Rishbala SS: Balika Bodhu_Chap14..Pg 69 - Page 7

Originally posted by: war_is_peace

yayyy! i downloaded the song 😳 😎

Originally posted by: mimibm

Lovely dear...let me know if you need translation of the lyrics as well 😆

Originally posted by: srik1

Very interesting and fresh. Feels good to imagine a younger innocent clumsy Madhu and dashing Rishab. One request...please update frequently and send PM.

Originally posted by: aDarkAngel

Oh Mimi.. It's too captivating.. Sorry am recommending so late but the moment I read it it felt so attractive and pure😳!!

Oh thanks to you that I got so intrigued that I even went in search of the story 'Samapthi' in Hndi it didn't get it hehe!! Anyway that intrigued me even more to read the story..so now I am just waiting here for you to update...I love those stories where the love is in budding state 😳!! I have loved Balika vahu movie for that reason and madhuri's abodh..

Mimi pls continue soon Mimi...and give us a longer update..I can already feel that Rishabh is smitten by this " gaon ki gori n chori' ☺️

Originally posted by: moumita.madhu

I am in love! Waiting eagerly for the next update!

Padmini wiped her tears with the end of her saree. She had always known that God was not with her; every time happiness knocked at her door, something ominous would follow. But seeing her childhood friend with her godly son at her doorstep had persuaded her that this time everything would be all right, her daughter would be married to the most coveted family of Kolkata and live her life like a queen. "Don't cry Padmini, I am feeling very sad for you. But try to understand, Madhu and Rishu are no match at all. Moreover she is so restless, how she will take care of our huge household?" asked Radha while trying to console her. Padmini nodded her head and said, "Madhu's father fell sick when Madhu was very young. I was always busy nursing him, so could not give her proper time and attention. She was literally brought up in the neighbouring houses, and that's why I failed to teach her the lady-like manners." "I will help you Padmini. I will send you money and look for a suitable groom for her in Kolkata." "Thanks Radha. But I think you will not be able to leave tomorrow morning, as due to the heavy rain all evening the boat service has been stopped for a day or two. Take rest here till the weather improves" said Padmini. Radha thought about the swaying boat crashing against the huge waves. "No problem Padmini, I guess it would be better if we stay back for a couple more days."

Rishabh sat on the kitchen floor while Padmini served his dinner in a big round brass plate, surrounded by 5-6 smaller bowls full of varieties of vegetable and fish delicacies. Radha sat at a distance talking to one old lady from the neighbour's house. "Madhu, go and bring the bowl of dal for Rishabh," ordered Padmini. Madhu was being glared upon and ridiculed by her mother since late afternoon, the cause of which was completely unknown to her. Something related to these guests from the city was amiss, but she had no clue what it was. She followed her mother's instruction and fetched the bowl from the oven (the earthen one, chulha/unoon). The bowl was too hot for her little hands so by the time she brought it in front of Rishabh, it was quite unbearable and while placing it some of the dal spilt over on Rishabh's hand. Madhu's face fell in fear and she closed her eyes. Luckily Padmini was talking to Radha and did not see her callousness. Madhu was expecting a sharp pinch or a blow on her head from her mother but after waiting for few seconds when nothing like that happened, she opened her eyes slowly. "Kichchu hoyeni (nothing happened)," whispered Rishabh and gave an assuring smile to her. Madhu jumped up and ran out of the kitchen.

"Did you enjoy the meal my son?" asked Padmini as she was clearing the plate and the bowls. "Yes Mashima (aunty), every item was delectable," said Rishabh while relishing the bowl of kheer and smiling. His eyes spotted a nimble figure playing hide and seek from behind the kitchen door with him. He wondered what could be the reason that a racy girl like Madhu was being so shy to come in front of him. As he went out of the kitchen to wash his hand Madhu came near with a lota of water and started pouring on his hands. "Aaah!" exclaimed Rishabh with a grimace as the water touched the skin where the dal was spilt. "Is it still burning?" asked Madhu in panic. Rishabh's face broke in a wide smile, and said, "Not at all. I was joking." Madhu looked at him with wide eyes and fled away to the room.

