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Shifted Sensitivities
She left the baby at home, and took off, he bumped into her literally on the back stair case, as she acted like she was going up but actually bend down to fix the edge of her chiffon skirt
He tipped her over, holding her with his waist
She grunted, pulling away primly
"I am going out" she said leaning on the balustrade
He leaned on the opposite side, checking her out
She looked fuller on the top, umm, ya, she was fuller
"Where to" he asked
She looked at him like NYOB, and softened her expression when she realized she was leaving her precious gem with him
"Umm... abhi pata nahi" she said aloof
He suppressed a smile, from a year and a half ago
When he cornered her at Sam's or this house she would act exactly like this
Faking aloof behavior
"Will u know before u get there?" he asked softly
Crossing his arms, across his chest
When the question sunk in
She scowled
They heard Manya and ranjan fighting over Nivi in the formal dining room
"Usko dekh logey please?" she asked
He wondered if he should ask for a "fee" and some how gut her chances of leaving home altogether
She looked earnest and guileless
"How long" he whispered
"Nice try!!" she accused
He half smiled, and cleared his throat
"4? 8 hours?" he mocked
"Nivi is a BABY..." she reminded
He smiled nodding pleasantly
"Have a good time" he said
She wasnt ready to go it looked like to him
Manya came into the kitchen holding the baby
II turned away startled, as if she was single and Manya had walked in on "them"
"Arey tum abhi gayi nahi?" she asked
Nivi tried to focus on the swaying flowing skirt from 15 feet away
"There is a loose thread that keeps tripping me" she said
"Dimpal dhoondke de raha tha?" Manya cackled
Nivi heard II's voice from across the room and cooed "ooouumm" II smiled self consciously
"Chor kahin ki" Manya scolded her rocking as she held her
"Dekho to, she knows u are here, if u want to go, jao abhi, u got a Ph D baby sitting her"
"Do I have to pay you?" II asked playfully
Manya laughed
"I am torn... on the one hand I am unemployed, on the other... SHES TOOO TOOO CUTE... CHO CHWEEET... UMMM" she cooed and kissed Nivi's fatt cheeks
Her hair falling all over her face in long wispy curls
II wanted to run and grab her and crush her
She slowly walked in Manya's direction, Manya stood by the tall kitchen table with gingham cover, where the family usually ate non formal meals
He sat down on the step watching
"How about u pay me" Manya looked at Nivi's face
"NOTHING" she cooed, burying her face in Nivi's fat belly
Nivi gurgled, trying to grab Manya's hair
"Is he going too?" Manya asked
II turned
R&B shook his head
"PHEEE--UUU" Manya wiped imaginary sweat
"Is daaaku ko akele kaise manage karoon?" she cooed to Nivi
She had taken an instant liking to Manya
That deep growl of a voice
She cooed excitedly
"Main isko lekar jaaoon, commencement?" Manya finally (to Sydney?)
YA SURE!!
UR DIMPAL WILL FLY DOWN FROM PARIS
UR DAD WILL COME TOO
U CAN ALL BE A BIG HAPPY FAMILY
I MEAN NOOO
ABSOLUTELY NOT
SHE IS MINE
RAKSHASAN IS MINE
I WONT SHARE EITHER
"Umm" II searched for a polite response
Manya was hurt "OMG!! Even for mazaak u wont let me?" she asked
"Agar usne jaan dena hai to main tey allow nahi karanga" Ranjan came in speaking loudly
The tiny Rakshasi spazzed cooing...
"Dimpal, hafte ke liye le jaaoon?" Manya begged
He smiled from the stairs
'"Ja gudiya, maine pehra dena hai teri laadli ka" Ranjan reassured hugging II
"Thanks" II smiled
"Daddd" manya scolded
He stepped down the stairs
"Do u need a ride?" he asked
"Umm nahi" she nodded
He walked out with her to her car after she grabbed her purse and phone and keys from the runner table by the Monet
"Would u send her with Manya?" she asked leaning on her car door
"What do u think?" he asked
He bend down and kissed her softly holding her chin
"I cant" she whispered
"What?" he asked
"Think" she said...
