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Take 5 – An Unexpected Sunrise from the West
9:30 AM
Govt School Compound – Near Her Marketplace
Sahiba’s POV
Ahhhh. The peace. The tranquillity - I feel in my heart at the moment accounts for sheer bliss within. Sheer bliss that’s indeed priceless. I’v just finished singing to the audience here at the govt school near our marketplace on the occasion of Guru Angad Devji’s Jyoti Jyot Diwas. Its one of the things I love to engage in every year without fail along with teaching the kids Mool Mantra path prior to singing…
The children come around to greet me now and I bask in the joy of the moment holding them close one by one – as we begin walking out the hallway and I continue my happy chatter with them about their studies/play plan for the day.
Minutes later, one of the teachers whose known me for a while comes to greet me and she pulls me into a warm hug and exclaims – “ Sahiba…tumne toh kamal hi kar diya..hamesha ki tarah…aur usse bhi bada kamaal…yeh hai..ki tum aaj yahan aayi…”( Sahiba…you did wonders today as usual and even a bigger wonder is the bit that you actually did come here today…)
I look at her puzzled – “ kyun ji…iska kya matlab?mere yahan aane mein kya kamaal…main toh har saal aati hun…”( why would you say that ji?? Don’t I come here every year??”)
She nods at me warmly and cups my cheek tenderly – “ ji haan…bilkul…par kamal issiliye…kyunki ab toh sab badal gaya hain a tumhari zindagi main…tumhara vyaah jo ho gaya hai..aur woh bhi itne bade ghar mein…Mrs.Angad Singh Brar ho tum…hume nai laga tha ki tum yahan aaogi…ki woh bade log tumhe yahan aane denge…”
( eng : Yes you do come here every year Sahiba but I am calling it a wonder this time because this time around everything is changed in your life isn’t it?you are married now..into such a big family…you are Mrs Angad Singh Brar now…we never thought you’d come here after that…or that your new family would let you come here…as well…)
Uffff.
My smile shortens on its own accord. My bliss suffers a momentary blow. Why did she have to remind me off the event – I’m trying to wipe off from my memory? Ever since – I camped myself at my shop yesterday and found refuge in my art – Iv been at so much peace.Infact, I slept last night in so much peace on my little chaarpayi…(folding cot) like I hadn’t slept in days.
Waking up this morning – almost felt like a new dawn in my life and it had been feeling just like that…until now…until I am hit with this reminder about the tag of Mrs.Brar. I recover soon through from my inner fluster and poise a smile back reminding myself that my annulment hasn’t gone public yet so no one knows that I am not Mrs.Brar anymore…
I cover up momentarily because kids are looking at me puzzled along with the teacher awaiting my answer – “ arreee….aise kaise main yahan nai aati…ya woh mujhe nai aane dete…aap hamare daar ji ko nai jaante…bahut ache hai..woh...unhone apna safr bhi samjho badi mushkilon se shuru kiya tha…mehnat se uss makam par pahunche…jaise hi... maine daar ji ko bataya aaj ke mere plan ke baare mein..unhone aur bebe ne kaha..jaa sahiba jaa…aapko pata hai…woh khud bhi aana chahte the…daar ji hamesha kehte hai…insaan jitna bhi bada hojaye…usse apni jadd nai bhoolni chahiye…”
( eng : arreee…not possible that I wouldn’t have come…or that they wouldn’t have let me..come…you don’t know our daarji…he is a gem..as is bebe…he started his journey from humble backgrounds too made it big eventually with his hard work and dedication…the minute I told him about todays plan this morning…he got so happy about it…and asked me to get on with my plan instantly being like – go sahiba you go…he stronglh beleives no matter how much we rise we must stay rooted in our roots...infact he wanted to come himself too…)
The teachers looking at me all happily surprised at that along with the children and just as she is about to say something – I hear a familiar voice fall into my ears now from behind me – “ ji haan…Bhabhi bilkul sahi keh rahi hai teacher ji…yeh toh daar ji khud nai aa paaye…isiliye…hum hi aa gaye…unhe support karne unke nek kaam mein…hum toh yahi hai kab se…bass chupke se inhe aap sab ko dur se hi dekh rahe hai…taaki inhe disturb na ho…ya aap sab ko hamara yahan aana awkward na karde….”( eng - yes teacher ji…bhabhi just said the right thing…now just because daarji couldn’t come here with her …we came by nonetheless..to support her in her auspicious work today..infact we have been here only since a while…just watching from afar though for we didn’t want to disturb her or have our presence make it awkward for you….)
