Her eyes can't help but show that flickering change of expression, which her impassionate face will not. A reflection of something that shifts - unknown to her willful mind and its resolute reigns - inside of her heart, at his words. 3 months.
A day out with her girlfriends, has come like a bolt from the blue to pierce through the rigorous monotony of her years, and although she's no where closer to finding what hit her, and how, just being here and now in this stolen moment from a happy chapter of her past, she subconsciously shuts out any reminder of her complicated present.
Except, Bulbul and Dhani don't comply with this secret pretend plan. They have to sour her moments. They have to make repeated remarks about her pati, Kesarji. They have to laud his 'love', they have to tease her 'luck', and they have to mock sympathize with their own lack of both, in comparison.
Until… they beckon him to give his wife a push on the swing to her heart's content. Itna to karo apni patni ke liye! He falters and averts gaze, fumbles with words of denial that are half hearted, because wouldn't he do just anything for her, anything, if she thought his place? Sadly, ignorance is no longer his best friend, and he knows better. Should he dare hope she would take his pushing her on the swing in the stride of the moment of harmless fun? He hears her own protests with her friends' suggestion and dares not; adds his own weak resisting, and hopes the interruption will pass without dwelling to become a moment of greater test.
Alas! She jumps off the swing, gives Bulbul and Dhani an earful - which they neither deserve nor comprehend- , stomps her feet walking away. And he snaps out of his brief lull of frugal hope.
Stopping Gulaal in her tracks on this impulsive walk out. He tells her what she knows – what they, her best friends, don't know – he tells her to not be a killjoy in this reunion for something that doesn't matter – and her eyes shoot up to his… teen mahine baad vaise bhi sab khatam hone wala haina? – it jolts a reality inside of her, and in chain reaction come rushing back all the truths she has conveniently brushed away to live this one day in her life.
He reasons further, about not upsetting them, about them being true friends, about letting the matter go… but her head is reeling from the operative words – 3 months.
Which is the flickering ghost of expression in her eyes, as she looks at him. Just like the ghost of his own smile as he nods in urging for her to go back.
Her rant is silenced, even forgotten. For now there is only this mysterious quality of her reaction to his words, that she can't fathom… and is mildly bothered by.
The last time he'd spoken the words – 3 months to an end – there were tears in his eyes, plea in his words – to give them their last chance at camaraderie, and just that. This time, the aura about him is only stoic peace, and that unsettles her, if only just a bit.
She turns around slowly, and walks back to her friends – who, so to subtly say, look on at her in confused anticipation. She makes up some glib about joking, they exchange watery smiles… but then she just rounds them up in a hug.
A hug of assurance she needs. In her mind echo his words … 3 months… and she remembers her practical lesson of a long time ago, to a young boy of 12, explaining the meaning of goonj.
The echoes of past and present overlap inside her head, and she tightens her hug with her girlfriends.
He smiles, an onlooker, he watches her. Then he sighs, and turns his head away.
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*edit*
Happy birthday Geesh!
ps: I realize this one is more dramatic than the others with my wild ideas finding more flight than they should, except that fluke hit in the end about Gulaal's mind set... I'm going to work on toning down with the next, lol!