Next morning the clouds were darker and pouring down more heavily. Madhu was most upset in the house with this heavy downpour. Had it been any other day, she would have wreaked havoc in the mango gardens with her gang. But her mother's strict instruction to behave these two days made her feel like being imprisoned for life. By the afternoon, the rain lessened. Rishabh was sleeping in the smaller room while Radha and Padmini were taking rest in the bigger room. Suddenly Rishabh felt something hard falling on his face and he jolted up. "Madhu didi? Where are you? Won't you come with us today?" whispered a voice from outside the window. Rishabh found that hard object to be nothing but a small unripe mango which was thrown on him thinking him to be Madhu. As he approached the window he saw the same little boy with whom Madhu was fighting the day before. "Eh Poltu, what are you doing here? I can't go today. Ma has prohibited me. Go from here," replied Madhu in a low voice from behind Rishabh. She had heard Poltu calling her name, and fearing Padmini might hear him, she sneaked in Rishabh's room to shoo him off. Rishabh felt bad for her. "You go, I won't tell Mashima," said Rishabh. Madhu's mouth gaped wide in amazement. This urban man was very strange in his ways, very unlike to the boys of her village. "Joldi didi, we will be back soon," said Poltu excitedly. As Madhu hurried towards the exit Rishabh held her hand, and said, "You will have to bring two mangoes for me too, otherwise I will tell your Ma." "Thik ache (OK)," said Madhu and ran away.

"Where is this girl? Oh god, why does she have to be so adamant all the time?" exclaimed Padmini as she found Madhu missing. Rishabh could not do anything to save her, as it was more than an hour that she was gone and both their mothers had woken up from their siesta. Then he thought of diverting their mind a little. "Mashima, this village looks very beautiful. Can I go for a walk around? I won't go much far," he said. "But son, you do not know the directions here, you will get lost," said Padmini. "Let him go, he must be bored sitting inside all the day. But Rishu be careful. Don't go very far," said Radha. Padmini gave an old dhoti of Madhu's father to Rishabh as it was so muddy everywhere, his clothes would get dirty and it would be difficult to wash and dry them in this weather. While going out Rishabh felt good that all this fuss diverted their minds from Madhu.

The rural beauty of Bengal was really mesmerizing. The strikingly lush greenery filled up the landscape, and faded gradually into the dark blue sky, which was interspersed with the grey clouds, reduced and tamed by the ceaseless downpour from the morning. An earthy smell filled the air and Rishabh felt intoxicated by its purity. He carefully stepped on the muddy path and roamed about the lanes of the village. He was passing by a huge garden when he heard a familiar voice bickering with someone. He followed the noise and soon found Madhu threatening the same little boy, with her hands on her hip, and big rounded eyes. "I told you I will not climb the tree today, else Ma will break my bones I swear," warned Madhu. "But didi, these mangoes are the best in the village. If you do not get them today, other boys will come and get them all," whined Poltu. "May I help you?" suggested Rishabh. Madhu was shocked to see him there. "Will you climb the tree?" asked Poltu. Rishabh scrutinized the tree and said, "I won't have to climb. I can hold you up and you can pick the mangoes from the branch directly." Before Madhu could say anything she saw Poltu lifting his hands up, signaling Rishabh to hold him up. Poltu managed to pick 3-4 mangoes from the nearest branch as Rishabh hoisted him up. But there was another branch with more mangoes, riper and juicier, which was just beyond his reach. Being greedy as always, Poltu suggested Rishabh to hoist up Madhu instead of him, as Madhu was few inches taller than him. Madhu, ignorant of the outcome, agreed to the suggestion and lifted her hands up in front of Rishabh. Rishabh hesitated for a moment, then wrapped his hands around her waist and hauled her up. Madhu grabbed his shirt around the shoulder to keep her balance. As she tried to reach to the mangoes, her bosom kept on touching Rishabh and both of them felt a strange sensation passing through their inner self. After few attempts, she succeeded in amassing quite a considerable number of mangoes and decided to annul the attempt for the day. While Rishabh hauled her down on the ground, their faces crossed very close, and for the first time Madhu shivered realizing their proximity. Their eyes locked for a never ending moment which was interrupted by an excited voice of Poltu, "Didi, I am taking my share and going home. It's already too late," and he fled off. Both Rishabh and Madhu felt very awkward at this unintended privacy they were offered and decided to head back home before it was too late.

On their way back home, Madhu took Rishabh along a shortcut through the mango garden. Madhu's hands were full of the mangoes and suddenly when her step slipped on a puddle of muddy water, she could not keep her balance and almost fell on her face. Rishabh hugged her from behind and prevented the fall. Madhu's breath stopped feeling him so close, yet again, as his uneven breath on her nape sent a chill through her spine. They stood there for some time, both bewildered by the strange things happening between them. Suddenly a sharp bird cry brought them back in senses. Madhu freed herself from his clutch and ran towards the end of the garden without looking back.