Wait.
I freeze in my being.
Why? Coz that sounds like Veer. What is he doing here in the first place?? And what does he mean by – Hum?? Woh aur kaun? I turn around instantly to look towards the direction his voice came from and I don’t just freeze into ice in the following moment. I freeze into liquid nitrogen…
For I spot – the one person whose existence I wanted to forget all about – standing right upfront against a hallway pillar with Kulcha standing by his side.
Angad Singh Brar..
WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?????? Are my eyes seeing clear? Is Angad Singh Brar really standing in this hallway of this very normal govt school – looking like as if he is not bothered by the unfamilar environment(to him) at all?
Damm. The Sun seems to have risen from the west today…I guess…
Also wait – is he staring at me right now? Is he also just trying to hold my gaze right now from across? Damm him. I am not going to waste a second of my life sparing him a glance.
I look away instantly – and turn sideways to gape at Veer instead shocked – “Veer…tum yahan??mera matlab ..aap dono yahan??”( Veer…you here? I mean…you both here??)
Everyone around me now – begins to get excited as the teacher announces to the rest of the staff that The Brar brothers were here and in seconds – the hallway is filled with everyone getting over enthusiastic to meet and greet them – starting with Veer as he’s right there being his candid kind self explaining to all that they just wanted to surprise me by being here…
Surprise – my foot…
I pretend to smile around Veer. Even though my bliss has gone for a full toss outside the window. Like just when I thought I was done with this pretend drama – life has pulled me back into it – around my own area – this time around. On the note – this ATM better have signed those annulment papers so that I can file them and get rid of this mess for good…legally…
I am right on that thought – when I hear Angad’s voice closer in behind me as he begins to greet and meet the staff around – a lot more politely and humbly than I’d ever expected to see him do. Surely my eyes have popped in my sockets in shock – like lit up car headlights at the sight…as I stand frozen and shocked.My inner turmoil instantly begins to wave up like a tsunami from this sight of Angad – upfront and around...
Its true, I guess as they say one cannot forget how one made you feel and often at times when you see someone – you are instantly taken back to the last memory you have of them/or how they made you feel and well, unfortunately for me – the last memory I have of Angad Singh Brar is a miserable sick disgusting one..the one that has sort of left a significant scar on my being...
I take a moment to glare at Kulcha who had just come around to stand next to me shooting me the guilty eyes and I muster – “ kulcha..tu toh gaya…pagal hai kya tu?kal sab ko…shop pe le aaya..aur aaj inhe..yahan?kya zarrorat thi??( kulcha…you are dead ..yesterday you got everyone in the shop..and today these two here..what was the need??”
Kulcha sighs and whispers into my ears – “ kaise nai lata sahiba di…jab jijaji subah sade aath baje se hi aap ka shop pe wait kar rahe the..jaise hi aap nikle na yahan ke liye woh aagaye udhar apne bhai ke saath…aapse milna chahte the…jab maine unhe bola ki aap wahan nai ho…toh unhone request kiya…mujhe…wahan le jaane ke liye jahan aap ho…toh bass mein le aaya…iss baar unhone gusse mein bilkul baat nai ki didi…unhone order nai kiya…request kiya…”( how could I not get them here…didi…when he came by the shop at 830 am only…wanting to see you…just as you left for here..he came by…wanting to see you immediately..when I mentioned you were not there…he requested me to get him to where you were…so I got them…for he didn’t say it in anger at all..didi…he didn’t order around..he requested…)
That makes me stare at Kulcha like a pair of lit up headlights now as I whisper in shock – “ kya??? Kya?? Kya?? Order nai kiya? Request kiya?? Isne? Angad singh brar ne??”( what ??what ??what?? he didn’t order around? He requested?? This guy? this angd singh brar..)
