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Posted: 16 years ago

#51

PART 37(A)

[Next day]
Smita was dandling her baby within her arms...she was cooing a little...after drinking the milk......She was looking into the eyes of her baby affectionately....so deep they were....so expressive..yet innocent....With her fingers she was stroking the baby's apple-like cheeks...very softly & gently....sometimes....she was taking the baby more closer...& sniffing her child-like odur.......The baby was almost closing her eyes in warmth...& to have a peaceful sleep...
After a while the ayah came ..& said---memsaab...aap jaiye....baby so gayi hai......Smita laid her down within the cot.....& came out of her room....to go to the kitchen......There chachu was preparing the breakfast....& to see her..he said after a broad grin---pher??...mere poti uthi hai kya??
Smita smiled & answered--uthkar dudh pee kar phir so bhi gayi hai.....
Chachu smiled & again asked---aur chhotebaba??....Smita's smile ebbed slowly away...which converted into a deep glance.....
--kya huya bahurani? chhotebaba abhi tak utha nehi??
Smita startled to hear the voice of chachu...& answered being a little uneasy---woh to......thik hai......main.....dekhti hun......She quickly went away from the kitchen....& headed towards Daya's room........The door seemed locked....still...she pushed it though lightly....the door opened a little....but she didn't notice Daya there peering through the door.....she was hesitant a little....but entered there slowly.....Daya wasn't there in the room....Smita thought might be he was bathing..so she was about to go....but....stopped.......as....her eyes stucked.....with the opened writing pad.....she headed towards it....& stopped to see her name.....on the first page.....had been written....at least fifty times.........Smita was totally awestrucked ......she couldn't avert her glance from the paper....where her husband....had written her name.....with so much care....&.....with a little fervour.....Smita....smiled lightly....the corner of her eyes were getting moistened....but wakened to get a sound....& quickly went out of the room....But she felt...a storm inside....her breaths were getting warmer....her heart beats were getting raised....her cheeks,ear...everyting was feeling a scorching heat.....she flushed in crimson...in shame......& slowly came into the kitchen again....within a trance.....Chachu was surprised ....he asked again--chhotebaba utha hai bahurani??....but Smita wasn't aware about her surroundings...she stared somehwere vacantly....with a tint of shame within her eyes...& a glint of happiness....within her lips....she took a potatoe...& started to peel off.....chachu was totally astonished...he again asked--bahuraniiiiiii.....
--ha...
--kaha khoye huye ho??...maine breakfast to bana liya hai....
Smita was embarrassed.....& lowered her eyes in total bashfulness...& said---nehi....main....to.....she stopped....to hear the voice of....Daya---chachuuuuuu....breakfast bana hai?....jaldi do....office me der ho raha hai.......
Smita felt her raising heart beats...she was totally abashed...& a little nervous.....to think--koyi mere dharakte huye dil ko sun na le.....
but in no way...she could resist the turbulent storm inside her....
Chachu & Smita...came outside...& noticed Daya ..in the dining table waiting for the food....being prepared for office....
chachu said--arey..tum itni jaldi office jayoge....mujhe to pata hi nehi chala....subha se darwaza band karke......bahar kyu nehi aye?..ekbaar to kahoge..ke aaj jaldi hai..barna to..
-chachu stop it....Smita jolted to hear Daya's scream.......chachu too was totally confused.....Daya stood up....& said---khana nehi bana hai...to chala jata hun.....isme itni bato ka kya zarurat??....he was heading towards the main door....chachu started screaming & pelading---arey maine kya woh kaha??....arey maat jao aise...kya ho gaya hai tumhe???....itna gussa kyu??...maine to....Smita ran to him...& stopped coming just infront of her husband.....Daya lowered his eyes....& stopped.......Smita's eyes were roaming over him....to suss out the reason....of his anger....& irritation......After a little...she took Daya's palm with her own...& asked gently---kya huya hai??
Daya disnegaged his palm from Smita's.....& answered with a sombre voice---kuchh nehi huya hai......
Smita was still trying to feel...the state of Daya's mind....she again asked gently----khane ki upar.....gussa kyu ho gaye???...
Daya turned his face towards the other side...his jaws were getting visible....& a reddish tint was too visible within his face...he answered curtly---kharidke kha lunga.......
A sharp thron immediately pierced her heart.....eyes filled with tears.....she slowly tossed her teary eyes up...towards her husband.....& pleaded---aise maat jao.....
Daya wasn't looking at her.....but he was batting his eyelid...within least intervals...in excitement....staring at the ceiling...he said ...again---bura.....adat....dalna nehi chaiye.....in dino me........bohot...bure adat dal liya.......
Tears were flooding Smita's cheeks.....she was stiffened like a stone....Daya too was standing there....panting with a little in excitement.....
Smita slowly....wiped her face off...with her Anchal....& took Daya's wrist watch & handkerchief.....Daya showed her his handkerchief....taking out it from his pocket...& his watch on his wrist.....& said after a peeved gaze upon her---le liya maine....woh kaha na....bure adat....dalna......nehi chaiye.......
Smita was feeling a stab of sharp pain inside her....which was throttling her breath......Daya stormed out through the door...within a minute......

[3 p.m]
Smita was sitting beside the large window of her room.....to gaze at the tiny...very tiny.....trees...far away ........they were looking .....so grey.......she was cogitating deeply...with a twinge of affliction inside her....Daya's words were still haunting her---bura adat dalna nehi chaiye......in dino me......bohot...bure adat.....dal liya......
her throttling pain was melting as tears & started to spill down through her cheeks.....she quickly wiped it off....& looked upon the baby cot....the baby was sleeping peacefully........she once came closer of the baby.....patted her almost bald head....with care....& returned to the window...again......She was feeling a bit groggy.....but her mind was still musing about the morning.....Daya's angry face, his piqued voice....everything....she was thinking ...closing her eyes.......& at the same time was lashing herself---kyu agaye tu....Daya ke zindegi me???.....woh to bas....Hema ki yaad lekar khush tha.....Hema bhi to wapas nehi ayi??.....kabhi ayegi woh???....shayad nehi ayegi.......tere waja se Smita.....tere waja se......tune use....ane nehi diya.....shayad.....yehi sochke...hi.....Daya.......
--bahuraani....Smita's straying mind jolted to hear chachu's voice....she quickly turned her face & noticed chachu....was standing with a wrinkled face....she didn't say anything....even she hadn't the power...or wish to say any word....chachu pleaded---kuchh kha lo bahuraani.....subha se....paani tak nehi piya tumne....
Smita said in apathetic voice---tum kha liya na chachu?
chachu started to sob...& after a while he said---ghar ke raani kuchh nehi khayi...aur main...
--nehi....nehi chachu.....aise maat bolo......she muttered hurriedly...& within herself...she said---is ghar me to....kisi aur ko....raaj karna chaiye tha....is ghar ki raani to.....woh hai chachu.....
chachu said sobbing his heart---bahuraani....ghar ki laxmi agar aise khana se ruthi rehti hai.....to ghar ka akalyan hote hai....chalo....kuchh kha lo...bahuraani.....
---main kha nehi sakti hun chachu.....mere gale se .....khana nehi utrega....Smita said almost murmuring the words....
chachu was getting very angry--ane do use.....aise taqleef deta hai woh tumhe....dat ne ka bhi to koyi hai nehi....agar babajee zinda hote....to......to.....he was again sobbing in pain.....
Smita clenched chachu's hand....& said softly---tum kha lo chachu....jao...
--nehi.....tum laxmi ho....hum sabke ma ho......tumhe bhukha chhorke...
--chachu...Smita interrupted him with a soft voice & continued---ma hu na....beta ho na tum mere.....to ma ki baat man lo....jao...kha lo....jao chachu.....she was trying to persuade him with her soothing voice....chachu was crying....& at last he went ....to take the lunch.......
Smita closed her eyes.....& prayed silently to the gracious Almighty---Bhagwan....tumne mujhe jo diya hai....main kabhi woh pane ka....sochi bhi nehi thi........par aaj .....main tumse.....ek duya kar rahi hun.....tum.....mere pati ki mann ki.....har ichchha pure karna bhagwan.....unke dil me.....jo daba huya..dard hai.....us dard ko....tum door kar dena Bhagwan.....chahe isliye.....tumhe.....meri.....zindegi me.....tufan hi....kyu na lana pare.......par tum.....unhe....thori si rahat de do...Bhagwan........

