I am not able to access IF properly. Hopefully the font and the post doesn't come out garbled. For whatever its worth, here goes:
Part I
This is my POV and my perspective of the situations created this week. It needn't be the same as yours. But we could agree on many things or we agree to disagree. This week is of course of my favourite character. Kranti. There was a subtle change in her. But it is still too early to say.
She went to the fair for the first time with her new family. In the midst of the melee she spotted the taklu who had been declared dead by the gori sarkar. Satnaam Singh was being framed for his murder. Somehow she had to tell her KK friends that the victim was not dead at all. And that they had a chance of saving him.
On reaching home, she started her work of preparing the food for the pandits. Her SIL was a veteran at kitchen politics and adulterated some food with onions. Kranti was accused. Her MIL was very unhappy.
The onion fiasco had nettled everyone at home and Chaijee was very annoyed with her. My kudi was very upset since she held all "pooja ? path" sacred. In the privacy of their room, her husband had shaken her and told her to put an end to this kind of behaviour. She was distraught but she was glad in a way that her husband didn't make a show in front of the whole family. Perhaps he saved her that humiliation. She just couldn't fathom this man. When she thought he is softening his ways, he was back with his distrust. She felt hurt and sad when he told her not to use his family in their personal tussle. She tried to explain that she would do nothing to hurt his mother but he wouldn't hear of it. He was furious and she could see that. His eyes turned almost black and smouldered as he spoke to her through his clenched teeth. He warned her not to play games for he would win at any cost and at any time. How dared he ! She was not a fool and she too could give him a good fight. She had a temper that could match his but at the moment she couldn't even bring herself to defend herself properly and he was clearly in no mood to listen. She knew she had to retreat. Too much was stacked against her.
Later in the night, as she was preparing to sleep, he was sitting at his desk with his papers. The mood in the house was despondent and everyone looked at her with such anger and hatred. She knew sleep wouldn't come to her easily. As she was thinking, his papers flew all over. Her husband came to pick them up. Both started gathering them and this brought them close. She looked up to see him looking at her. His dark eyes were deep and inscrutable. Something stirred within her. Just then, the window flew open. She got up and so did he to close the window. They both caught the handle. She was close to him almost touching him. She did not pull away. She did not feel the revulsion she felt when the wolf came even a mile within her reach. She had lived long enough in this room to know that this man whom she hated with all her might would not abuse her bodily. She stood rooted at the spot lost in her thoughts. The click of the window brought her out of her reverie and she blinked.
He didn't say a word but didn't look angry anymore. She knew he was also affected. What was happening to her? This was her worst enemy, her sworn enemy and what were these feelings? She felt tired suddenly. He had got into bed and pulled the sheet over himself. She lay on the mattress on the floor thinking to herself. Her eyelids slowly closed. It would be different tomorrow, for tomorrow was another day.
Part II
And the new day dawned and diwali was in full swing. But she was still treated like a pariah, an outcast. She realised that BBR was a pest and was going to do everything to end any endeavour of a peace process. She had to be careful with this one. Her husband didn't want any discord in the family and had said she would never be able to break them up. That was never her intention. She only wanted revenge for what Raj had done to her. She wanted to see him suffer. It was becoming very difficult to play this game. She was blocked from so many sides that it was difficult to fire a salvo at him. Lost in her thoughts, she was sitting on the steps and lighting diyas. She turned to pick up one more when Raj bent down to pick one up too. One diya toppled on his hand and probly the hot oil spilled over. He jerked his hand back with an ouch. He was in obvious pain. Without thinking, she grabbed his hand and wiped off the oil from his hand with her dupatta. She blew on it for cooling the singed skin. He looked at her. But she was busy trying to bring relief to him. She stopped when she heard BBR's snide remark. Chaiji and Buaji were there too. She let go of his hand. She was embarassed and didn't know where to look. She raised her eyes and realised that he was just as awkward. But he remained silent.
BBR had another plan to discredit Kranti. But it was somehow foiled because Raj went to pick up the basket of live crackers. In order to save him, Kranti pushed him aside. But before she could save herself they exploded on her hand. She almost doubled up in pain holding her injured hand in the other. Raj was swift and pulled her away and made her sit. He took a look at the burnt hand. It was a mess. He tried to passify her. She could hear nothing. Her sobs were caught in her gasps as she resisted crying. She was no weakling. Others came to the rescue. Raj was aghast at what may have happened to her. Unknowingly, she held on to his hand. She tried to draw some strength from him. Her eyes remained downcast. Her hand ached. She let go of his hand when he made to get up to fetch some ointment for her himself.
This started the process of bonding between her and chaiji. Kranti wanted to bridge the gap. She seized the opportunity to massage her M I L's aching ankles. Not because it was a gimmick but she felt the genuine urge to take care of her. She had never had a mother. But she knew how to love a mother. She wanted to love her mother. Unfortunately, fate had decided otherwise. However, Chaiji was kind and allowed Kranti to come close to mend to the gap.
But her husband was another matter. Always irking her. She didn't want any help from him. He seemed to show genuine concern for her and the next moment he'd be taunting her. He had led her astray by dropping wrong addresses for her to find. And then he took great pleasure in taunting her. She was so irritated with his cocksure challenges and his pompousness. She threw away his hand every time he tried to help seeing that her hand was burnt. And at one such moment their necklaces got caught. She cried out telling him that it was her mangalsutra. They were both startled. She looked away. What had made her say that. Was this marriage sacred to her? Why so? Hadn't it been based on revenge? a little blackmail? So why the need to preserve it? She herself didn't know.
Their verbal battles grew. His smugness was gigantic. he even tried to play God. Throwing Satnamm Singh's name in her face certainly didn't help. She had only her words to protect her against him. She never gave him any leverage. And in a fit of temper, she threw the steel dabba on his foot. let him be hurt. She didn't care. Why did he like to play this verbal tussle with her? Why did he seek her out to do so? Needling her and then insulting her KK friends. He called them terrorists.
Oh Hell, why did she save him from the fire crackers? The undeserving man. Why did he worship the Goras? And she thought she had seen a change in him. She hated him for making a fool of her. She was not going to ever give in to him. She would see him in hell first.
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Edited by skeptical - 16 years ago
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