A Coffee, a Tea, Stars and Some Talks
Her palms rubbed her arms, as a cold breeze caressed her skin, as an attempt to produce some warmth. The persistent torrential rain that had lasted for a week had left its chills in the air. She didn't bother if it was midnight. She put down her bare feet, pressing against the cold floor and she got her head in her lap. The last couple of hours hadn't been pleasant. The guilt of her negligence towards Cookie was consuming her to the extent where she could neither eat nor sleep. Cookie had dozed off in her lap right after she fed her the dinner and she had stayed with Cookie, for over two hours, cuddling the tiny little figure, adoring the sleeping angel, assuring herself that Cookie was alright and hours later, she had stepped out of the room after double ensuring that Cookie was sleeping fine and had walked up to the terrace.
How could I be so careless with Cookie? How could I? She was filled with remorse for letting her attention get off Cookie. Anything could have happened. She wasn't just a girl anymore. She was a woman with a responsibility - responsibility of a kid.
The flashes of an unconscious Cookie continued haunting her, almost suffocating her. She thought that, a while on the terrace, would help her breathe but it didn't do anything rather than adding on to her misery.
She held her gaze at one particular star before travelling it around to find him. Her heart ached, her eyes brimmed and, soul cried. Why do I have to fail at everything I do, Baba? She passed just another question at her father like she usually did, despite knowing there was no way with which he could answer it for her.
Oh how much she missed him! She had spent countless hours in the nights with her father, watching the different element residing in the infinitely ranged sky. The father - daughter duo was insanely fascinated by astronomy. She would insist for a tale almost every other night and her father would gladly accept. She missed the long conversations she used to have with him - about stars, constellations and just anything they could view up there.
"Coffee?"
His voice broke her reverie. He stood there, with his one hand folded to his back and another, holding a mug of coffee in front of her.
She was slightly taken aback, definitely surprised to have him there, at that hour of night. She tried for a smile anyway, despite the pool of emotions clouding her mind. "I don't drink coffee." Her hand once again reached to her arm to fight the cold air.
He took his hand back, wordlessly and got his another hand that was behind his back and held it in front of her. "Adark - Ilaychi wali chai."
Her eyes shot up right after she heard him. He couldn't be serious. Really? She rose on her toes to look inside the cup in his hand and her mouth fell open. "I genuinely appreciate your stalking skills. Teach me some?"
He fought the smile that was dying to appear and he sat beside her once she grabbed the cup from his hand. "Anyday."
"Why did you ask about coffee it you already knew I do not sip it?"
"I didn't. I sure know about your liking for the tea but was clueless about your thoughts for coffee. I wasn't sure what you would prefer right now, so I brought both."
Silence resonated in the already quite atmosphere when she chose not to act surprised to his gesture. Perhaps, because she was so occupied with her own thoughts that she wasn't willing to question anything.
Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he struggled to speak what he was there for but looking at her sipping her tea, he waited for her to finish.
"Prerna."
"Hmm?"
"I am sorry," he mumbled an apology for the thing he did that was burdening his heart. "I shouldn't have talked to you the way I did. I didn't have a right."
She shrugged it with a small smile. "It's okay. I didn't mind because I was at fault. I was careless. I was negligent but it wasn't intentional. Wo Shivi -" She left the rest of the words in the air, and he didn't ask for the same, clearly getting that she wasn't up for sharing it with him.
He was amused at the woman's reaction. There was no doubt that what he did was just not done. He had shouted on her. Had screamed at her. Hadn't let her touch Cookie in that moment. Had said a lot of stuff that wasn't on his part to utter and she was saying it was okay?
"It is not. We had a deal. You would get married to me and I would get Mr. Basu out. I did not mention anything about Cookie to you. You taking care of Cookie wasn't a part of our deal. At least we did not have it verbally but you, after knowing it, still accepted Cookie, loved her and became her mother. I don't get to make you feel like I have brought you as her nanny because I truly haven't. I admire you for the kind of a woman you are to my daughter and I am grateful. I don't know what came over me and I -"
"Fear. Fear came over you to see your daughter lying unconscious in front of you. You know what Mr. Bajaj - hear it from me today. Cookie is not my liability. I don't consider her one. I am not taking care of Cookie because you have married me whatsoever and I am bound to look after her because she is your child. Honestly, it has got nothing to do with you. All that I do for Cookie is solely and solely because of what and how I feel for her and for what and how Cookie feels for me. I don't know if you would understand when I say, it is a surreal feeling to have a kid who is not your blood and yet so attached to you. Cookie is mine because she considers me as hers and that makes an unsaid agreement that she is mine to look after."
Mine to look after. He was amazed for he had no idea that her perspective towards Cookie would be so different that he had ever thought of it. She left him tongue tied.
Putting aside everything that was running in his mind, he whispered a thank you to her and she acknowledged it with her another smile.
"You are a good soul, Prerna."
She heard him earnestly confess and it had her chuckle. "Right. That is why I keep on losing the people I love. Baba. Anurag. Maa. Shivi."
It wasn't every other day when she voiced out the extent to which she was broken and it twisted something in his heart. He was responsible for her suffering. He had been selfish in taking her for his daughter without bothering what all she lost because of it.
"I certainly can't say that you are good man but you definitely are a good father. Perhaps, best for Cookie."
The duo sat in a comfortable silence for several more minutes, with one admiring the other for his love for his daughter and the other... ridiculously wondering if there would come a day when... he would be best for her as well.
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I am terrible at names so when I am stuck, I go back to my old stories and shamelessly steal names of chapters and bits of my own stories for the new tales. 😆
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