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Suchi

@suchi_dev2006

Voyager

Posted: 16 years ago

#52

PART 37(B)

[4.30p.m]

Daya was sitting on his chair....stretching his hand ..& staring vacantly at the celiling......His dirty dried hairs...rugged face,onedays' weeny stubble on cheeks...everything was indiacting his seclusion..from the world....A violent,turbulent cyclone was blowing inside him....which made him groggy, weak...& tired.....
Ashok tapped the door..--sir...may I??...
Daya didn't say anything..though he noticed him.....
Ashok came inside..& said---sir.....apne lunch nehi kiya hai.....madam ake.......kab ke kab....aapke lunch.....
Daya quickly tossed his face up..& frowned---kisne ??
Ashok told cowering his head down---woh....madam ne....
Daya's face went stern....he forcibly swallowed a lump of pain....& harshly said--tum bahar jao...aur please...koyi aye...keh dena...mujhe disturb maat kare....
Ashok went with wrinkled face..& shut the door on....
Daya sighed...in distress.....cringed his head down.....kept his two palms over his eyes....to avoid the unwanted galre of light....but within the stark darkness......he saw.....his wife......her woebegone, tear-flooded face....With closed eyes....he felt his tears which was getting soaked by his palms.........He moved his two palms.....& wiped his moistened eyes....& opened the table-drawer......to take out....the ..photograph....of his...wife.....his..wretched wife.....his caring wife,......his....altruist wife.......his magnanimous..wife....his wife....who was a source of ....compassion.....care....affection.......&........&.......love......
Daya's eyes were being blurred with tears.......Smita....wearing a ordinary green sari...without make up.....with her straying straggling hairs...flying here & there......a sweet innocent smile...pervaded her whole face....The image of sheer compassion & affection.....The imgae of a kindling diya....who..tries to illuminate the whole world....enduring the pain of singeing with the fire......The image of pattering rain....who tries to slake the thrist of nature with its spatting drops......Daya felt tears were getting him drenched.....His doleful mind started sauntering through the past days...passed moments....which he lost.....without feeling intensely...He recalled the day...with tearfull eyes...That had been a busy day...he had been in hurry...to reach the office....While doing haste..to wear the off-white shirt....a button tore off.....Smita had come hurridly & asked him to give the shirt .....He was in hurry.....& with a bit irritation he refused to obey her.....Smita .....on that day ....had come closer....to sew the button.....she had been sewing the button with care.....& Daya..had been...forgetting...his office schedule....his heart had been beating rapidly.....as he had been watching his wife....her reddish tint...her lowered eyes.....her well-smudged sindoor within the part of her head.....her little swinging ..ear-rings....her tight bun...which had been on the verge of getting lost...& after getting it finished..when she had tossed her eyes up...for just once...then he had been feeling a frisson of pain inside to see her wide,loving, yet lovelorn eyes....
Daya closed his eyes......but no.....still she came ....within his heart....as he felt her touch.....her compassionate touch....His mind was padding through the moment he had laid down onto the couch....& some chinking noise...& a soft gentle touch...over his dust-filled tousled hairs....when he used to pretend to be in sleep....
Daya kept the photograph within the drawer....& shut it.....& then slowly.....went to the washroom.....to have a splash of cold water upon his tear-suffused face......daubed his face with the towel....& then took a bottle of water....to drink.....but....stopped....as.....Smita's thirsty, hungry..ruefull face started to exude....infront of his eyes.....With a grief-stricken face....he started questioning himself---kya woh.....ek bund paani piya hai??...kya khane ki ek dana bhi .....abhi tak muh me diya hai usne??....abhi abhi......baby ko janam dekar.......kitna.....kamzor ho gayi hai woh.....bhuk bhi....zada laga hoga.......aur maine.........He kept the bottle on the table without drinking water......He took his coat & wne out of his room....slowly...with a little shambling steps......
Ashok just ran out to see him & asked--sir..aap.....files bagera??
Daya answered with a devastated voice--pls....mere ghar bhej dena....
Ashok was surprised ...but before he could ask anything further....Daya strutted out of there........

[Shiraz Apartment] [6p.m]

The door-bell rang..loudly & again & again indicating the waiter's impatience..& worry.....Smita ran towards the door...but sharply got reprimanded by chachu---bahuraani....tum andar jao......main dekhta hun....aur ha....aisa bechaini maat dikhana...bilkul maaf maat karna use....woh...mere ghar ki lakshmi ko...bukha rakha hai....samjhe??...jao....tum andar jao......Smita was reluctant....her heart was torning apart....but...she went inside her room....& was waiting with bated breath for the coming moments......
Chachu opened the door.....& kept gawking....as he saw ..devastating Daya....his head was stooping down due to weakness & stress......He came inside with wan pale yet inquisitive glance.....He was looking around....with the crave of his heart....
Chachu was ready to scold him..& he started without wasting any monet--kya huya?? ho gaya tasalli??...haa?? par gaya gussa? itni jaldi??...kyu??...aur thora waqt le lete apna gussa ko thanda karne ke liye....taqi.....hume ..aur taqleef...hota....
Smita closed her eyes in ineffable pain....just behind her room-door....
Daya didn't say anything..only cringed at the floor with sheer guilt & repentence......his face had shrivelled with stress, tension, guilt, & dejection....He was silently enduring every scoffy & harsh words of Chachu....
Chachu continued---pata nehi...ghar ki shanti se kya taqleef ho gaya tumhe??...nehi..chalo...koyi hangama macha dun.....dekhu...ki logo ko mere kitna parwa hai.....chahe..un logo ko kitni bhi dard ho....usse mujhe kya!!!.....
Tear-drops were falling from Daya's eyes....straight onto the floor....
Chachu continued to chide him---kyu??...sar jhuka kar khare kyu ho???...ha??..jawab do mujhe???...aur taqleef kyu nehi pauchaya???....now chachu's face started to crumple up in pain....he continued to speak in choked & trembled voice----pata nehi tha tumhe......ke...bina khake ghar se nikal jane se.....ghar ka akalyan hote hai????.....bolo????....
Daya was stiffened like a stone...tears were raining down from his eyes....
Chachu scremed out---pata nehi tha tumhe......ke....ghar ki lakshmi....agar bhukha rehti hai......to....kisika.....bhuk...nehi mit te hai???...Daya quickly tossed his face...suffused with tears....& stared vacantly at chachu.....chachu wasn't being able to stop himself---kya tumhe pata nehi tha.......ke....ghar ki lakshmi ki akho me.......agar asu aye......to......he now started sobbing instensly & finished his unuttered words with difficulty---to.....ghar...me....hamesha.....dukh hi.........He was whimpering intensely.....untill....Daya slowly...spluttered with tremulous & impassioned voice---tumne.......mujhe.....kyu nehi roka chachu??.....kyu dat ke......mere.....galti.....sudhar.....nehi diya chachu??.....
Chachu was blubbering badly....& now he said with diffuclty---bhala hi.....tumhe....god me charake.....bara kiya hai.....par......ho to...tum.....mere malik na....naukar hun main tumhare......he again burst into tears....Daya slowly came closer.....& knelt before him.......& pleaded with a voice full of chagrin---mujhe.....saza de do..chachu.......
Smita was tossing & turning...in a singeing pain.....she could bear everything...but her husband's cowering ruefull face....
Daya touched chachu's feet slowly..to blubber---saza do chachu....bohot dardnak.....jaise bachpan me.....diya karte the......
chachu couldn't control anymore....he took Daya within his arms....& started yelping--chotebabaaaaaaaaaa..........kyu itna nadan ho tum???.....abhi bhi kya....woh umru reh gaya???......tears were getting them drenched slowly......Daya was feeling his childhood snuggling up against chachu....closing his eyes.......After they could ameliorate their turbulent emotions....chachu said..still whimpering.....agar saza chahte ho....to unki pas jao chhotebaba.......jo subha se.....tumhara hi rahe dekh rahi hai......jo.....ek bund pani bhi...apne gale me.....nehi dali hai.......jo..ek dana khane bhi....apne muh me.....he couldn't say anymore....Daya was gazing at him with tear ful eyes....though his mind was somewhere else......
Smita was trying to repress her wince, flinch of her blubber....by her whole energy.....pressing her Aanchal onto her mouth......& when..she heard the noise of Daya's foot-steps.....she quickly...wiped her eyes off....& tried to make herself prepared for a smiling face....but..she..couldn't.....everytime..her face was being twitched in pain.......
Daya...today....was going ahead..within a trance....even he forgot to tap at her door..which he uded to do before...he opened the ajar door...& entered....& stopped to notice....Smita......at the edge of the window.....Smita intentionally was turning her face away.....but she couldn't .....she turned her face...to see...her devastated,dejected husband.....he was coming towards her.....slowly...shuffling his legs with difficulty.....She was feelings a rapid throb within her heart....but before feeling it intensely......Daya reached infront of her.....His gloomy dreary face, the morbid glumness of his parched lips.....his apologetic,woeful eyes...all were crumbled her heart into pieces.....She slowly kept her eyes on his.... sheer contirtion was refelcting through his tearful eyes.......As..he was getting closer.....she was losing herself.....
Daya raised his shivering hands....to clench...her two hands....& when....he touched her......Smita's eyes almost were getting closed....but she didn't wish to close.....her thirsty eyes ...were desperate to wander through her husband's woebegone face......Daya came closer......cupped her cheeks..within his palms...keeping aside....her straggling hairs.....now....Smita....closed her eyes.....to feel....the warmth......of her husband.....& kept awaiting with bated breath.......

