3. Decisions
"Dad! She wants to come with me."
"Hmmm...does she?" His father's furrowed
brows knotted together for a few seconds, then his face lit up with an amused
grin. "So our Amrit's daughter has a backbone. I like that!"
"What? Do you already know her
family?"
"Yes, her father is a close friend."
"Friend? And you let me...?" Stranger or
friend, anybody and everybody was fair game for Shiv Ahuja. But then, was Rishabh
any better?
His father shrugged. "So it'd seem
we have a problem on our hands or, rather, you
do. I wouldn't care either way, though if you stay married, it would make life
much easier for me."
"I didn't expect any sympathy from
you." Rishabh felt quite alone in his quandary.
"Ha! Wonder why she suggested that?
Perhaps she wishes to emigrate, or better still, she has fallen in love with
you," Shiv said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Rishabh looked doubtfully at him.
"I don't think so, but she does have a point."
"Again, if I were you, son, I
wouldn't hurry into anything. She has given you a way out and is not demanding
much in return. Think it over, the final decision is yours."
***
Rishabh thought it over.
He thought while gazing out the
window of his old room at a landscape that had become unrecognizable in the few
years he had been on his own.
Madhu came out of the bathroom
looking young and fresh in a maroon sari with a yellow border, coloring deeply
when she found him staring at her. "Is there something wrong with the way I
look?" she asked. "Should I change?"
Smiling, he said, "No, that color
becomes you." Then, as though he had uttered something terrible, he turned abruptly
and left the room.
Later, they went over to her parent's
place, where there were rituals, rituals, rituals...empty, meaningless rituals. And
crowds, laughter, silly inane banter.
It all helped him think; the chaos
gave him space.
It was weird; like he was an
outsider at his own wedding party. Her folks were nice people; indeed, they were
a neat, little, happy family. Though Madhu was her parent's only offspring, she made up for the numbers
with close friends and cousins. And she was quite popular, what with the way
everybody thronged to her. She sparkled, she glowed, and she blushed, playing
her part well. It was as though he were watching a movie in slow motion. No one
could have suspected.
He felt a nudge on his side. "What
happened, jiju?" A young girl stood
next to him, his wife's cousin he presumed. "Haven't you had enough of di's beauty that you have eyes for
nobody else?"
He smiled. If only they knew the
truth. But he wasn't going to spoil their fun; they were all but innocent
spectators at the grandest sham of the decade.
If she could put on a front, so
could he. He joined in the festivities. The celebrations were in his honor and for his benefit, so
why not? It was unlikely he would ever tie the knot again. He enjoyed all the
attention, to be treated like a king.
"Son? Is it okay if I call you beta?" his father-in-law asked Rishabh; he
had kind eyes.
Rishabh looked over to his wife"what
an odd-sounding word"and she mouthed a silent, "Please." Then she smiled, her
eyelashes drifting down in shy discomposure, carrying on as though it was one
of the happiest days of her life.
"Of course! Zaroor! Think of me as your son, Daddyji!" Rishabh reached down to touch his feet, but his
father-in-law embraced him. Rishabh thought he saw tears in the man's eyes.
He had made his decision.
4: Frontiers
"He has agreed! Oh,
Mama, he has agreed!"
The happiness and relief was so
immense for Madhu that she wanted to jump up, grab her mother, and do a little
dance around the room like she had done on the day she had won her first trophy
at school. The gamble had paid off; she had bought herself some time.
Time during which she could maybe... She
regarded herself critically in the mirror.
What could this other woman possess
that she didn't? People had extolled on her beauty ever since she had been a
babe in her mother's arms, or so she had been told. And she didn't exactly hate
the way she looked"if it wasn't for that tiny black mole, which made its
presence known above the right side of her generous mouth. Her mama called it
her beauty spot; one that would protect her from the evil eye. But it was the
least of her concerns.
Madhu watched as her mother folded
her clothes into an enormous suitcase. She handed her the maroon sari; it had
become her favorite though she personally didn't care much for the color
combination.