Kulcha nods – “ ji haan di…jijaji ne request kiya..dekho na..kaise sab se ache se mil rahe hai...yeh din aayega aisa maine kabhi nai socha tha...”( yes di..jijaji requested..look how he is politely meeting everyone...)
I look up to see the sight Kulcha mentioned. Yup. Veer and Angad – still going around meeting and greeting everyone. Angad’s engaging in chatter…for real.Polite genuine chatter just like Veer is…
Oh bete di…aaj toh suraj sach mein Paschim se hi uga hai..( oh damm…the sun indeed has risen from the west today…)
Kulcha shoots me a smile now and I glare at him hard whispering – “ chup kar…hasna band kar…aur yeh kya jijaji jijaji laga Rakha hai..woh koi jijaji nai hai..”( quiet and wipe that smirk off your face kulcha and whats this jijaji..jijaji…he is not your jijaji…)
Kulcha finally sombers up in his frame at that and I look on the sight of Veer+ Angad – puzzled the hell out of my mind. What the hell is he upto? What does he want? Why is he here?
I am right on the thought – when I see Angad walk upto me now and he smiles. He actually smiles. Gives me a heartfelt smile that seems so genuine that I am momentarily taken aback.I remind myself its for the act.
Angad says now trying to hold my gaze and I begin to look here and there smiling at everyone around not sparing him a single glance – “ bahut acha gaati ho tum sahibaa…suna maine…aur dekha bhi..tumhe yahan…breakfast ke time sab bacho ko serve karte…phir mool mantra..ke waqt bhi...yeh tum har saal karti hona toh aise kaise iss saal main yahan nai aata…tumhe support karne…aur acha hi hua ki main aaya..pata toh chala ki tum itna acha gaati bhi ho…sach mein..babaji ka tumpe…bahut aashirwaad hai…”( you sing really well you know…Sahiba…I heard it all…just like I also saw you around here serving breakfast to kids before mool mantra path…you do this every year right? so how could I not come by to support you this year??and good only I came…for I finally got to know that you so sing so well..really..babaji’s really blessed you…)
WAIT?
WHAT???
DID ANGAD SINGH BRAR – JUST COMPLIMENT ME ON MY SINGING IN FRONT OF EVERYONE – AROUND JUST NOW?
YES, HE DID.
Yup. Its official. The Sun has officially changed its rising point to the west…
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Angad’s POV
She hasn’t looked at me.
Not once – has she looked my way directly. Not once has she let me hold her gaze.Dammit. If only she’d look my way – she’d spot the remorse/guilt in my eyes underneath.But once again…I know I can’t blame her for not looking my way even once…
To be honest – when Veer found me in the hallway off our home – he obviously spotted the lost,disturbed look I had on my face and vibe. He asked what was up? I covered up with saying – I was looking forward to apologize to Sahiba thats all.It took every ounce of my strength to not confide the disastrous truth I had just tumbled upon in the form of Garry’s voice – to Veer. Not that I don’t want to tell Veer. I will. But post – the investigator finally gives me a heads up on Garry’s whereabouts from today...
Uptil now – I had an investigator on tail to hunt Seerat down with no success but the very second – I had heard what I had – and my mind finally defroze from the shock of betrayal – it went into overdrive instantly. I’d headed to my room rushed and made a few calls – putting a PI on Garry’s tail too. My gut knew now…that I’d find Seerat exactly where Garry would go…
And when we were on our way to Sahiba’s shop – even though I was pretending otherwise to Veer – I was only feeling like a royal shattered mess within trying to digest Garry+ Jasleen bua’s betrayal all the while – my mind hatching a plan to bring the truth to light.I instantly knew – I would need to ask Veer + Sahiba for their help on this eventually…
We’d reached the shop but to my dismay she wasn’t there. My gut had wrenched though at the sight of her folding cot tucked to the sight along with her small suitcase – which gave me an insight that she did really spend the night there by herself – but the very next second – my messed up within had also been mesmerised at catching onto the sight off the new painting of Babaji that looked like Sahiba’s work in progress…
And my messed up within’s only found further sense of peace when we finally made our way with Kulcha here to the govt school.