The landline rang loudly......Chachu received it...
--hello...
--hello...chachu...main bilwa baat kar raha hun...Villa se....
chachu: villa se??..ha..kya huya hai??
Bilwa:.Chotu bhai hai?/...koyi baat karna chahta hai....
chachu: kaun hai??...abhi baat karna hai??
Bilwa:ha..abhi....bohot zaruri hai....woh...saab logo ka ek rishtedaar hai...
chachu was surprised & said--rishtedaar??...
Bilwa: ha chachu....jaldi chotu bhai ko do na....
Chachu knew that Daya had gone to Smita....he was hesitant...& moreover he wasn't eager at all...but Bilwa was insisting him continuously....He went to the door....& tapped loudly....intenstionally & called--chhotebaba....

Daya was within a trance....getting his wife.....so closer....he was just about to....but....startled...as Chachu tapped the door.....Both disengaged them from each other with sheer embarrassment....& then....Daya said being a little composed--ha..chachu...kya huya??
Chachu went inside...& gave the handset to Daya..& informed him--tumhara phone...Villa se....
Daya was totally astonished--Villa se??...
He took the handset...& with sheer surprise...let out--hello...
--hello....a sombre voice answered...
--ha...kahiye...Daya was totally confused......
--can I talk to Mr.Daya Saxena?
--jee kahiye....Daya answered couteously....
--Daya??...now the voice became a little soft..& hesitating.....
--hha...aap?...Daya couldn't identify the caller....
--main.....main...Anandraj Singhania...baat kar raha hun....
For a moment...Daya left totally gobsmacked......he couldn't react....To get a call from any "Singhania"..was itself a big shock for him.....He was jolted by the voice of Mr.Singhania...--hello...hello Daya...sun rahe ho??
With a total muddled state of mind...Daya answered stammering--hha....kahiye...main......mmain sun raha hun.....
A.S: dekho......main tumhe......isliye call kiya...ke.....he was hesitant...but shrouded the hesitation with his sombre voice & damn persona---ke...ma jee....bohot beemar hai.........woh....ekbar..tumhe dekhna chahti hai.....
Daya was speechless...Everything was happening so rapidly that he wasn't being able to get the time...to react.....He again wakened by the voice of Mr.Singhania--hello...Daya...
Daya made him strong.....& composed..to answer--ha...
Anandjee now..said..with nearly a pleading voice--mujhe...pata hai...ke....tumhe....ane se....achchha nehi.....lagega....par ....ma jee....
Daya interrupted with calm voice---kaha jana parega?
Anandjee:woh......Long-Live Hospital me.....5th floor....cabin no..281....
Daya was totally baffled...he couldn't understand what to tell..what not to....
Anandjee said after a pause---Daya....ma jee tumhe....expect kar rahi hai.....insaniyat ki nate......ek baar....aa jaoge.....he cut the line ...& Daya could only hear the sound of dial tone......but still he was clenching the receiver within his hand....
Smita & chachu both were surprised...& a bit worried to perceive that...it wasn't a normal call for Daya....After a while..Smita asked him gently--kya huya hai Daya???...
--ha??..Daya was awakened to hear Smita's voice....
Smita again asked--kiska phone tha Daya???....
Daya cut the line.... looked here & there...tried to check himself back.....& then cowered his head down.......His face was pervaded with a reddish tint....
Chachu went out of the room to left them alone.....
Now Daya spluttered out...feebly with a little tremor in voice---Anand uncle ka phone tha.....Singhania House se......
Smita was still staring at him with inquisitive eyes....Daya again cringed his head down...& muttered---dadi ki ......matlab.....Hema ki dadi ki.....tabiyat bohot kharab hai.....He was hesitant...
Smita was surprised....Daya disconcertingly continued---woh....mujhe....dekhna chahti hai......to......main......He was twiddling his nails to utter the rest....but still continued--soch..raha tha...ke......
Smita took Daya's palm within her own...& murmured slowly----kya soch rahe ho Daya???....
Daya kept his eyes on her wide eyes...her eyes were desperately wandering through his own....he again breathe out---kisine....tumhe....is halat me....dekhna chahti hai.....yehi to......jaane ke liye....kaffi hai Daya.....aur pher.....woh to......Hema ki dadi hai......
Daya was gazing at his wife....with a mixture of surprise....& veneration....At the same time...his thristy eyes..too were trying to suss out something precious...within her deep eyes.....
Smita again murmured---tumhe jana hi hai Dayaaaaaaa.....jao.....
Daya's face swathed with hesitation, guilt & an unknown anxiety......Smita rumpled his hairs.....with care....& again breathe out---jao.....jao...Daya....
Daya sighed....& very slowly...disengaged his fingers...from Smita's light clench.....He turned back...to go...but....stopped...&..again came back infront of his wife...kept his palm ..upon her straggling hairs....& mumbled---tum....kuchh ..kha lena....thik hai??....main bhi......kha....lunga......
Smita nodded with her brimming eyes.....Daya smiled lightly......& then turned back to go away......

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Suchi

@suchi_dev2006

Voyager

Posted: 16 years ago

#53

PART 38

Pensylvania, USA

Dusk was approaching slowly...spreading the different hue..within the indigo

sky......The trees were seeming starkly dark against the sky.....& a sweep

of chilly air was passing by..rustling through the leaves......
Digman falls was looking great, beatific, so green,,verdant the bush were

beside the rocks.....vibrant blue water was dancing through the uneven

rocks......She had come nearly at the edge of the waterfall ...& sat on a

plain rock....stared at the sky....with her two apathetic eyes.....& then

took some pouring water within her palm.....to feel it....Her palm was

getting reddish with cold....but she was unaware.....with her deft fingers

she was trying to pluck the lichen on the rocks.....but her mind was

straying ..far.....far away.......staring at the sky..she was trying to

cover the vast distance between her &..........Her trance got over as a gale

of bleaky breeze dashed onto her....she started feeling cold & crumpled

inside....darkness was prevading the nature slowly..but it had its own

beauty....She got up....to return to the hostel.....
Today she didn't attend any classes...Even if she would attend...she

wouldn't concentrate there......Three years passed....still this

day...haunted her.......to take her breath away...to throttle her giving a

sharp pang of agony.....So she wandered through ...the

countryside.....staring at the snow swathed trees......blue-indigo sky...&

listening to the warble of birds.....& feeling the warmth even within the

ice cold temperature......
She started to return back with short slow steps.....The croony...soppy tune

of "Salute D'Amour" was wafting along by the breeze....
Olocust walk was already lit up with lights.....as the christmass was coming

in the end of the month.......She was shuffling slowly.......with cogitating

mind...suddenly....was called by someone--heyyyy....Emmie...what's up?...
She turned back & noticed Suzan there....She didn't say anything..only

simpered at her ....Suzan asked her surprisingly--hey??..what

happened?..where the hell were you all the day??..didn't attend a

class?...madam williams was asking about u.....
She didn't give her any answer....but kept hobbling down the

street...slowly....
Suzan was surprised...She again asked giving a blow on her

back--hey??...what's up?..is everything all right??
She said with a fleeting smile--yeah...
suzan: no...somethings is terribly wrong....you r not okay....
She now smiled & said--what happened to u??...today u don't have any

date??...
suzan smiled & kept going along with her friend....
As they entered into the hostel....suzan bumped with Richard...both were

irritated...--oh hell...shit..can't u walk looking straight?/..but he became

silent...to see Suzan's friend...& said in a soft voice--hiii..Emmie...
Emmie: hi....
Richard hurriedly said to Suzan--hey babe...Alex is waiting for u...He then

winked at her....Suzan was gleaming with an unknown joy...& asved

eagerly--My Gawwwwwwwwd..& u r telling now?/ where??..
Richard: oh ho..u have forgotten??..
Suzan gave him a hard blow on his arms & asked--yeah..pls.tell me...pls its