~~~
Manya held her with a longing look, in her arms
Ranjan cleared his throat , many times, and squeezed her shoulder
"Kee rakha Australiach, laut aao puttarjee" he whispered
"Manya looked up at him somberly
She was playing a game of catch up
She was married and and not
She wanted to be a parent, but didnt have any of her own
She hoped to have a career but didnt
"Ma ne" he began
"Ma ne... " he said again
"Ma never wanted me to divorce Sanjeev" Manya spoke softly
Ranjan swallowed a lump sitting down
"U are right, if I come back, even if I cant have any of my own... I can see these three grow up"
Ranjan couldnt help but cry uncontrollably, at how resigned his youngest daughter was to the games of fate
They were alone at home, he was overcome with compassion for her
He loved all three equally... no he didnt
He loved Manya the most
The irregular child is the one you love the most
The one with uneven jagged edge
He sighed
He wanted to tell her emphatically she must marry again and have children
Thats what parents do
But he feared for her. He feared if another heart break awaited her
He had watched R&B and II walk out of the dining room together
Their child secure in Manya's arms
He had worried for R&B the most two years ago
She left the baby at home, and took off, he bumped into her literally on the back stair case, as she acted like she was going up but actually bend down to fix the edge of her chiffon skirt
He tipped her over, holding her with his waist
She grunted, pulling away primly
"I am going out" she said leaning on the balustrade
He leaned on the opposite side, checking her out
She looked fuller on the top, umm, ya, she was fuller
"Where to" he asked
She looked at him like NYOB, and softened her expression when she realized she was leaving her precious gem with him
"Umm... abhi pata nahi" she said aloof
He suppressed a smile, from a year and a half ago
When he cornered her at Sam's or this house she would act exactly like this
Faking aloof behavior
"Will u know before u get there?" he asked softly
Crossing his arms, across his chest
When the question sunk in
She scowled
They heard Manya and ranjan fighting over Nivi in the formal dining room
"Usko dekh logey please?" she asked
He wondered if he should ask for a "fee" and some how gut her chances of leaving home altogether
She looked earnest and guileless
"How long" he whispered
"Nice try!!" she accused
He half smiled, and cleared his throat
"4? 8 hours?" he mocked
"Nivi is a BABY..." she reminded
He smiled nodding pleasantly
"Have a good time" he said
She wasnt ready to go it looked like to him
Manya came into the kitchen holding the baby
II turned away startled, as if she was single and Manya had walked in on "them"
"Arey tum abhi gayi nahi?" she asked
Nivi tried to focus on the swaying flowing skirt from 15 feet away
"There is a loose thread that keeps tripping me" she said
"Dimpal dhoondke de raha tha?" Manya cackled
Nivi heard II's voice from across the room and cooed "ooouumm" II smiled self consciously
"Chor kahin ki" Manya scolded her rocking as she held her
"Dekho to, she knows u are here, if u want to go, jao abhi, u got a Ph D baby sitting her"
"Do I have to pay you?" II asked playfully
Manya laughed
"I am torn... on the one hand I am unemployed, on the other... SHES TOOO TOOO CUTE... CHO CHWEEET... UMMM" she cooed and kissed Nivi's fatt cheeks
Her hair falling all over her face in long wispy curls
II wanted to run and grab her and crush her
She slowly walked in Manya's direction, Manya stood by the tall kitchen table with gingham cover, where the family usually ate non formal meals
He sat down on the step watching
"How about u pay me" Manya looked at Nivi's face
"NOTHING" she cooed, burying her face in Nivi's fat belly
Nivi gurgled, trying to grab Manya's hair
"Is he going too?" Manya asked
II turned
R&B shook his head
"PHEEE--UUU" Manya wiped imaginary sweat
"Is daaaku ko akele kaise manage karoon?" she cooed to Nivi
She had taken an instant liking to Manya
That deep growl of a voice
She cooed excitedly
"Main isko lekar jaaoon, commencement?" Manya finally (to Sydney?)
YA SURE!!
UR DIMPAL WILL FLY DOWN FROM PARIS
UR DAD WILL COME TOO
U CAN ALL BE A BIG HAPPY FAMILY
I MEAN NOOO
ABSOLUTELY NOT
SHE IS MINE
RAKSHASAN IS MINE
I WONT SHARE EITHER
"Umm" II searched for a polite response
Manya was hurt "OMG!! Even for mazaak u wont let me?" she asked
"Agar usne jaan dena hai to main tey allow nahi karanga" Ranjan came in speaking loudly
The tiny Rakshasi spazzed cooing...
"Dimpal, hafte ke liye le jaaoon?" Manya begged
He smiled from the stairs
'"Ja gudiya, maine pehra dena hai teri laadli ka" Ranjan reassured hugging II
"Thanks" II smiled
"Daddd" manya scolded
He stepped down the stairs
"Do u need a ride?" he asked
"Umm nahi" she nodded
He walked out with her to her car after she grabbed her purse and phone and keys from the runner table by the Monet
"Would u send her with Manya?" she asked leaning on her car door
"What do u think?" he asked
He bend down and kissed her softly holding her chin
"I cant" she whispered
"What?" he asked
"Think" she said...
~~~
Manya held her with a longing look, in her arms
Ranjan cleared his throat , many times, and squeezed her shoulder
"Kee rakha Australiach, laut aao puttarjee" he whispered
"Manya looked up at him somberly
She was playing a game of catch up
She was married and and not
She wanted to be a parent, but didnt have any of her own
She hoped to have a career but didnt
"Ma ne" he began
"Ma ne... " he said again
"Ma never wanted me to divorce Sanjeev" Manya spoke softly
Ranjan swallowed a lump sitting down
"U are right, if I come back, even if I cant have any of my own... I can see these three grow up"
Ranjan couldnt help but cry uncontrollably, at how resigned his youngest daughter was to the games of fate
They were alone at home, he was overcome with compassion for her
He loved all three equally... no he didnt
He loved Manya the most
The irregular child is the one you love the most
The one with uneven jagged edge
He sighed
He wanted to tell her emphatically she must marry again and have children
Thats what parents do
But he feared for her. He feared if another heart break awaited her
He had watched R&B and II walk out of the dining room together
Their child secure in Manya's arms
He had worried for R&B the most two years ago
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