I’d observed Sahiba keenly from afar this time around(with her being oblivious to my presence) as she served the kids breakfast/engaged with everyone around/ taught the kids mool mantra/sang her soulful mesmerising devotional song for everyone / spoke so highly about my daarji and bebe still despite my wrongdoing – as I observed all of this - without the curtain of hate/prejudice on my eyes and clean slate and open mind– I’d finally noticed this pure authentic side of her I had been blinded too – all this while. The side of her that daarji saw….
And - Did I curse myself a gazzilion times within in those moments though?For always misunderstanding her in the first place?? Oh yes – I did…
Did I curse myself for being the blinded fool ? Oh yes I did..
Did my already raging guilt and repentance heighten in its intensity…as well…oh yes it did…as I was slapped with reality within again and again – that it was always me who’d been the one to wrong Sahiba. It was always me who had misunderstood her - in all the encounrers in the past and been the jerk of the highest order to her. My mind went on a different spree altogether then as well - recalling every bit of my wrong doings towards her ever since I met her – along with the last disgraceful bit – and it had come to the point of me literally feeling like burying myself under the ground…
And surprisingly, in that self loathing moment - it was only the soulful tranquillity of her singing - this time around that gave me the hope…that I could at least begin redeeming my-self in front of her…
I take a deep breathe now. My gaze halts on Sahiba again as she’s feeding a child – a piece of laddu now happily.
She does have a wonderful smile…the one that can touch the heart...why didn't I ever notice that before?
Sahiba looks up right then and catches me looking at her but she looks away instantly once again not sparing me a single glance. Damm. She won’t even look my way even now..how do I begin to seek forgiveness?
My phone beeps in on me. It’s a text form the PI whose on Garry’s tail. He tells me he’s tailing Garry who is headed around GT Road..and that he will update me once Garry finally halts somewhere…
Okay…I don’t have much time. I have to get Sahiba to talk to me. I have to tell Veer and her what I heard…and about my plan to catch Garry -red handed on this. Veer will help me surely – I know. But…will Sahiba?
She will help me won’t she? I know she detests me at the moment but my gut tells me – no matter what – she might still agree to help for it was her Seerat di in context…
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A Shortwhile Later
Sahiba’s POV
Babaji…mann toh kar raha hai iss ATM ki aise kam taise kardun…ab jab…meri shop ke andar agaya hai ab Veer ke saath…( Babaji…I so feel like giving it left right center to this ATM now that he’s come into my shop with Veer…)
What does he think of himself? How dare he show up in front of me after his disgusting act?
I am right in the middle of mustering to myself when I hear Veer exclaim looking around – “ Babaji..ki yeh tasveer Bhabhi…itni khoobsurat hai kya kahein…paaji aur meine subah bhi dekhi thi…aapki kala Anmol hai Bhabhi…( this…new painting you just made of Babaji…bhabhi…its so beautiful..paaji and me saw it in the morning too…your artistic talent is priceless…bhabhi…)
I spot Kulcha – shutting the shop shutters down 3/4th of the way to give us privacy. I groan within. What’s wrong with Kulcha.??????!!!!!!!!