urgent.....
Richard pointed his finger far--thereee...just go...hurry....
Suzan started running.....& now...Richard said---hi Emmie..r u okay honey??
--I'm not honey...she answered with a stern voice...
Richard: okay okay....I'm sorry....but why did u absent today in design

class?? it was an important one...
Emmie didn't answer.....
Richard was minutely watching her...& now he told in low

voice--Emmie...sometimes..i feel...that....u have no interest ..in this

course....as if someone has forced u to pursue this course.....am I right??.
Emmie stared coldly at him for few moments & then answered curtly---no....
Richard: then why u r so indifferent about the classes..yeah...u score

always good..but....
--but what??...Emmie asked frowning at him...but before Richard could say

anything...the hostel supervisor Mrs.Liza..Stevenson called--heyyyy..heyy

Emma....come here...your call ...from India.....
"India".....After so long...she heard the name of her country....She was

about to run....in excitement...but......stopped....& slowly..with steady

steps...went into the reception room..ro receive the call....After

exchanging a courteous simper with the supervisor....she received the

call--hello...
--Hello...hello....Hema??....chote chachu....kaisi hai tu???
After a long...she heard her name, her language...& the voice of her

relative...but she was restrained....with a measured voice ...she

answered---main thik hun....waha pe??
--waha pe teri holidays shuru honewali hai na??....
--ha...bas teen din baad se hi....kyu??..
---tujhe isi waqt India ana parega...
Hema was stunned......She never returned India...after coming here...in the

past three years....even in the holidays....she didn't want to return

there.....now...to hear this...she said harshly--nehi....main holidays

me...India nehi ja sakti hun....meri........dusri plan hai......
--teri dadi beemar hai....tujhe....ek baar.....dekhna chahti

hai......shayad...tujhe.....aur kabhi.....aisa....
--nehiii....Hema screamed out...loudly...but quickly repressed the storm

inside her.......& said...gulping back a clod of pain---thik

hai...main.....main......koshish....karungi........
--thik hai bete....apni khayal rakhna....achchha..he was about to cut the

line...but Hema asked hurriedly..with a little pant---chote chachu.....ma

kaisi hai??
--achchhi hai....achchha...main rakhta hun....do din baad main phone karunga

phir se thik hai...sab kuchh jan ne ke liye..tujhe phone nehi karna

hoga....samjhi??...
Hema didn't answer...only stared vacantly holding the receiver...
The line cut down......Hema....slowly...kept the receiver......
Mrs.Stevenson asked her to see her grim face---Emma...what's wrong??...
Hema gave her a nervous & short titter....& shaked her head to indicate

"Nothing".....
She turned back....& went to her room.....Her room-mate Suzan wasn't

there.....She came infront of the window....& gazed at the sky

again....There's something was seeming mysterious....so beautiful...yet...so

dangerous....clouds had been daubbed with reddish tint......Hema was losing

herself musing about ---India....wohi...desh.....wohi...sarsarati

hawa.....wohi...chiriyo ki chahak ...sukhe patto hi ahat......rang birangi

titli....wohi...phulo ki khushboo.....wohi....barish ki

bundein.....wohi....lehre...aur wohi......lehro ki

awazein.....wohi.....chanda.....wohi shaam.....aur urte huye chiriya.....
Hema closed her eyes.....pain was rippling within her heart...She raised her

hand to pluck a stooping flower just outside the window...& when she plucked

it....she noticed it minutely...That flower had been called as...bleeding

heart...yes...the heart of the flower was bleeding...white flower..& within

its heart..red blood was as if oozing out...She kept musing ..about the

flower..& thought..at least the world could twig..how it had been suffering

..by its bleeded heart..but....who....couldn't show it??..who would come to

feel her pain???....now a days she didn't have even tears....the unbearable

pang of agony couldn't be melted......she tried to make her understand not

to return to India...but........dadi???.....Her affectionate face was

splashing infront of her......her gentle pat, her soft deft fingers through

which she used to comb her hairs....everything was so vivid...still now...It

seemed to her that dadi's voice was thundering into her

ears---didiiiiiiiiiiii.......nehi ayegi betiiiiii???...khaffa hai mujh

se???...par tujhe jo bohot sari baateein batana thaaaaaaa.....Hema was

startled....her eyes became wide......& with drifted mind.....she

murmured----ye....kya..sun rahi hun main??.....kya..sun rahi

hun???........She started running......& within the corridor...invariably

tumbled..against Richard.....he was surprised to see her running like

that...but as per naughty nature....he asked playfully---heyy Emmie....where

are u rushing for??...hey??...
Hema felt moisture...within her eyes...after so long.......she crumpled

up...in pain.....Richard was trying to give comfort to her....but he was

damn surprised....to notice tears in her eyes.....
Hema was a little embarrassed....she started walking....wiping the tears

off......Richard was going along with her...as well & was trying to rile

her---heyy..Emmie...Emmie...pls....what happened?? tell me??....why are u

crying like this??.....Emmie.....Emmie...Hema was getting riled..& she burst

at last screaming her heart out--oh stop it Richard!!!!....
Richard was stunned....Hema too...wasn't happy to hurt someone..but

said--pls....leave me alone....pls....pls....leave me alone.....Her voice

was getting soft & dreary.....
--no..no I can't.....Richard too screamed out.......Hema stopped...& kept

looking at him..with surprise.....
Richard lowered his eyes...& then said----somebody has left u

alone.......but......but...I can't.........
Hema sighed...& said in a devastated voice---Richard...I've to go to

India....
Richard was surprised...& asked--is everything all right Emmie?...
Hema didn't answer...but stared vacantly at the ground.....Richard kept his

hand over Hema's shoulder & said--hey...u don't worry...u just be prepared

to go there..all right??....Everything would be managed....got it??...
Hema gave him a titter.....& continued to walk...
Richard was again surprised & asked her--heyy..where are u going??..ddn't u

got it??..didn't u understand..that....he was interrupted by

Hema---Richard...pls.....I have to manage my own affairs....I don't want to

disturb anyone just for myself....got it???....She kept looking at him for

few moments..& then went on her way.....
Richard kept looking ..& then murmured slowly---I've to know Emmie...about

the secret of your sorrow....

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Posted: 16 years ago

#54

PART 39

As Daya reached at Long-Live Hospital, he started feeling his raising heart

beats....an unknown excitement was trying to swathe his mind

desperately....He went to the reception & there before he could ask

anything...he noticed Mr.Anandraj Singhania....He too came rushing to see

him..& glanced at him gratefully..Both climbed up at the 5th floor..without

exchanging any word..& then as they stepped into the corridor...Daya noticed

at least half of the members of Singhania House...Someone was sneering to

see him..some were looking awefully..& some were cringing their head down in

sheer embarrassment.....Daya too was embarrassed & disconcerted to be

involved in such an imbroglio...He lowered his eyes & was following Anandjee

silently.....Within a minute..he entered into cabin no.281 where Mrs.Ramrani

Singhania was lying in a delirious state......Daya was stunned & immediately

a frisson of pain he felt inside him.....Those cherishable moments started

to ooze out infront of him..when he was barely a child ..& used to spend his

time in her affectionate lap...along with Diksha & ......Hema....
He came back at the present to hear the voice of Anandjee..He was calling

his ailing mother very gently..Daya tried to stop him...but.....he

restrained himself..with a muddled & befuddled mind....When Ramrani

Singhania showed the sign of being wakened..Anandjee called Daya

nearer....Daya slowly went ahead....nearer...his & Hema's....doting

Dadi...the source of unconditional love & affection....
Anandjee said in a gentle voice--maaa....ma.......Daya....aya hai

ma.....dekho......
Dadi started panting..slowly....raised her frigid shivering hand..towards

