Part 1:
It was a
beautiful Sunday evening; the sky was glittered with red, yellow and orange
colors as the sun was settling down for the day. It had been a long and tiring
day. Usually people spent Sunday's relaxing with friends and family, having a
good time. However, if you were in the antiques business the weekend was more
like the work week and the work week was more like a weekend; Friday, Saturday
and Sunday, the three busy days for Old Treasures (Antique Shop). There
was always a constant stream of customers and admirers in and out of the shop
on those days. The good thing was that her work was now over and for the next
two or three days she would have time to spend with the person she missed so
much while she was at work.
Her hands were full with grocery bags,
her purse and a notebook, yet somehow she managed to push the kitchen door of
her parent's house open. As soon as she set foot into the house she knew
something was wrong; the house was quiet, too quiet. "Mom?" she
called out, and waited for a response.
A few seconds her mother, Teji Maan, came
into the kitchen. "Tum aagayi." her mother said. Teji's face was
pale, and her eye brows drawn into a slight frown, but none the less a smile,
be it fake, was plastered on her face.
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At that moment she knew what something had
to be gravely wrong. Her mother never spoke in Hindi, her native tongue, unless
the situation demanded it; usually that meant that something great was
happening, she was mad at the world, or something had gone terribly wrong. The
look on her mothers face told her it was the latter of the three. Her father, Balraj
Maan, had been born and raised in Bakersfield,
CA. He was a very open and modern
man for his times (according to traditional Indian cultures). Her grandfather,
Vinod Maan, had come to the US
when he was a small child so basically grew up here. Her grandmother, Naina Maan,
also grew up in the US.
It was a shock to everyone when Balraj
had decided to marry Indian born and raised Teji Chopra. Vinod and Naina still
had strong ties to their motherland even if they were raised in the US. It was a
tradition that they flew back home to see the family every two years, at least.
Balraj at first didn't like it because it was so different from what he was
used to. When he had started going to college the visits stopped for almost 6
years, the time it took him to earn is MBA from USC. He had finally gone back
for a cousins wedding, and that is where he had met Teji. She was a bubbly,
fun-loving girl that stole his heart in one glance.
After Teji and Balraj had gotten married they
moved into a house in Tehachapi, a small town near Bakersfield, Ca. They ran a successful
contract business and raised three beautiful girls. Teji was so taken by the
new American culture that the totally changed her ways. She wore jeans and
shirts and high heels, she took an ESL class and began speaking English.
She was always the cool mom who let her girls express themselves. She was more
of a friend than a mother in most cases.
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What scared her the most now was the fact
that her mother was speaking in Hindi. The last time she heard her mom speak in
Hindi was almost four, four and a half years ago. She had returned from London, where she was
going to school for Art History, and dropped the biggest bombshell the family
had to ever deal with. That is when the thought occurred to her, but no, it
couldn't be...it just couldn't be...not now; not after all these years. Now,
she was getting really scared. Her eyes quickly scanned for her three, almost
four year old son. "Mom, what happened? Where is Aarav?"
Teji twisted the ends of her stylish scarf
with her hands, "Darling..." he moms voice finally spoke, almost
a soft whisper, "...tum tension maat lo. Aarav bilkul tik hai, woh aapne
nana-ji ke saath fishing kaarne gaya
hai."
She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that
her son was off doing one of his favorite things, fishing with her father. It
was a regular ritual during the summer for the two Maan men. The went fishing
mid-afternoon, and in the evening they came back with the tales of the huge
fish they caught but decided to let go because Aarav felt bad for taking them
away from their families. But it still didn't settle with her that her mother
was still speaking in Hindi. "Mom, if everything is alright, why are you
so tensed? Is it Ashlesha or Meher?" she asked.
"Nahin...woh dono tik hai."
"Then what it is Mom? Mom, you are going to
give me a heart attack if you don't tell me what is bothering you...soon."
Teji began to shuffle her feet and fidget
even more with her scarf, "Aab main tumhe yeh kaise kahoon?"
The fear that had managed to die down a few
seconds ago, was now back but with more force and fury. Her heart began
pounding hard against her chest and her breaths became quick and shallow. "Mom,
come on tell me. You are really beginning to scare me now. What happened?"
"Heer...woh vaapas aagaya...he's back." her mother finally replied.
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JAZ
Edited by jnawaz - 15 years ago
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