I finally turn around at that losing my cool and I ask Veer – ignoring ATM’s existence behind him like a pro as if he werent even standing there – “ kya kar rahe ho tum yeh Veer? Kyun aaye ho yahan?? Kya matlab hai iska…kya zarroorat thi…govt school mein aanke ki??kyun aaye ho idhar??”(what the hell are you upto Veer? Why are you here? what does this even mean? what was the need to come to the govt school…)
To my surprise – Angad answers that in a sincerely apologetic tone – “ tumse maafi maangne aaya hun…Sahiba…dil se maafi maangne aaya hun…ek baar..bass ek baar meri baat toh sunlo…ek baar…bass ek baar meri taraf dekho toh…”( I am here to apologize to you Sahiba…I am here to apologize sincerely…just once…just listen to me…just once…look me just once too perhaps??)
Is he crazy? I turn my back to him even more now as I say to Veer glaring at him hard. I just can’t believe he’s with Angad on this knowing his misconduct with me the other day – “ apne paaji ko bolo…bass chale jaaye yahan se…nai chahiye unki sorry…aur na hi mujhe unki taraf dekhna hai…mujhe sirf unse azaadi chahiye thi…aur woh…mil gayi hai mujhe…bass ab unse kaho…woh papers sign karke mujhe dede…main unhe file kardun…toh bass unse syappa mukka…hamesha..ke liye…”( tell your brother..to get the hell out of here…for I don’t want his apology…neither I want to see his face…all I wanted from him was freedom which I have got…just tell him to sign the damm papers and give it to me..so that I can file them for good..and this headache is over for good…)
Surprisingly, again it isn’t Veer that answers but Angad – again his tone remorseful and sincere - “perhaps..she doesn’t want to look at my face even once veer..for the sight of me reminds her of the blunder I did?the sight of me probably disgusts her the most..right now..”
I don’t budge in my position though and the words leave my mouth on reflex – “ oh you bet it does disgust me the most…don’t you get it Angad Singh Brar…I don’t ever want to see your face again…”
“ the sight of my own reflection in the mirror has been disgusting me too Sahiba since that night…trust me..i haven’t been able to look at myself in the eye at all…I won’t be able to breathe with ease until I apologize to you sincerely a thousand times …please don’t take that chance from me away?? Its okay if you don’t want to forgive me for I know my apology doesn’t take away the disastrous impact of my action…but atleast give me a chance…to make my thousand apologies….to you…..please???,” answers Angad now – in a tone that is way too sincere and remorseful…as if he were really repenting..
Something about that tone of his…though…makes me turn around instantly now and I glare at him hard for a second and – even though I spot the guilt and genuine remorse in his eyes in that split of a second – I look away – “ there…you just made the apology…your job is done..I didn’t accept it…or acknowledge it..let alone think of processing it…so yeah…you have your answer now…so leave….now…just leave here now…”
But does the man leave?
No. Instead he slumps himself down on one of my art stools upfront and says looking down on his feet – “ ab sochta hun…toh samajh aata hai…shayad shuru se hi…mujhe kabhi digest hi nai hui tumhari yeh guts Sahiba…shayad ussi se chidta tha main…”( now that I think of it in retrospect…I realise now…that perhaps…I could never really digest how gutsy you were…your guts always irritated me…”
WAIT.
WHAT?
Where did that come from all of a sudden?Outta his mouth?
I look at Veer whose been staring to and fro in between of Angad and me all this while and he says – “ aap dono...bast karlo...pls.." ( talk it out please...)
I shake my head - "Veer…jaao…yahan se…please…isse leke jaao…”( Just leave Veer…just leave…and take him out of here…”
Again to that – Angad answers sighing his whole vibe engulfing to that off dejection and shattered shambles - “ nai jaa sakta yahan se…tumse hazaar baar sorry mange bina…aur tumhare help ke bina bhi Sahiba…infact tum dono ki help ke bina…tum dono ki madad chahiye…mujhe…Veer….Sahiba..”( no…I can’t go from here..without making sincere apology to you a thousand times …and cannot even leave here without your help Sahiba…infact I need both of yours help on this Veer…sahiba..)
Wait.
