Winds of change...
He held her until 7 or 7:30, when she woke the TV was turned off, and she was draped in his throw, navy with silver stripes
It was like hugging him, all his things were classy and understated
She lay in bed, the balcony light was on, she realized he must be holding her
She went out and he was reading
"Enge aval" (where is she?") she asked
"Downstairs" he said
She leaned on the sliding French door frame.
He went back to his book, and looked up
"I will go down" she said
He didnt call out for her
She turned back and walked up to him "Do u have ur tickets?" she asked
He shook his head
OFCOURSE!!
NO WORDS
PAAVI!
She showered and changed into a floral chiffon skirt and a white skinny blouse, and a denim jacket
Amma called her to yell she had missed paatu class
Singing had brought II "back" from the depth of sorrow
Amma had spent many afternoons after school either picking her up from MM or driving down directly from KV and sitting down with her making her sing for an hour
sometimes two
II held the baby or Amma held her, as they sat cross legged on the floor, on the dhurrie
Somedays Amma brought her music teacher along, somedays Appa came home early, and came by with II's fave snack from INA or Sarojini Nagar
ranjan's eyes glistened with gratitude at such open display of care and concern
Sam stayed away cautiously
R&B was a lil envious, but tried not to show
II's family reminded him of his own... from 11 years ago when Nandu was born
Ma would drive to Shanti Niketan for spa appointments, foot massages, mother-daughter movie dates
They would do whatever wealthy South Delhi women did
He would sometimes call, at 3 PM or 4 PM, since he never slept, and the girls (Sam and Ma) would be giggling and having a good time
He envied the easy, spontaneous warmth and affection of the Iyers, it came easily to them
He didnt have a natural flair for it, but Ma took with her whatever semblance he had left in him.
He had been able to apologize to her one night about asking her to back off about how he addressed Ranjan
He couldnt meet her gaze, she was astute she must have figured out, it was hard for him
"I only want to say he cares for you" she said softly
Even admitting Ranjan felt the same for him from 6 years ago was like a fairy tale to him, fantastic and unreal.
He fought with those demons daily, and mostly succumbed...
Choosing to be alone even while in the presence of others
As if Nivi sensed it, and wanted to change it...
Ranjan came up with a squirming Nivi, he smiled as he handed her to him.
R&B lost his train of thought
He dropped his book and grabbed his daughter, she was now dressed in a frilly polka dotted onesie
Jenny had changed her, after a spit up Ranjan said
"Neeche le aa, agar soti nahi to, mere kuch dost aa rahe hain" Ranjan said with pride
"Will do" he said politely
Ranjan paused at the door and turned
"Mann kadva na kareen puttar" he said softly "She is doing "OK" but, time de jara" he supported II
"Will do" he said again
II wandered out... through the master bedroom French doors
Ranjan was gone...
Nivi was groaning sadly
She picked her up, and felt Nivi suck her shoulder, then her chin, then her thumb, audibly
"Did u give her pain killers?" she asked
"I didnt" he said
She looked gorgeous he noticed, svelte, sexy and well rested
He wondered if he would have make up sex tonight...
They were similar in a sense, they loved to let resentment fester, until it got to a tempetuous fever pitch.
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