The tender kiss of lively fondness was a cherry to the stillness of her eyes.she had dreams,opnions and ego-prior to all she is the sakhi of anirudh.she is vejynti-the disciple of the ruthless barrister.the days in mansion were her salad days.often,after study,at twilight,she would stare at the puffy clouds,the moonlight lotuses and shy at her never ending fantasies.she still rembered teh happeings of the previous night-her mistake or his fate?the flour dusted her just like chothi bondita was....all the trio uttered the coupled rhyme-bondita,badi malkin,bahu;yet none mathces with bejynti.
she stared at them and said noisily,''ye bondita kon hothi?koi dost hothi?aur maaf krti bass 2 kachori khane aie thi,bhuk lgti''
all the trio looked at each other with an ironical assure she's no more in tulsipur. The giggle of vejynti, the logic, all would mismatch with the same girl. he would perceive the same noises,''sakha babu?haha...mein bondita hun barrister babu..mein vejnti vvyya...apne ku ldhti?''
he would get anxious and lose his calm and scream at midnight. there will be sheds of tears, on the floor, trying to fade still some collections of heart, indivisible and lovable.
It had been a week since gloom and questions were haunting the mansion. kaka had found a new kutrk ldki,the old servant a malkin, many relations were grooming with some wounds fresh. A little mischief was like a dangerous threat to them.
It was Sunday, a week since she was here.
''mein khelne ja skti hei?''she asked in a pleading voice
''huh,khelne ja skti hei..pdhyi toh krogi...nhi...mm jao..khel lo..''his eyes had a pleasant fury that blossoms everytime she was there.
he would behold her beautiful figure that wadalled in rain.
''won't you dance barrister babu? it's the first rain of the month??'' she yelled swaying her feet randomly.
''no.....I wontt''words that crack and justify our needs.
''you seem too old, how much is your age? 50..60...100 yeaa''she giggled and danced attune of the gramophone.
Swati, pulled his dada to the drizzling rain and exclaimed,''dada is young!..hena?''
before he could say a Nah and justify his anger and ruthless irony, he noticed his body was cupped in the rain, the cherish of first droplets of rain. how soothing it had been if Bondi-a's words clashed with heart, tears welled in his eyes.
he latched his fist, and collected some water, just to feel the flow of water. the water,was giggling, crying, and at the same was his mental state. ah!..what is this life?..he let it flow...
''pani ko muthi mein kon rkhpaya hei?'' she said calmly.
'badlo ne toh dhla tha pani ko kuch smy ke lie''he said in vague.
''akhir mein dhra ne smha hi liya usse bhi...''she spoke at him smiling.
avoiding her honeyed eyes, he sank into his room. Not his bedroom, a room which permitted only Anirudh and his soul.
A pang of chamber-where guilt and pleasure untied its curse at the same time.
on one corner were a wooden chair and a teapot of wine.
he detached his specks at the table and said,''haah..Bondita..kho diya hei sabb na mene?...hn hn...khodiya..''
he was sobbing with a gentle calmness.
The past eight-year were just a remark of something termed a pleasurable agony-yet so pleasurable that his heart sorrows every day, yet it has been a habit. A man, so devoted to change women and ideals had cost his life, his bondita, no one knows, no one.
How dearly, he had craved for the little smile, the infinite questions, and the unknown affinity, yet, in return of revolution was his exchange of happiness.
the little 8-year bride in barrister robes was a priceless beauty to him.No one knows where barrister babu vanishes-yet, to a world, meant for hopeless dreams, for hopeless desires...
Midnight, moonlight.
She had a dream, where Sakha babu tarnished her as a hopeless solution to his ideals.
''Iam not ..o sakha b-a-b-u''a sob follows a fear.
she flashed from her room, sobbing feebly, at last, she hits a stygian door.
she turned around and stared at the frame at sunrise this wasnt here''
she creaked them, as they widened with exotic treasures lying. beautiful frames mounted all around walls, her laughter was painted with canvas and colors.
A young she-in barrister dress, in a Kashmiri salwar, a portrait with barrister babu. many, frames were there, lying as if untouched and unloved.
her fingers seem to recollect the artist with touch,''bristera b-a-b-u''
'But why was she framed in darkness? why didn't Anirudh said this to anyone? does anyone visits here? alas, the last is the musk perfume of him'
the wind breezed out of windows, as letters piled up on the floor. moving aside, she plucked them,''ye meri hei chithhiyan!'' she said too loud to contain joy.
why are so umpteen letters in this box? it was my collection box eight-year past-she remembered them.
''janchuki hei badi bondita,yado mein,patr ki biti baton mein,cohthi bondita hi rhh gyi...aur ye baat apke zuba mein nhi dil mein hein''she said smiling to herself
''A-frame of bliss
A doll of debates
she is my bondita, she is my Sakhi
plum eyes, with hopes and laughter
affection and guilt ;
both had caught my eyes
How shall I repay her devotion?
homage of past dearness is a guilt
bondita-she is my tangled tilt
alas, nothing is mine...
A gem that dweller's lost
A question that lies bitterly frost''
her eyes teared up as she read those, and in a flash someone snatched it.
''himmat kese hui?'' A wounded lion is fearless than a healthy one.
''sak-''her words were cut off as her figure was lugged to the floor. her body was in pain,unbeareable pain, yet she felt none.
her heart was scribbling with his pain, all he had felt these years.
''himmat kese hui vejynti?chune ki kiss adhikar se bondita ke patr ko chua tumhne?...''
she looked at him couragedly ad said,''kon hei ye bondita,jiski yado ko chup ke rkha hei salon se?kon hei wo jise kisi aur ka chuna bhi brdast nhi?kon hei wo jo apki trah barrister bbau bnkr thi?kon hei wo bondita..kon''
''ek sabd nhi sununga......''
''khudke baremein yan sach ke baremien?'' she said with a sarcastic giggle.
''tum-''
''Mr.Anirudh, alike your fury, is lost your bondita, someone you never knew truly...''
''how do you kn-''
her anklets reached the last gate of tulsipur before he could investigate further.
'What have I lost? so unknown,bondita?' - he said to himself with the last letter
there was a gentle breeze that claimed destiny until he realizes it.
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