Has this man lost his marbles…he thinks I’ll help him?After all that he did? Nooo..never…
I confess the same fuming asking him leave again. Veer tries to pacify me and asks Angad what did he mean by the latter and Angad finally just looks at me as if he were completely broken and he says – “ tab bhi nai help karogi…agar main kahun ki yeh tumhari seeirat di ke baare mein hai…tum police ke pass gayi thi na…kyunki tum uska pata lagana chhaiti thi…toh main yahi toh batane aaya hun tumhe…ki pata lag gaya hai mujhe…ki woh kahan hai…aur kiske saath hai….pata lag gaya hai mujhe…ki woh kiske saath bhaagi thi uss din….”( won’t you help me if I tell you this is about…your Seerat di? You went to the police the other day to find out about her if she was okay etc right? si I am here to tell you that I know where she is…that with whom she is..that I finally know with whom she eloped the other day…)
That from Angad drains my face of all colour and I end up asking on reflex - restlessness and worry for Seerat di retruning to consume me – “ kya?? Kya bola tumne? Tumhe pata hai seerat di kahan se?kiske saath bhaagi thi??kaise pata chala tumhe?yeh sab…”( what???? what did you just say? You know where she is? Whom she eloped with? How did you find all of this out in the first place??”)
Veer asks looking at Angad shocked too – “ paaji…yeh kab…pata chala aapko…??”(paaji…when did you get to know all this??)
Angad sighs at that as he looks at me and Veer – with tears of pain engulfing his eyes now – “ Garry….she eloped with Garry…Veer…Sahiba…she eloped with Garry on the day of our wedding...the one she eloped with is none other than Garry..…”
Veer exclaims shocked the hell out of his mind – “ whattttttttttt???????”
I want to exclaim the same stunned as well. But I can’t simply seem to find the words as shock’s choked my voicebox. What did Angad just say? Seerat di eloped with that freaky Garry? He's a freakshow. My intuitive alarms always go into red alert around him. But can I state that too Veer and Angad? Just yet?
No...
Why?
Because - the only bit I can do – is just gape at Angad Singh Brar stunned, shaken, frozen – as Veer and me – watch him breakdown and finally succumb to shattering anguish – in the way we thought we’d never see him…do so…ever….in his life...
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Meanwhile @ Brar Mansion
Jasleen's fuming pacing in her room because her precious Garry wasn't picking up her calls. She exclaims frustrated - " dammit Garry...pick up the phone...pick it up...our media plan has failed for thie evening..it has so failed..."
She fumes within as she recalls the bits from the hallway five minutes ago. Gurleen had come around exclaiming happily to all showing her phone - that Angad Singh Brar had been spotted with Veer at a govt school near his wife's art shop - supporting her solid on a small event in the govt school - on this pious event of Guru Angad Dev Jyoti Jyot Diwas...
The pictures from the moments had gone viral online. All of Ludhiana online was now heaping praises on Angad supporting his better half come what may and honoring her roots. More pictures from him headed to her shop in the market place with Veer had been going around too and the buzz was now that - perhaps given he is so dedicated to his work he understands his wife's dedication to her art which is why he's taking so much interest in her work already....
Daar ji and Bebe were over the moon - listening to this from Gurleen.Daar ji had stated that he knew that angad would eventually take the right step to apologize and make amends perhaps this was what it was about...
Jasleen had felt so helpless in the moment pretending to be happy about this development along with Prabhjot when deep within she was obviously sulking.The only saving grace for Jasleen was that there was one other family member who was sulking as much as her due to this - and that too in front of all - that memeber being Manbeer Parjayi..
Oh the shocking look on Manbeers face post Gurleen's revelation...had been quite the sight. But now if only Garry would pick up the phone she could tell him to cancel the media hungama planned for this evening...and come up with another plan to target Anagd and Manbeer!
Why wasn't - Garry picking up her phone? Jasleen fumes again in Wonder...
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Tadaaaaa!
How was that guys??? I really loved penning this down – hope you all enjoy reading this..will be waiting to read your precious feedback
Next Update (Will come up Tomorrow) Take 6 : Anguished Conversations
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