this I had written earlier! and forgot to publishđ
''framing all beautiful dreams with you,I have left London, forgiving all your past decisions I have returned tulsipur...just for your glance, just your prideful eyes, to see me as a barrister,roshgollue ki handi tyr hena bristera babu?'' she murmured herself as she slept on the train.
1934,tulsipur
A thin river distinguishes both the villages, yet the enmity was thick enough.
''malik unhone hmara pani rok diya...''
smiling creepily he suggested''unka anaj rok do...''
the lady had some tears, what must have happened that eight years were an exotic mystery for her...she was presented in front of barrister babu,with a thin muslin veil.Anirudh never wanted any lust for a girl, yet defectors weren't forgiven.in past years,chandrachaur had the repeated spying through little girls. women were both his power, kindness, and pride many a times.no matter,he won't see them with desire,or ruthlessly harm them.
forgetting his ruthless nature, she saw him as sakha, and admired, blushed, and smiled. all irony, feelings do to us.
''sahib, these two girls were found in tulsipur, this girl was too wired, who proclaims herself as the relative of your family...''
he laughed, shot the pistol, and remarked,'' relatives? dear ones...too close?....may I know how close you're...''
''dek''she was shut by another firing of guns in the sky.
''bich mein rukne ki adat nhi hei,aur mere samne bolne ki mt rkhna''he said sharply.
standing,from his sugar coated, devil chair, he went to the blonde girl.
pricking her throat with the handgun,he stated,'' women, can be pride, they are too clever for innocence,and dont you dare for spying...else tulsipur won't be behind in shedding your filthy blood...''
she wasn't nervous,she didn't let fear but surprise came through her..was it real? or a bad illusion...she wondered.
''why have things changed?who is he? where is barrister babu?'' she murmured to herself.
''malik,should we send them to punishment chamber or beat them with leather...or malik..''
''I do wish..but unluckily,they're young ladies....we will return them back...check them sushila...''
his eyes were lifeless and devoid of mercy...his nature only stated a tinch of his hatred.
she was pushed to a dark room, along with a 16-year girl.
''tum ro ku rhi ho?''asked bondita
''mughe apne ghr nhi jana..hei..n-h-i...''
''ku nhi jana? ghr se kesa bair?''
''sab bechdnege mughe ksiis kothe mein agar jankari nhi li mene..''
''kon bechega?kese jankari? mughe batao mein ek bar-''
''ei..hath dikha...duptaa khol..''
''durr rho mughse...ye janch hei yan ashvyta?...''she roared to the man.
''chup..shi khan tha barrister babu ne,kutte ka bhokna aur krishnagar ki aurto ki pit pit ek hi hei..''
she was'nt angered for the hatred for her dear ones, something which made her stressed was the fight enmity and such poison for everyone.
she was made sit in a jeep, which stood at the border of both the villages.
on this verge was anirudh, one she cherished all her life, on the other side was her dear ones, ironically who were thirst of her blood.
anirudh said ,''hmm aurto ki izzat krte hen,islie lota rhe hen ,dubara aise hrqt mt krna..vrna wo adrash bhi bhul jaonga mein...''
they opened their handcuffs releasing them to the other side. her arms, grazed through his shoulder, sparkling a tinch of excitement, after so many years.
with a puzzle, before he could glance. the girls were on another side.
''gadi mudo...asha hei ki fir kabhi mulaqat na...''
''BONDITA..meri bachi''
his voice froze,and condensed in the aroma of questions.his ears were sharply recording each hassle.
''ma...kesi hei tu...''
''sakha babu...ap-k-i bondita..''she said as tears gushed through his eyes.
Anirudh's pov
''sakha babu ..apki bondita..''she said almost crying.
if truth fails to lie, whom am I to flatter?....
she's no one to me,she is krishnagar's.....yes she's....
forcing my heart,and tearful eyes,I jerked and walked to the jeep riding slowly to home.
it was late evening time, as always I had my green tea,and cookies, with the gramophone, swirling into my senses.
''Ajib daastan hai yeh
Kaha suru Kaha khatam....''
I had slept already...............
why are you back bondita? wasnt their life smooth?..or again you want to prick my soul till your desire...or ...
''barrister anirudh roy choudhry?After a long time...haha...''A dark shadow laughed at me.
''Who are you...who gave you the permission, you fli-''
''Mr.Anirudh Roy..mmm no Mr Anirudh...right?'' said a young jolly naive with a tennis racket.
those shadows haunted me ages back. whenever I did a wrong mistake or to guide me. today,no one has the right to guide me..no me...Iam Anirudh..I -
some beautiful memories flooded in my heart,as I sat on the sofa.
''Mr.Anirudh,let say, how did you..no no no..did you feel anything after meeting your sakhi?or the masks of gloom coats the jolly mind?''