Daya....Daya was nervous.....with a total confused mind.....he sat on a

stool just beside the bed....Ramrani Singhania was scrabbling

desperately..to touch Daya.....Daya....finally held her hand....she started

sniffling with noise....Daya got scared....Ramrani Singhania....was stroking

the cheeks..the chin..the ruffled hairs of Daya desperately......& was

trying to say something......Daya's face crumpled up....with a mixture of

pain & ..scare....to see the death ..so intensely........He helplessly was

looking at Anandjee....He was too getting nervous....as Ramrani Singhania

started gasping for breath......she only could

utter--Dah....Dah....aa....woh......woh........
Anandjee quickly called for doctors.....Three doctors immediately rushed

there along with a gang of nurses.....Daya went into a corner....& kept

watching......One doctor pushed the injection into her hand....& then told

Anandjee---dekhiye.....aap log pls...is tarha....patient se baat karne

ki....koshish maat kijiye......kuchh bhi ho sakte hai....please....give her

rest....
Anandjee nodded his head being a little ashamed....Daya too was singeing

inside with guilt......
Doctor again said--pls....aap log ja kar...bahar baith

jaiye...niche....waiting stand pe.....par patient se..is waqt koyi bhi baat

na kare....to hi...achchha rahega.......They went out of the cabin...except

two nurses.......Anandjee sighed....in total dismay...& just when he was

heading towards Daya....to say something...Sid entered into the cabin....&

to see Daya...his face automatically had been distorted.....with sheer

hatred.......he was about to be berserk...to attack Daya verbally....but

Anandjee quickly called him---Daya...chalo bahar chalte hai.....
All three came ouside & now Sid couldn't restrained himself---chhote

chachu....agar isi tarha tum hamare dushmano ko dadi ke pas le

ayoge.....to..hum use bacha nehi payenge..samjhe tum????....
Daya was silent...& abnormally calm....Sid's words weren't affecting

him...at all.....He was standstill...Sid was almost shrieking in extreme

excitement.....but stopped getting a reprimand from Mr.Hrishiraj

Singhania......
Daya asked very mildly to Anandjee---unclejee...kya main....niche...wait

karu??...
Anandjee promptly answered with a gratified voice---nehi...beta...tum..chale

jao....Daya sighed....& smiled a little courteously...before turning

back....but stopped..to listen to

Anandjee---bete....bohot.....bohot.....shukriya.....yaha ane

ke....liye....ma jo tumhe.....dekh liya...yehi....his voice strangled in

pain....Daya was wrinkled in shame...& hurriedly said--ye...aap....kya keh

rahe hai..uncle jee??....dadi....to.....mera....bhi....dadi.....he lowered

his eyes down....to quell his agony....His face turned crimson..in repressed

pain......Anandjee controlled himself...with difficulty....& nodded...& at

last tapped upon Daya's ruffled hairs....Daya folded his two palms to

respect him....& turned back to go away......At the edge of the

corridor...he noticed Mr.Pururaj Singhania.....He quickly turned his face

away with sheer embarrassment.....Daya slowered down his pace....though

something with perplexed mind...& then went infront of him.....Purujee was

getting drenched by his own perspiration....sweat drops were glistening over

his forehead......Daya asked him with a very humble voice---kaise hai

unclejee??Purujee once squinted his eyes at Daya..& answered with a nervous

guilt-filled titter--achchha hun....
Daya again asked--aur...aunty jee??
--woh bhi....thik hai..he answered lowering his eyes down....Daya was

silent..After a morbid pause..he again said with an obsequious

modesty---agar...dobara....mujhe bulane ki.....zarurat

pare.....to...bejhijhak...bula lena uncle jee......Puru jee tossed his face

up with surprise...& glanced at Daya....His modesty was touching his

soul...He was going to keept his hand upon Daya's tangled hairs...but

stopped to hear Sid's voice---Papaaaa.....
His voice was abnormally rough & harsh...Without wasting any moment...he

said in shrill voice--tumhe chhote chachu bula rahe hai...dostors se baat

karne ke liye.....
Daya smiled courteously at Purujee...& went out of there......
At the parking..where Daya was about to step into the car..suddenly someone

tapped him from behind....As he turned back....he was totally surprised to

find..Sid there...His truculant face was being uncomfortable for Daya to

endure....He said slowly with a repressed yet angry voice--apne bhai ko keh

dena.....ke woh jo kuchh bhi kar rahe hai....uska asar..achchha nehi

hoga....He glowered his eyes at Daya & after a cold stare..he went towards

the lift......Daya was totally astounded...He frowned by himself to think

about Sid's words..& after getting into the car too....he kept musing

about---bhaiya....aisa ..kya kiya hai??...zarur..aisa kuchh

hoga....jise...Mitali ki...swarth ko....koyi thes pauche hai....par tab

to...bhaiya ki ......Daya was getting perturbed....& slowly headed towards

his residence......

[Shiraz Apartment]
Smita was very much worried for her tired pale wan husband who had been

hungry since the morning....She was toeing & froing through the

rooms.....Chachu noticed it....& straight told her--bahurani.....ye tumne

achchha nehi kiya...tumhe chhotebaba ko....waha par jane nehi dena chaiye

tha....Smita was surprised....she kept gawking at him for sometime...& then

spluttered with total astonishment---ye..kya keh rahe ho chachu??..koyi

beemar ...unhe dekhna chaha..aur woh bhi....is halat

me....main...main....unhe..kaise rokti?....kaise unhe...itni swarthi ban ne

ke liye.....kehti???...Chachu sighed to face Smita's innocent questions...&

answered with a vexed voice---ban na sikh lo bahurani.....tumhari is chachu

ne....duniya dekha hai.....His voice was being choked occassionally.....but

he continued--isliye keh raha hun bahurani....tumhari patidev ko to.....koyi

akkal hai nehi.....sirf dil ke behkabo me ake...kaam karte rehte hai.....aab

tumhe hi to..lagam kasna parega.....he stopped for a while.....Smita was

silent.....Chachu again said---ye.....Singhania ghar ke sath.......koyi bhi

taluqat rakhna....thik nehi......ye baat...aab...tum bhi....He couldn't

finish as the doorbell rang.......Chachu quickly opened the door....Daya

entered with slow...tired steps....being totally devastated &

exhausted.....Smita was staring at her husband without batting an

eyelid..without taking a whiff of breath....Her eyes were only wandering

over Daya...He tossed his stooped face...at Smita...& asked with a wan

smile---tumne....kha liya hai na??.....
Chachu answered instead of Smita---achchha baat karte ho tum

chhotebaba....tum bhukhe chale gaye..aur woh khaye?? aisa kabhi aaj tak huya

hai??....khana to kya...ek pal kya baith payi woh??? sirf ghar bar kar. rahi

thi.....aur...pher...
--chachu...Smita muttered..with a mixture of shyness....& worry....Daya was

listening to chachu..& now he turned his face towards Smita to keep a glance

over her...Smita lowered her eyes down.....& asked....tried to be

normal---dadi kaisi hai...Daya??....Daya cringed at the floor...with a grim

face....didn't answer.....& straight went to his room shuffling with

difficulty.....Smita stared at the path her husband went on..with gloomy

eyes....her face was reflecting the utmost worry & concern for her wretched

husband......but she was awakened to hear from Chachu---bahurani...ye

lo..chhotebaba aur tumhare khana ..ghar me leke jao...barna woh...khayega hi

nehi.....Smita tried to repress herself..& took Daya's plate ..from

chachu...to go to his room....Chachu smiled wryly....with satisfection....

Smita entered into Daya's room.....but didn't notice him anywhere....She was

peering desperately...& finally noticed him....infront of the opened balcony

door....Moon was gleaming within the sky.....Daya had crouched there..on the

floor....contemplating at the beaming moon with the eyes filled with

tears......Smita....too...was gazing at......but...at her emotional

husband...his face was shimmering in moonlight....tears were glistening...in

the corner of his eyes......Smita couldn't switch the light on.....she

wished to pat over her husband's nest-like hair....wish to sqeeze out his

every pain..& distress...by her gentle touch....but......she restrained

herself.....& slowly....sat beside him....staring at him with

stark...stupefaction & eloquence within her eyes......They kept sitting like

this....untill a chilly air of winter..dashed upon them...& fluttered

Smita's straggling hairs...to touch Daya's face......Daya startled....Smita

too...was being concious.....Both exchanged...an uneasy...yet brimming

titter....Smita....then murmured...feebly---khana kha lo Daya.....subha

se....kuchh na khaya......Daya remained silent..only gazing upon at his

wife...for few minutes....& then whispered---woh to....tum bhi...nehi

khaye....Smita lowered her eyes......straggling hairs were disturbing

her....she tried to manage it.....Daya very slowly...took the food within

his hand.....& just when he was going to raise his hand....to feed

....her...Smita got up..to go away....Daya was hurt...a twinge of pain

started to smoulder inside him....he called...her..holding his

breath--Smitaaa....
Smita turned back....& let out her soothing shy voice---ha....
Daya again murmured..after a pause---yaha aao...
Smita came there with slow steps & being a little surprised....Daya got

up...& again breathe out---tumhe....bhukha

chhorke.......main.....main.....he lowered his eyes...& continted with a shy

voice--kaise kha sakta hun??....Smita was watching him ...till..he tossed

his eyes up...& raised his hand..to feed her........Smita's eyes brimmed

with tears.....she...clenched Daya's hand....& tried to be in pique.....
Daya was surprised....his eyes were gleaming with a ray... a ray of care &

compassion....he again breathe out---hey....kya huya??....
Smita's nostrills were puffing in ineffable pain.....she slowly

muttered---adat....bura ho jayega Daya......tum.....kha lo......
The gleam of a pure glee immediately ebbed away from Daya's face...instead

of that....a bitter guilt started to thron him badly....his face started to

swathe with resentment...guilt...& contrition........Smita was about to

go....but Daya....hurriedly clenched her hand....her soft hand...her

bangle-wrapped hand......& was taking her hand..nearer his face....Her hand

was feeling ..the warm breath....of Daya.....she closed her

eyes....forcefully.....to gulp her pain back........Tears started to spill

over....her reddish cheeks......She opened her eyes....to listen to her

husband's tremulous voice---abhi bhi.....naraz ho mujh se??....subha....jo

kuchh bhi.....kaha tha.....uske

liye.......main.....bohot.......sharminda....hun......Mere jaise....bura

insaan ko to.....itna..kuchh...milna hi nehi......chaiye........
Smita wasn't being able to endure....the mournful face of