Mama was feeling forlorn, yet
putting on a brave face for Madhu's sake. She knew she would cry when she bid
her good-bye, but those tears would be shed in happiness. What would her mother have done if she knew this was but
a gigantic deception?
Madhu couldn't bring herself to
imagine how heart-broken the woman would be when she found out their
one-in-a-million son-in-law had no intention of keeping up with his promises.
"These airline carriers allow for
such limited baggage," Devyani lamented, shaking her head as she packed what
she could into her daughter's already overstuffed luggage. "I have put in some
pickles, spices and sweetmeats, household things are now available there as
well, so I've heard. Ask damaadji, he
seems like such a nice boy. You are happy, aren't you, my child?"
Madhu smiled. If only she knew. "Yes, Mama, I'm very happy. Yes, he'll take care
of everything."
***
In Rishabh's favor, he appeared to be making a fair
effort, and for that, Madhu was grateful.
"Don't worry, your daughter is my
wife now. I'll take good care of her." Rishabh sounded sincere as he reassured
her father who appeared to be struggling with the idea of letting her go; she
was so very close to him.
Though she didn't feel like weeping
that day, somehow the tears flowed unabated"of betrayal and regret, more for
her father that his dreams would soon be shattered.
She was caught in a panic as they
waited at the airport departure lounge as they waited for their flight to the
U.S. All of a sudden, she didn't want to leave with this stranger. The whole
family had gathered to bid her goodbye. She listened quietly to all the
good-natured advice, but let most of it float over her head.
"I've heard over there everything
is available on credit; don't get carried away," her father said.
"Don't wander off anywhere alone.
Always have your husband with you," this from her mother. "Cook his favorite
foods and listen to what he says. Be an obedient wife."
And the usual conspiratorial aside from
her mother's annoying sister, "Don't rush to have kids, wait for a couple of
years. It is of primary importance to make sure your husband stays hooked. You
cannot trust these men." That one was
unnecessary.
Rishabh was having a tough time
though, not taking very well to the constant ribbing from her male cousins, and
she really didn't feel like stopping them.
But then he took his frustration
out on her. "You better take those off," he said curtly, indicating her thick
gold bangles, "unless you want to miss the flight."
And then later as she gazed at
another new bride whose face was proof enough of her happiness, he startled her
by putting an arm around her shoulders. He also grazed her forehead with his
lips, which she thought was uncalled for. This sparked a lot of uneasy loud
whispers.
"He lives abroad, that's why."
She flushed with anger and a yet
unknown turmoil as he grinned, mocking her, conveying a warning in not so many
words.
It was distressing; perhaps she
should have accepted his initial offer?
Later in the huge 747 as she
struggled in economy (Rishabh had refused her father's gift of business class seats) to crouch as far away
from a lanky middle-aged man with a particularly vile breath, he came to her
rescue and exchanged seats.
"I guess I should sit next to you
since we are legally married, aren't
we?" His blunt sarcasm made her chest hurt.
Then he chuckled when she started
chanting the Hanuman Chalisa under
her breath. "You would have to repeat that at least a million times before we
are on solid ground again."
"But I hate flying!" She looked
terrified as she wiped her sticky palms on her long kurta. The only flight she
remembered being on had landed almost as soon as it had taken off.
"The chances of us crashing are as
remote as you climbing Mt. Everest, unless you really want to," he said with a
sympathetic smile.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Well...I happen to know this plane
inside and out. It's something I do!" he answered, a glint of pride in his
eyes.
She was intrigued, and the rest of
the journey was spent in her getting a free lesson on the intricate mechanics
of a jumbo 747. Her fears flew away as he eulogized the virtues of its engines
as if they were the most wonderful creatures in the world. It had her wishing
fervently that one day she would be the subject of his incredibly intense
passion. But that scenario was far from likely she thought with a disconsolate
smile on her beautiful face.
Her only solace being that he
seemed to find inanimate objects much more interesting than living ones. There
appeared to be some light at the end of the tunnel.
Tbc
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