''there was no enmity between us and no friendship...I am a barrister...I dont need any sakh-''
cutting my voice both of them laughed as if drunken British officers...I guess.
''zaroorat dimag ko nhi hei yan ko dil a padi?''he said flipping his racket.
''shotti bristera babu?..zaroorat nhi hei apne kranti ke mashal..barrister bondita..''said the one in barrister coat.
I stopped them, splashing candle wax on the floor.
''nhi chie mughe koi..KOI NHI...KHAN THE SAB JB MEIN...JAB USSRAAT..jab uss din mein ..ku nhi tha koi...ku..khan the apne sare..khan..kho diye mene ...wo zindgi...wo..''I slept on floor , embracing the pillow....
''mein apki bondita...sakha babu....jala do sbko....----...aie...apka...shoot!!!.....ath saaal hm dur rhe pr apka sapna...barrister babu....hmmm...hahaa...''those mixed voices were thrusting me...
Iam in pain...Iam in pain...where are....
''ramesh...''
''sahib..''he folded his hands...
facing back I demanded,''glass jldi lao....''
Author's pov
drinks? wine?..they were his close ones all these years, pain wasnt degraded yet churned...through this.he would laugh,he would cry...behind the luxury of being a wealthy barrister.
no one was allowed to listen,his grief or mock him. else he would end their healthy destiny forever.
the morning had some hopes of shine,yet through a veil.
''parda...ku kr rhe ho mughe...''she shouted removing the chunar.
''ghr mein bin bhyi aurat wo bhi 20 ki dkeha hei khin?''
''barrister prde mein ho suna hei khin?''she mocked her.
''hmm..bachpn se adhiyal ghoda,kese shi hoga ye mein janti hun...''
she stopped her hands and jerked them,''mein sirf bondita nhi,barrister hun,hath utthoge,toh salkhe tk phochjaoge....bhuliye mt ye baat..''
''bondita...ja ghr dekhlei....''sumati said
her beauty and anger both were mirrors to her nature.she had both of them with her age.
''ye lijye apki..''
he threw the glass on floor.''kisse milne jati hei...raat ko?han.koi hei kya premik ...''
he cluthced her bun and was about to slap her.
''kya kr rhe ho..tum...ek stree pei hath uthye,nirlaj ho..''
''patni hei tupur meri..hath uthao yan kmre mein sajao..tum hothe kon ho..mndp se toh bhag gyi...apni bhen ko dkhlekr...aur...''
''tupur tumne isse shadi ki?...tupur ye acha nhi hei..tup-''
''jao yahn se bondita,mere pat privar aur sasural ko dekh skti hun...''she said angrily.
only tupur knew,what she faced all these years,and what the future had treasured for her.
she was gloom and puzzled by the changing life....
A young girl,draped in a bnarsee hugged her....
''kon?kon..''
''bolo jiji kon hun mein...chothi hun toh kya hua..hun toh mein...''
''tapur?..tu...''
''han...'' she clapped and hugged her.
she had a great attachment to her , since she was 5.
''kisse vivah hua hei tera..''she asked looking at the red smear.
''wo wo pati ji se vivah hua..''
''pati ji benam hei kya koi?''she said laughing
''benaam? bhot ahe hen pati mere,som ji toh-''
hearing som's name,she looked at her in deep thoughts.
''durga ma,pati ka naam le liya,ab toh kher nhi meri..kese bacho..''
''tapur kuch glt nhi hei pati ka naam lene mein,aise mere sakha babu kehthe....chod..ye bta kaka mane the vivah ke lie?aur somnath dada khan hei?aur batuk...''
hearing those names,tapur's smile faded.she knew what happened that night. why was she a Roy Choudhry and why she married som.....
''wo unhe kaam ..''
''ye ciycle kisiki hei..''
''wo toh aise hi padi hei...''she said
''ghumhe?''
''na baba na...dkhlo jiji tumhe bhi..''
before she could warn,she flew away as free shifting air.
''la la la...'' she kept on murmuring and jingling the bell.
the road went through the BÄjÄra, a commonplace for all shopkeepers to sell on a weekly basis.it included people from everywhere.
A luxury jeep, pushed her cycle as she fell on road.
''Tumi bĹkÄ, tĹmÄra gÄáši nikÄĹa hatÄ pÄrÄ''she said cursing him.
''pta nhi koi adiyal th mailk,apko boka..tlb bazar agya..''the servant said fearing his life.
on a weekly basis,he would check the market items, it's used, and development,being the community member of the gram panchayat.
''hmm thik hei,,dhyan rkho,ate ka bhao,itna nhi..hmm''
''dada dada ddada..kulfi hei ki mst thandi wali...''
''aur han sabji...mein agr khin...''
''are kaju nhi dalte ? yeh kesa anyay hei? ''she said gulping kulfis.
''acha..eliachi wali hena..wo dena..acha kb se kamm kr rhe hen..mehnat ka kam hei....''