Daya....anymore......Tears were getting her totally sopped....she shaked her

head.....& was about to place her palm over Daya's lips..to stop

him......but....stopped....& quickly.....took some food from the plate....to

feed Daya.....& spluttered with shaky...choked voice--pehle

khao.....kyuki...adat......agar bura hoga....Her nostrills were flaring

continuously....tears were dripping from the corner of the eyes

cntinuously...but she continued----to..pher.....dono ka hi

hoga......sirf....mere kyu....she couldn't continue anymore.....
Daya was giggling....with sheer pleasure....though tears were swamping his

face as well....but...the tears were of....the intense bliss......

Edited by suchi_dev2006 - 16 years ago

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@suchi_dev2006

Voyager

Posted: 16 years ago

#55

PART 40

[Fifteen days later]

Daya was sitting beside the baby cot..to see his daughter as well to play with her...The baby was cooing & crooning within her own world...stretching her tiny weeny hands & legs towards the sky....Daya was getting so much absorbed with the croon of the baby..that he too started humming.....He was touching the apple-like reddish cheeks of his daughter very cautiously..with his fingers....His eyes were filled with surprise, awe & sheer delight....He was speaking with his daughter in febrile voice---maa...mere Dhriti...pata hai...tu...tu.bilkul...apni ma ki tarha hai......haina ma?...The tiny tot was watching her father minutely..Her innocent & restless eyes were wandering through the face of her father..as if ..she was trying to be more familiar with the atmosphere of her home...Daya continued again with fervour without noticing Smita..at the door---wohi..bare bare...kale kale akheein....wohi..nak......wohi...naram naram gal.....wohi....hoth...
Smita closed her eyes to feel the words of her husband more intensely...She had already blushed in crimson...
Daya continued with frisky voice--aur...wohi...kale kale bal....bara hokar...hogi na mere beti ki lambe lambe baal??..hogi na?? he was crooning soothingly like a child.....
Smita was totally overawed..& riveted there like a stone...
Daya now very cautiously held the baby in his lap...& was dandling her with care...Smita smiled to see that her husband finally dared to take his daughter within his lap.....He continued to speak--hmmmm...bari hokar..sasural jayegi tu??...ma??..Is papa ko chhorke..chali jayegi??..hmmm?? bol na ma.....The baby was purring contendly getting dangled so gently by her father...Smita's eyes unconciously brimmed over with tears....She was getting more mesmerised..as she continued to hear more---jane dunga kya main tujhe?? hmm?nehi jane dunga mere rani beti ko......apne damad ko rakh lunga apne pass..He was smiling like a kid...& continued--dekha...tere na samajh papa...kya kya bol rahe hai??..sasural jayegi na tu..?? aur sabke zindegi..roshni se...bhar degi......apni pati ko....itniiiii sari pyar degi....ke tere pyar......uska sabse bara ...taqat ban jaye....haina???...haina mere rani beti??...thik us tarha...His voice lowered down...He started murmuring words fervently--jis tarha...teri ma..mujhe pyar karti hai.....jis tarha woh...mere zindegi se....sare andhera hathake....roshni se ..bhar diya hai mujhe.....js tarha...mere har dukho..ko....woh..khushi me badal diya hai.....mere asu ko...muskan me...badal diya hai.....
Smita was totally enchanted..bemused..& beguiled....She wished to be riveted there to hear the words again & again...The resonance of those words were clinking in her ears without any pause...but.....she was jolted from the trance listening the trilling door bell....She quickly went away from the door....& slowly...was heading towards the main door......but...the chinking resonance of Daya's words was slowly pervading her mind..to gleam her face with profound joy....Within trance she was heading for the main door...& slowly she opened the door....A lady of nearly her age..was standing there..with blue jeans...blue jacket..& bland cut short hair, fair-complexioned, slim, beautiful eyes..dried lips...Smita was surprised..as well the lady was...the lady frowned once...& then asked with fumble---Dddaaya...Saxena...yaha pe....rehte..hai?....Each words uttered by her were clattering with surprise....Smita answered with a confused & perplexed mind---jee...ha.....aap??...The lady's face pervaded with more surprise..She tried to answer---main.....main......main..
For a moment.....Smita..forgot to take breath....She continued to gaze at her agape...She wanted to splutter...something...but...couldn't.....she aske dthe lady to come inside by her hand...& ran towards her husband...& started to tap him......Daya was surprised..he asked her in soothing voice--kya huya hai Smita??..Smita could only pointed out the main door by her finger...Her breath was throttling everytime..as she was approaching to utter...any word......Daya was totally astounded..& ran to the main door....&...as he reached there.....he left....gobsmacked.....speechless....& totally flabbergasted......His eyelids....forgot to bat.....His breath was getting stopped...for a moment....They kept staring at each other....trying to mumble something...for some minutes....untill....Daya succeeded to utter a word---He..ma!!!!!!...Hema too got into the reality....to listen to .....Daya..Both tried to mitigate..the unbridled surprise...embarrassment.....& reticense......& Daya finally muttered slowly----aao..andar aao.....
hema came inside...but her glance was still upon...Daya......Daya wasn't looking at her.....After a morbid pause..finally he let out...with a heaps of hesitation...& embarrassment---baitho.....Hema was standstill...like a stiffened stone....She couldn't move.....
Smita was watching them from her room....her face had been suffused with tears.....but..she couldn't twig..whether the tears were of pain...or of the prayed happiness...Her heart was oscillating between the two extreme....She clenched her two palms & stared at up....to convey her gratitude to the generous Almighty......
Tears were dripping like river...from the eyes of Hema...she was expression less.....her eyes were still....& a bit vacant.....Standing infront of Daya...he was totally sunk...having lost her thinking power...Daya couldn't find any word...he too was cowering his head down...& sometimes...was moving his head here & there to over come the embarrassment..of unbearable silence..Within the profound & uncomfortable silence...the words of Smita..made him back in action...as she slowly muttered---Daya....main...pas me......Nidhi ki ghar me...ja rahi hun....Daya quickly turned his face towards his wife..& noticed ...that Smita was standing there with her sleeping daughter...She was prepared to go to their neighbourhood...to left them alone......Daya hurriedly stopped her---nehi.....tum....kahi nehi jaogi.....tum.....He was getting embarrassed.....but said mumbling----tum....yaha pe...ruko....main.....He squinted his eyes at Hema.....& then muttered--Hema....chalo..hum bahar chalte hai......
Hema slowly kept her eyes....over Smita...Smita too kept watching her with beseeching..& helpless eyes...Her face had been swathed with guilt.....Daya noticed both of them.....& then he again...gave her reminder--Hema....hum....bahar chalte hai.....Hema wiped her face off...& tried to be composed a little...She again glanced at Smita....& then slowly followed...Daya...to go away ..The main door was slammed with noise...Smita closed her eyes...to release out..the tears from her eyes with contorted face......

