concern, her acknowledgement, evident in the silence…when she says…breaking the stare looking at the container…
"Yeh.. Yeh…"
"Kya hai yeh ….? "
"Ji.. wo aapko peet pe chot lagi toh….."
Looking perplexed… totally lost …
"kya bol rahi ho… ye hai kya… "
"Dawai hai… "
"What ?!?, main nahin khaane waala… ye hari waali….No way…"
Immediately , reassuring him…
"Nahin… khaana nahin hai.. chot par lagalenge.. toh.."
"Dekho.. mujhe chot vot nahin lagi… please….so ye sab…".. looking guilty almost seeing her.. yet wanting to avoid the green paste in what ever way he can….
"dekhiye… laga lenge.. toh, chot jaldi theek hoga.. baba kehte hai… isse chot jaldi theek hoga…chot se khoon nikal raha tha subah.. please laga leegiye.."
Not able to hide the pain … of his wounds on the back…..and looking even more perplexed…
"Baba? Oh.. yeah vaid… yeah right…" almost sounding like he has given in… ready to get rid of the damn pain..
He puts his hand forth , asking for the container , when she says… lowering her eyes..
"aapko shirt utaarni padegi… peet par hai na…"
"Tum mujhe do… main laga loonga…".. "Kahaaan phasaa… main…."
"Par…"
"Do …."
She hands it over, turning around , her back facing him… and he removing his shirt , realizes , he cant do it…and slowly goes to her , her back facing him…
"Uh… yeh.. tumhi…" breaking mid sentence , when she turns around , hands over the container and turns around, his back facing him… when she says… "yeh bhi .. utaarni padegi…" almost suppressing a smile imagining his irritation…, and he raising his hands in irritation and removing his tee, and she immediately… gets to work putting the paste on his wounds.. like she is in a hurry to get it over and done with, while he seems to feel at lot more at ease with the pain reducing ….when she says…
"ji.. ho gaya…"
When he is about to wear his tee, she says…
"Aap ye na pehne.. chot ko khula rehna zaroori, jaldi bharta hai.. "
"Gauri…" irritated now… "main aise nahin ghoom sakta … I can't …"..
"Nahin wo.. sirf yeah.. aap shirt pehen lo…"….
Making a namaste , in irritation.. "Thanks…" , wears his shirt…. and turns around towards the pond… and towards her..
"Tum fresh ho jao… main abhi aata hoon…. Don't you dare go away from here… "
"Par .. aap.."
"Mujhe bhook lagi hai… and I know you are too… so please….", "Aur ye lo… khao…" removing the guava from this pocket trouser, thrusting it to her… Gauri looking surprised…."Eat .. it.. Ghooro mat…" and he storms off…..leaving Gauri standing watching him go.. a smile spreading over her face..…