No woman, speaks such loudly and cheerfully in any market. Only those men, were allowed to do.
his eyes caught her sight. she had humor in her eyes, swift movements of her body, and a beautiful smile that could condense anyone.
the slice marks of cream and jaggery were still imprinted on her lips and cheeks.
she was gossiping and helping the old men...
they blessed her,''sada khush rho,....mdt ke lie..''
''shukriya mera nhi durga ma ka kriye...unhne ki badalot bhag kr ayai hun..''she gigled.
those old men werent orthodox? no they were,but kindness has more stardom than rituals in humanity.
the radio was being palyed,''Ajib daastan hai yeh
Kaha suru Kaha khatam
Ye manjile hai konsi
Na wo samajh sake na hum...''
he was asked to visit the market,to taste the quality of kinds of stuff being sold. instead, he was keen to see his bondita,the old chirpy doll,he had once loved.
she was dancing with dwellers, helping children to mold toys.she had missed these playful lives in the beauty of a big city.
''Dhuaan utha Chirag se
Ye roshani ke Saath kyu
Dhuaan utha Chirag se
Yeh khwab dekhti hu me
Ke Jag padi Hu khawab se
Ajib daastan hai yeh
Kaha suru Kaha khatam
Yeh manjile hai konsi
Na wo samajh sake na hum.....''
the man turned the radio...to another melody
''Lag Jaa Gale (K Phir) Haseen Raat (Ho Na Ho)
Lag Jaa Gale K Phir Haseen Raat Ho Na Ho
Shaayad Phir Is Janam mein
Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho -2
Lag Jaa Gale se he...''
She felt someone following her for a moment,turning back she found a ruthless Anirudh with a gentle smile.as if some charm had provoked life in his smile.
soon there were British raids,to steal all the cash,expensive things etc.in a way to burden public,even more after taxes.
the crowd started to move.there was haste and bustling.the sky faded into dark ghastly clouds,with rain dripping little by little.
there was a crack of thunder...with time.
the men started shooting men,raping some of the women, and bashing a few kids.
all events were like a cinematic frame,there was no time to stop them except escape.
one of the officers gripped the duppata,bondita had.
he threw the shell-pink cloth in the air with an evil laugh.he was on top of a horse. he went to the ground...and forced her to a room...
unknown anger, a strange affection, and a pang of guilt caught him at this sight .he ran to save her..as if it was worthy.
he pushed the officer, pointing the handgun at him....and siding her back.
''goli khelne ka bhot shaq hei...''
before he could fire,the officers started shooting.
he was saved as if Durga ma had laid him to all this. the officer frustrated went in search of another girl.
Anirudh looked at her through his glass and handed her dupatta.
she shyly took it without any gesture .covering herself she said,''dhynwad barrister babu...''
''Humko Mili Hain Aaj Yeh Ghadiyaan Naseeb Se-2
Jee Bhar Ke Dekh Lijiye Humkok Qareeb Se
Phir Aapke Naseeb Mein Yeh raat Ho Na Ho
Shaayad Phir Is Janam Mein Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho
Lag Jaa Gale se he...''the radio was put on a feeble mode,with tunes crowning smooth and steadily.
''raat hogyi hei,kiske sath ayi thi..''
''akele ...kon ata ? jab apne hi nhi chathe...''she said
he sensed a pain, a grip of lonely state at her eyes. calming himself he said,''jyeda smy nhi hei,raat ho rhi hei..'''
''smy toh chla gya...''she said
''kya bole ja rhi ho....ye bheki bate bnd kro tumhri cycle khan hei...''
''tut gye..''she said avoiding him...
the moon had started to crown in the sky, parting the puffy clouds. and through a spectrum of questions,she asked,''ek akhri bat puchungi..pr na nhi kroge..''
he nodded his head.there was dust, smoke and bodies laid on ground.walking through the dadly spots,she said,''kya sachemin koi glti hui thi mughse?bolo toh barrister babu?''
he remained hush and went on walking...
he handed the keys to the driver and said to her,''j-a-o..mt socho purane waqt ko,age tumhe hi rhena hei barrister babu''
''Paas Aayiye Ke hum Nahi Aayenge Baar Baar-2
Baahain Gale Mein Daal Ke Hum Ro le zaar zaar
Aankhon Se Phir Yeh Pyaar Ki Barsaat Ho Na Ho
Shaayad Phir Is Janam Mein Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho
Lag Jaa Gale K Phir Yeh Haseen Raat Ho Na Ho
Shaayad Phir Is Janam Mein Mulaaqaat Ho Na Ho
Lag Jaa Gale se he...''
the voice cracked as the thunder hits the radio, making it diminish.....
the moon beamed so beautifully, and she rode into the jeep gracefully. the wheels ran by, and he wouldn't cuddle her, until affinity strikes...........
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