Daya & Hema...were mooning around the stranded streets..with sluggish steps..keeping the distance.....& unendurable silence..between them....Brisky gale of the late December..was dashing onto them to make their spines shivered....After almost fifteen minutes..finally Daya muttered feebly---kaise ho??
Hema once looked upon Daya..& then smiled a little ruefully....Daya noticed..a flattened rock..& said again---chalo..waha pe...baith te hai....
Hema stared at him..for a few moments...& then sat beside Daya keeping a distance......Daya tried to be normal---dadi...ke liye....he didn't have to ask...hema nodded her head with sombre face....
Daya again asked---woh...aab....
Hema answered in an apathetic voice---achchhi hai....
Daya sighed.....Hema closed her eyes to feel his warm breath.....Again silence was reighning the whole atmosphere...some horns of the car were wafting along by the breeze from far away...........Bees were purring...& the silence of the darkness started to rustle...through the trees.....Both were musing about the time..they used to share with each other....Hema's perky words....used to chink everywhere before being lost int he nature....& now....as she had no word to express herself....probably the nature was talking on behalf of her........
After some uncomfortable stifling moments.....finally Hema spluttered very slowly....with lots of pauses---tumhe.........naye....zindegi ke liye....................badhai......dene ayi thi.........
Daya was sweating a little....even in winter....His face turned crimson...with a mixture of embarrassment & intense pain........He couldn't say a single word......but Hema...again muttered----aur....ye bhi ......dekhne ayi thi........ke.....kitni jaldi.....koyi.......kisiko....bhul sakte hai....Her face pervaded with a dark gloom....Daya smiled ruefully......& after a pause....he murmured---bhulne ka.....path to......tumne hi......paraya mujhe....He kept staring at Hema without batting an eyelid..& without taking breath..he again muttered..but in acalm voice----chhay....saal me to.....kisika bhi.....mann....badal...sakta hai....haina?? he then glanced slyly....at her........
Hema smirked mildly....& the again muttered---bhulne ke liye..........chhay saal nehi........She turned her face towards Daya....kept her eyes fixed upon him.....& continued---teen saal hi.....kaffi hote hai.....Her eyes started to moisten ...with tears.......
Daya spluttered----galat kaha.......he sighed heavily......& after a pause..he again continued---teen saal nehi........bhulne ke liye.....to..ek pal hi......kaffi hote hai....His voice was getting choked to utter every word.....
Hema kept staring at him....with surprise....for sometime....& then she again slowly uttered murmuring her words---in teen saalo me.....bohot badal gaye ho...........har sawal ka.......jawab dena......ata hai tumhe.......
Daya again smiled ruefully..to splutter in intoned voice---zindegi ne sikha diya hai.......
Hema kept gazing at him..until a car went passed noisilly through the nearer road......Daya was sitting there staring at the ground a little mournfully & vacantly......Hema said in a soothing voice---tum....ghar chale jao.....barna.....tumhare patni....hamare bare me......ulta sidha...soch legi....
--nehii.....Daya gave her quick reply...& with a bit loud voice....
Hema startled.......& started at him with surprise.....Daya tried to be composed....& then said----mere patni........bohot....achchhi hai......mere har jajbaat ka....use....bohot kadar hai...woh...kabhi bhi.....mere bare me......ulta sidha...nehi sochegi....
Daya kept cowering his head down to twig....that Hema was looking at him with sheer surprise....He was feeling uncomfortable...& a little embarrassed........He was feeling scorching heat was passing by...through his ears........After a moderate pause....he spluttered with hesitation--chalo......tumhe......chhorke......ata hun......
Hema averted her glance from Daya....& muttered in a composed voice--main....ja sakti hun......In teen salo me......akele chalne phir ne ki.....adat ho chuka hai.....She got up.....Daya forcefully...simpered....at her....& then he too got up......They again started to amble along the stranded road.....occassionally looking up at each other........After about ten minutes....Hema stopped...& coming infront of Daya...she muttered with a woeful...yet simering smile----ayi thi........bohot sare sawalo ka......jawab dene ke liye...........aur......ja rahi hun.......bohot sare sawalo ko.....apne mann me......paida karke.....kuchh sawalo ki jawab to.......Hema tossed her eyes up......& straight glanced at Daya......Daya noticed....her eyes....brimmed with.....tears......she continued...gulping back....a clod of pain----pa gayi hun.....kuchh sawal...to......shayad......sawal banke..hi.......reh jayega.......Tears started to spill down her cheeks........Daya couldn't respond........Hema sighed .& after a throttling simper.....she murmured----chalti hun......achchha rehna....she quickly turned back....& within a few minutes....vanished away.....from Daya's sight......

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Posted: 16 years ago

#56

PART 41(A)

Smita was dandling her daughter with great care.....but at the same time..she felt....a frisson of excitement...a tint of scare....& worry...for her husband.....She kept cogitating---kya woh khush hai??....kya Hema...apni khoye huye premi ko pakar...........khush hai???.....par....woh to....mujhe dekh liya........aab??......woh....shayad sawal karenge Daya ko......aur Daya.....bechara......kaise woh.........Tears started to spill down over her cheeks......she was unaware...& continued to be in trance----Hema.....na jane kya kya....sochegi......hamare bare me......us bechari ko.....kya maloom......ke.....Daya .......kitna majboor tha.........kis halat me.....woh......ye....shaadi kiya tha........Hema.......Daya ko.....galat to nehi......samjhegi???........Smita felt her tears in her neck.....She wiped her face off.....& then again started musing--par..aisa....kaise hoga???.....Hema to......Daya ko........pyar karti haina.......to pher woh kaise .....use....galat samjhe???.....kaise???.....nehi......aisa nehi hona chaiye.......un dono ki.....sajaya huya pyar ki rah me........main ek.....kate hi to hun......Jab tak...main....is raste pe....chalte rahungi......kato ki tarha.......dono ko........chubhte rahungi......mujhe......jana hai.....is rah se.......She looked upon the innocent face of her daughter....& murmured fervently---aur tu??....tu kaha rahegi ..ma??.......She was patting her daughter with her sheer warmth & care....but startled to get the trilling sound of the door bell......She was about to get up.....but restrained herself.......& waited with bated breath....
Chachu opened the door......& Daya entered slowly with shuffling steps....His ruffled hairs were fluttering in the air....His glance was a little turbid....& hazy....Within a deep thought he was shuffling towards his room.....Chachu was surprised...& asked him in a little harsh voice---itni raat ho gaya??...kaha the???...office me to nehi the....
Daya wasn't listening to him....He was slowly plodding towards his room...& reaching there...he slammed the door..with noise.........
Chachu was more surprised....he called him for theree four times.....tapped the door...but didn't get any reply....
Daya slowly slumped down....onto the floor.....without switching the light on.....His mind was totally blank....He closed his eyes in extreme tiredness.....& found himself within a dangling boat....within billowy ocean....The boistering waves were shoving upon the boat......He was trying to clasped the boat with all his efforts.....but...everytime the insane waves were getting him separated from the boat....He was almost sinking .....& was gasping for getting a little air......Daya opened his eyes getting extremely frightened....drops of sweat..started to gleam over his face....he was panting in an unknown excitement....Hema......Hema....since the last three years ...he only had recited...this name.....like a holy hymn......but.....when she came back.......why.....why he couldn't be ????....why a throttling pain started to disturb him.....whenever.........Daya....was trying to subdue..the ineffable pain....looking at here & there....& eventually he noticed...a photo frame.......He only kept his photograph....instead of ......He took it.....& gently started to pat....the empty stand...just beside his own photograph......Within the shiny surface....he noticed......Smita's smiling face.....her two wide eyes were embellished with kajol....but still the woe...the extreme agony..she had endured.....during the last one year....couldn't be hidden........She was as if whispering---heyyy Dayaaa.....kyu itna udas ho??.....aab to ye jagha.....khali nehi rahega.......bhar doge tum ise..........kisiki....pyari surat se.....haina???....Her smile was exuding the pure innocense....not a single smudge wasn't there.....A tear drop poured upon the stand...to glide downward.......He wiped his face...with his shirt sleeve......but the tears were spouting out....like a river......Daya slowly got up.....& ploded towards the balcony......Moonlight was wreathing the whole world.....The drone of the insects...had made the dark night more mysterious.....Daya leaned over the door....& again closed his eyes..to see......Smita......rumpling his dishevelled hairs...with her care......Her soft touch was so soothing....as if it immediately sqeezed out his every distress ...& pain...even within trance.......He opened his drenched swollen eyes....with a bustle.....& just wished to run into her....to ........
But.....he was riveted there....to be affected by an unseen force......cool breeze was touching him.....giving its bleakness......Moon was looking a little peeved upon him......The stars were glittering with wry smile......

