Chapter 5
1:00am
A sumptuous dinner at Paradise followed by unlimited gossiping in Jodha's bedroom, the three friends succumbed to deep slumber after the clock struck twelve.
"Mein pareshan pareshan pareshan" Jodha's ringtone buzzed for second time forcing her to wake up. Stretching her arm reaching out to mobile, she blinked her eyes trying to focus on the screen that was flashing "Daddy".
"Haa Papa kahiye, kaha tak pahunch gaye aap?" her voice sounded heavy in sleep.
"Madam, who is speaking there? This is Dornakal station constable calling. Kya AP 28 CG 2556 aapki gaadi hain?
Switching the lights on, she rubbed her eyes and glanced at the mobile once again to confirm the caller name. "Daddy" the screen confirmed her doubts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get you. Who is speaking? This is my dad's mobile, how did you get it?" Jodha inquired straining her ears against the honks and vehicle speeding sounds from the other end.
"Madam, I'm constable from Dornakal station. May I know who is speaking? Is AP 28 CG 2556 your car?" the constable retaliated in patience.
"Yes, it is! Why, what happened to it? Are my parents around? Can you pass on the phone to my father once?"
"Madam, aap zara shanti se suniye! Your father's car met with an accident on Warangal highway, near Dornakal. Some passersby informed us about this accident. We reached the spot 10 minutes ago, we found this mobile in your car. This was the last dialed number, hence we called you. So, are these your parents in this car? Do you have any elders at home? I prefer talking to them."
"Accident!!" her mind stopped perceiving beyond that, the rest of constable's banter fell deaf on her ears "Accident!" she gasped heavily trying to sink in his words while her subconscious psyche prayed silently for their safety. " How are my parents? Are they fine? Are they conscious? Can you make me talk with them once?" she asked in a jiff suppressing the tears that welled in her eyes.
"Madam, actually they aren't conscious, can you give the phone to some else nearby? I'll explain them the situation."
"Hosh mein nahin hain? Then what the hell are you doing standing there, call for an ambulance immediately. Are they badly injured? Was it a major accident?" unable to resist the delay she screamed at him, but when reality hit her, she toned down her voice resorting to nearly begging, "Please, I beg you, please take them to the hospital immediately. I'm starting right away, Priya, Samyu get up, we need to go, samyu, priya utho" wiping the tears rolling down her cheeks, she shook them hard making them wake up with a startle.
"What happened Jo?" Stressing their eyes to focus on their worried pal's face, they inquired in unison, but before she could answer them, the constable voice echoed once again from the other end.
"Madam, please don't panic. We called the ambulance and our sub inspector is also coming. You please pass on the phone to anyone else, I need to talk to them urgently", the constable shrieked loud to make him audible against the resonating honks on the highway.
"Why are you insisting me to give phone to someone else? Whatever the matter is, please tell me. You are increasing my tension with your words", grasping the phone tight she pleaded the constable, while Samyu and Priya stared at her puzzled.
Being unsure of the recipient's maturity to deal with the debacle, the constable hesitated for a minute, but having left with no choice, he finally broke the news in a much feeble tone. "Madam this is a major accident, looks like some heavy vehicle had hit the car hard from the rear. I'm sorry to say this, but I can't hide from you any more, jara sambhaliye apne aap ko, your parents are no more madam. They died on the spot."
That's it! That was the end to all her hopes, to all her silent prayers, to her incoherent mind-chants "No worse again!" The world hasn't turned upside down; she neither fainted nor yowled, to that point, even the mobile didn't flip off her hands. She froze at her place, nothing beyond benumb staring blank. She seemed dead, if not, for the involuntary tears rolling down her cheeks and for the thin heart beat that hinted her existence.
"Madam, are you there? Do you hear me?" having heard no response from the other end, the constable inquired in concern.
"Jodha say something? What happened? Who is on the phone?" scared by the frozen form of her friend, Samyu shook her vigorously, which made the mobile slip of her hands. Seizing the phone immediately, Priya turned the speaker on and eagerly questioned the caller, "Hello, hello, This is Jodha's friend here. May I know who is speaking?" The constable calmly recited the incident yet again, leaving the young ladies flabbergasted. Empathizing with the young ladies, the constable offered his sincere advice, "Madam, it's better you inform this to some gents now. Are there any other elders at home? Does she have any brothers? If so please call and tell them to come to Dornakal station." Ignorant to the acerbity of his suggestion, the constable had put down the phone there after.
"Any elders at home? Does she have any brothers?" these questions reverberated in her numb mind, exhuming the long-ago-buried-wound in those deep layers of her heart. "Elders! Brothers!" she murmured low, "yes, where is my brother? Gautam, where are you? Who are my elders now? Mamma? Papa? Bhaiyya? Who am I left with? Where is my family?" a surge of emotions swirled in her mind there by breaking her down completely; "Bhaiyyaaa!" yelping out loud in pain, she crashed down sobbing terribly when two pairs of hands embraced her in solace.
