It has been an eventful time since I last laid bare my soul to you, my dearest fan(mards) and fan(orats). A fair amount of water has flowed under the bridge (you know the one I mean… the one they keep cutting to in the far distance as they swing between Anu at KH and Anu at SH… you didn’t think it was a random shot, did you?!). My tears mingle silently with the flowing water as condoling currents suck them in, leaving no trace of their wretched existence. My pain is my own, to be shared only with you when it truly overwhelms me.
As it did today.
I’m not one to wear my emotions on my sleeve as you all know. I just quietly get on with giving my all for my family without any expectation. As the Lord says in the Gita, “Be steadfast in the performance of your duty, abandoning attachment to success and failure”. Unlike some I could mention who begin and end every sentence with mee mee mee. My much revered, and much misunderstood, Baa, is right when she points out that teeny tiny flaw in my ex (allegedly) wife.
Speaking of wives, let’s begin with the current one. Tell me, is it wrong of me to want her to be there for me? To soothe my furrowed brow at a time of such turbulence in our life. To provide a bit of physical ‘comfort’. Isn’t that what wives are meant to do? I have had 26 years experience in being a husband and I know that is how it works! I did try and point that out to her, but for some reason that seemed to get her more agitated.
Women, smh.
Oh, and do you remember how she reacted when I was being loving towards her a few days back? Accusing me of having nefarious intentions!!! Me? The Vanraj Shah? Would I ever do that?! And citing what happened with Anu all those years back is not right. I hadn’t wanted to hurt her feelings, but the truth is that I had ‘needs’. I am a mard after all. A very virile one even if I say so myself. Genes which I hope I haven’t passed on to that idiot son of mine, Toshu. God alone knows how many paris would be floating around Ahmedabad otherwise!
My heart does weep seeing him in this state though. He was my pride and joy. Don’t know what Anu did to him to reduce him to this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming her per se, but Baa can’t be wrong, can she. Now the only solution to sorting out this whole mess is having Anu back where she belongs.
At Shah House.
Permanently.
James Goldsmith was right when he said, “when you marry your mistress, you create a job vacancy”. Aaarrrgh, why did I forget this cardinal rule. I have to delete the last few months and set things right. Kavya made a much better mistress than wife, I have to confess. And Anu is the best wife, of course. I now see the error of my ways. Okay, okay, calm down folks, not error; aren’t you all just the kindest! Shall we just say I was thinking with parts other than my brain at that time...
But, I’m Vanraj Shah. And I do ‘back’ like no one else. So, I’ll definitely turn back time.
Main sab theek kar doonga.
And let me tell you, this is not all about me. Nope, not at all. I’m doing it for Anu’s happiness. You can see how miserable she is in KH. Why else would she constantly be looking for the lamest of excuses to rush back here, the home of her heart.
Where the masala ka dabba preens at her touch.
Where the bars on the kitchen window gleam with delight when she’s in residence.
Where the rays of the rising sun still search for her damp tresses to dry with their warmth.
Where my sleepy eyes still search for her chai ki pyali in the morning.
KH has nothing to offer when compared to all of this. Imported german paint, state of the art kitchen, you say? To paraphrase the great Dharamveer Malhotra, “jisse Asian paints se pyaar ho, usse German paint se kya lena dena.” As for Ankush and Barkha, less said about them the better. Useless hangers on the pair of them. I don’t know how you can go around with such arrogance when they are nothing but a khali lifafa. The total opposite of all of us here. And I know Anu thinks exactly the same. I can hear it in her voice. After all, if I can’t suss out what’s in her heart and mind, who can?
And that, my dear fan(mards) and fan(orats) is what you have all been seeing today. I have spent the whole day observing Anu and seeing the effect being amongst her true family is having on her. I saw the delight on her face when we were chosen as partners, and then when we won the bucket-the-ball game. Such effortless coordination and symmetry between us. I could feel the heaviness in me dissipate as the day wore on.
As a fyi, that fatuous expression on my face was all part of my wooing process. You don’t think I was OTT for day one, I hope.
I do feel a little sorry for Anuj. And for myself to be honest, for losing the opportunity to get an eyeful of his beauty from time to time. That bicep is to die for, I'll accept. Let's keep that little tidbit between us though. But, like I said earlier, anything for my family.
Please don’t be fooled by Anu’s outrage today. It’s guilt that’s pouring out. She’s using anger to camouflage the laddus phutoing in her dil. After all, like I said, if I don’t understand her feelings, then who?
Thank you for listening to my woes with an open mind and heart. You will never know just how much succour I get knowing I have SRK level love and adoration emanating from all of you for me.
Yours always,
V
oOo
A big thank you to my dear Beta, Komal ❤️
So much dukh in Dukhmukh's son made my heart all dukhi for him today. Anupama wouldn't let him get a word in edgeways, so I thought main hi likh leti hoon on his behalf 😆
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