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20 days later
"Please listen to us Jodha. How can we live in peace leaving you all alone here? Even if you are not opening your mouth, let me decide on your behalf that you are coming with us to Bangalore. You are notifying this in your office next Monday; you either resign or seek a transfer, it is your wish, but I'm not going to leave for Bangalore without you. That's final," binding Jodha's hand with hers, Mrs Prameela avowed her decision profoundly gazing at a numb Jodha. It was twenty days after that fatal incident, the final rituals of her parents were done on the tenth day, the police too closed the case after basic formalities; thanks to her bade papa who tackled the legal proceedings relieving Jodha from the rile inquiries of the police. With all relatives being left after the rituals, bade papa, badi ammi, Jodha's maternal grandparents, Samyu's family and Rao's family gathered that evening in Jodha's home to discuss on her future abode.
Flipping her eyes off from the mobile screen, she stared blank at her badi ammi. Her ears were functioning normal; her brain is garnering the essence of their conversation, but she couldn't participate in the discussion as her throat is engaged differently altogether. While her eyes were engrossed gazing the mobile wallpaper that hosted the last reminisce of her parents; her throat was busy gulping down the lumps forming every often.
"Why are you silent Jodha? Answer me!" shaking Jodha's hand resting in her clasp, Prameela broke her tranquility, bringing her out of the stupor. She then swiftly rolled her eyes at the gathering that is earnestly waiting for her to speak up. Clearing her throat, she finally opened up in a low but firm tone. "Peddamma, I understand your concern, I must say I'm blessed that I own all your love and care. But please, please don't force me to come to Bangalore. Though mamma, papa are not physically existent here, I have their memories in this home. Every single object in this home bonds me with them and I don't want to distance myself from these memories. I know it is going to be tough adjusting to this life, but I want to give it a try. Look at this picture", showing that last photo with her parents to her badi ammi, Jodha continued, "The first time I looked at it after the accident, I cried terribly. I cried and cried for the second, the third and the tenth time as well. Now, after watching this nearly a thousand times in these 20 days, see my eyes shed no more tears. I don't say I have no pain, but it wasn't as severe as it was on first day. Likewise, I know it'll be very hurting to live alone, but please allow me to deal with this. Moreover, I'm not all alone here. I have Rao uncle, laksmi aunty just next to me, Samyu, aunty and uncle are always there for me, so please don't worry about my safety. You know what," exhaling deep to muster the courage to utter further words, Jodha continued as she recollected her father's counseling after Gautam's demise. "Mamma, papa will be happy if I come with you, but they'll be proud if l live here and manage on my own. After all, they always aspired me to be strong, no matter what comes."
This explanation nearly dumbfounded every one assembled in that hall turning their hearts heavy and eyes moist. Looking proud at her bestie, Samyu wiped off her tears, caressing Jodha's hand she addressed bade papa, "Yes uncle, I support Jo in this decision. We promise we'll take good care of her." then turning to her pal with a mild smile, she winked and said "But Jo you have amend this plan a little for my sake", looking deep into her eyes she continued "I'm going to be a troublesome tenant for you starting tomorrow. Be prepared to bare me 16 hours a day". That impish threatening succeeded in plastering a faint smile on Jodha's lips. "But.." before she could cater her objections, Samyu's palm shut her mouth saying, "I'm not going to yield to any of your protests. You better drop off that idea. Mamma, papa I hope you both accept my decision", taking her hand off, Samyu looked at her parents seeking for an approval. "Of course Samyu, we have no issues in you staying here. I have one more idea, weekdays at this home and weekends at our home. What say girls?" trying to cheer up a sullen Jodha, Sasi instantly supported her daughter's decision. Moved by their friendship, Krishna also nodded in approval gazing affectionately at the duo. "Yes Prameela ji, you don't worry about Jodha. We all are here. We'll take good care of her," Mr Rao and Lakshmi too proclaimed in assurance, subsiding the worries of Prameela and Saradhi. Their affection turned Jodha speechless, reminding her of the good old days when the three families partied, picnicked and had great fun. Swilling down the lumps refilling her throat, she murmured low. "I'll just be back", and proceeded to her room as she feared breaking down before them.
Quietly glaring at the retreating young lady, Jodha's grand maa sighed. "Saradhi babu, for time being let's accept Jodha's decision. I'll continue living here, we can think of a permanent solution to this later. We being so elderly are unable to get along this; she is too young to cope up such despair. She needs more time to sync into reality." Everyone in the room remained silent to these words, getting lost into their own thoughts.
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Jan 2nd 2014
Thanks to you dears for all your genuine concern and care for me. As to how I am doing now, this quotation better speaks for me.
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."
- Rose Kennedy
"How true!!" wondering once again at the aptness of the quote to her present state of mind, Jodha pressed "Enter", thus posting something on her FB after a long time. That update is more like a one line reply to the hundreds of consoling messages, worrying queries on her sanity she received on face book. Drifting her chair away from the monitor, she leaned on the headrest and closed her eyes in thoughts. "Two and half months Mamma!!" she breathed deep, "Two and half months without your tantrums, without your lunch box, without teasing you. I so miss your tantrums on my reluctance to cook, my reluctance to apply oil, your preaching on girly traits. Hmm look at me, I'm cooking now, thanks to granny, I'm working, eating, sleeping, talking, everything looks so normal, but I know life is missing in all this. I badly need life in me; I need you, papa or Gautam to come back to me. If not you, send me someone to inject life into me, who shields me like papa, chides me like you, and guides me like Gautam." A lone tear made its way out as an epitome of her inherent loneliness.
"Tring.. Tring" the landline phone rang disturbing her thoughts, as if marking a new beginning in her life.
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