Smita was feeling her heart beats.....as her heart was beating very rapidly......After coming back from office....Daya didn't eat anything...He was hungry....thirsty....&.....Smita wished to run into him...to.........
But she kept riveted there......a twirling hesitation was wreathing her badly.......She slowly laid her baby within the cot.....& got up...to go towards the drawer.....& unlocked it.....& from it.....took out...Daya's laminated zoomed photograph....that was presented by Shinku......Smita slowly.....locked the drawer again.....& clutched the photograph with her two arms....tightly........& opened the window....& the balcony door.....the moonlight crept across the window & the door.....Smita crouched there.....& placed the photograph within her lap......& kept gazing at it......within a moment....the profound agony that had been pent up...started to melt....as tears.......& pour into the photograph......Smita quickly wiped it gently...with her aanchal.....& then she started to pat over it....very gently...& carefully......The photo was gleaming with the shaft of moonlight........Smita's lips were shivering.....as she tried to murmur....but she couldn't.......tears were raining.....from her eyes......She hid her face with her aanchal to make it totally drenched .......after a little....she again started to murmur.....& this time...she could do it....with impassioned voice---Dayaaaaaaa......ye muskurahat........to...sirf....ek......muskurahat nehi hai.........balki.....ye to........ye to........ek....girta huya.....jharna hai......jo....khushi se...uchhal ke......beh chalte hai......aur....tumhare do akhe....me...bhi to...mujhe.......sirf anant sagar hi.....dikhai deti hai.........She kept staring at the photo......for some time..& again whispered with febrile voice---tumhe...dekh liya...........to...sare jag ko....hi..dekh liya......sare....pyas bujh gaya.........sare.....bhukh...meet gayi..........She closed her eyes.....& drifted in a deep reverie........until....heard a loud tap on the door......She waked up.....& in excitement...she was bobbing up & down.....as she mused about Daya's face....but......she again....tried to placate herself.....& quickly went to the bed....& stayed lay down....pretending to be in sleep.........

Daya was extremely purturbed...as Smita wasn't opening the door....but at the same time...he was hesitant.....& disconcerted......Chachu wasn't at the home....Daya was feeling helpless.....but he knew that.......Smita didn't lock the door from inside........
Daya....very slowly.....opened the door.....& felt there.....stark....darkness........He was confused....totally befuddled....but he couldn't restrain himself...to enter into the room to see how Smita was spending her time....to know....that her husband had gone to meet his lover........A guilt was trying to swathe him......as he felt again the same scorching heat was passing by through his ears...& every pore of the body......
Daya entered very slowly.....& noticed her sleepy daughter at first.....She was sleeping with sheer peace....Daya tried to touch her....but....before that.....his eyes went ..upon the bed.....where Smita was lying......with crossed arms.......Within her arms.....there was something....Daya frowned.....& went ahead....to came beside her bed..........Smita's warm breath was tocuhing him...as he sat....just beside her......Daya was watching her wife....her sleepy....innocent face....her straggling hairs......her dried tears over the cheeks.....her dishevelled aanchal.....her smudged kajal.....her rose like quivering lips......&....her crossed arms.....where.....she...clutched.....a photograph......the way...a mother snuggled a baby up....within her arms.......Daya tried to see the photograph.....but he didn't have to try a lot.....as he noticed......his teen aged photograph...through the mirror reflection........His face started to pervade with a dark deep gloom........He recalled his wife's croony voice......
Tere liye palkon ki jhalar bunu.....
kaliyo sa gajre me bandhe phiru
Dhoop lage jaha tujhe..chhaya banu....aajaaa sajnaaaaa....
Daya closed his eyes to repress excruciating pain....he was feeling....

Pyar mera.....teri jeet hai
sabse achchha mera meet hai.....
tere liye royu peeya...tere liye hasu....ajaa sajnaaa.....

Daya started to pat..over her straggling hairs....her rosy cheeks......gently.......very soothingly.......to feel her softness....the softness....& magnanimity......of his altruist wife.......but he couldn't be there.....anymore....as a tear drop....poured onto her cheek.....to drench her dried life..........Daya ran out of the room.....to burst into a heart rending yell.......

Smita.....felt her eyes were getting moistened.....but she quickly wiped without shedding a single drop......& touched the tear drop.....of Daya....to feel it.....with her whole heart..........she slowly.....very slowly...smudged it....within her whole face......to absorb herself...with.....Dayaaa......& then.......hid her face......within her pillow....to burst into an unbridled whimper...

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Posted: 16 years ago

#57

PART 41(B)

[Somnath Prints][office]

Somu was busy to wrap up every files to run away from the office....Today he got scolded by his stringent father Mr.Navin kumar Saxena....for ignoring his responsibilty & duty in the office.....but he simply disliked remaining at office...Since the childhood..he was like that...happy go lucky..carless chap....always ready to fly high & think high....While he was wrapping the files up....he recalled a glimpse of those days....when he used to hide in Deepa Villa....to avoid the sharp reprimand of his father....He was throughout an indisciplined..spoiled brat..for the teachers...Everyone used to wonder to find...that he was the cousin brother of Daya Saxena....
Somu was chuckling within himself to recall those happy moments of school days....& also humming a tune...but he had to stop...to hear the loud tap in his door....
Somu: yeah....
a caretaker boy came to inform---saab....koyi aapse....milne ayi hai...
Somu chuckled a little...& then quickly said in a bustle--arey bhej do bhej do...jaldi jaldi....jao.....jao....
The boy got frightened....& went away.....Somu sat in his chair...stretchinghis hands...& sighed...with relief....& an unknown thrilling delight....he continued to chuckle...closing his eyes........After about five minutes....again the door was being tapped.....Somu got up quickly....& gingerly came just behind the door....& then said--come in......
Somu was waiting .....& as he noticed someone to enter....He just swathed within his two arms......but within a moment....left....to hear a shrill shriek......& to notice...that....she was none.....other than.....Hema.....
Hema was totally stupefied......& a bit scared too..by Somu's prank......& Somu was totally astounded....his eyes went wide.....he kept gawping at her...for about couple of minutes...until Hema asked him...with a sly voice----kya huya??...mujhe....pehchan nehi pa rahe ho??...
Somu goggled at her for another few minutes....& then uttered with difficulty--Heeeemmmaaaaaa!!!!!...
Hema said with a wry smile---ha....Hema....kyu?? aa nehi sakti hun??..
Somu now lowered his eyes...with a pensive look......
Before Somu could say anything....Hema said in an intoned voice---tumse.....kuchh baat karna tha........agar thora sa...waqt mil jata......to .....she was twiddling her fingers while talking.....
Somu frowned.....& was trying to elicit the mind of Hema....Millions of questions started to peek out .....& was trying to blot his heart with an unknown scare...& worry.....He gave her a nervous titter.....& then said--just a minute....He took out his cell...called someone....--ha....Bhavna.....suno.........aaj...main aa nehi paunga.....tum.....intezaar maat karna......thik hai??...His words were swathed with dejection....& despair.....He cut the line quickly.....with a morbid glumness....& then said---ha....bol......
Hema was calm enough....she said very courteously---yaha pe to....mumkeen nehi hai....agar...thora bahar chalte....to.......achchha hota.....
Somu was watching her minutely ..without batting an eyelid....& to hear her....he smirked.....& said---US se.....bohot formality sikh liya hai.....
Hema didn't say anything...only smirked a little......
Somu said --thik hai.....chaal...beech pe chalte hai......
Hema agreed...silently...& followed Somu....within a minute.....
In the car....neither Somu..nor Hema didn't talk in the presence of the driver........
As they reached at the beech...Somu left the driver...& started to amble...along with Hema.....Hema wasn't speaking anything.....only was looking upon the deep.....sea.....Moonlight was shimmering upon the deep blue sea water......as if millions of diamonds were glittering within the heaving water......Now Somu told her---isse pehle....tu mujhe kuchh puchhe......main tujhe ek baat puchhna chahta hun....
Hema glanced at him with surprise.....Somu asked witout wasting any time----tu.......Daya se milne to nehi gayi thi???..
Hema didn't answer promptly......a fleeting rueful smile flickered within her face for just a second.....Somu was waiting for her answer eagerly.....& finally he got the answer as Hema said in sombre voice---aaj shaam hi....mila....usse.....
Somu was startled.....at the same time he felt anger was heavered within him....He was trying to subdue it ...but couldn't..in any way.....To see Hema's careless face..he burst in a loud voice---woh...to jo karna baki tha.....woh bhi kar liya?? haa???....
Hema glanced upon him..with calm gaze....Somu was getting more angry...to see her....He kept ranting on---chahti kya hai tu??? haaaaa????....puri tarike se barbaad karna chahti hai tu use???.....
Hema was silent abnormally....she was only staring upon Somu...they even stopped walking.....Somu wasn't being able to keep the curb upon his flaming anger.....he continued to jeer her----ek baar use dard pauchake sakoon nehi mila tujhe???....arey kis janam ka dushmani nibha rahi hai tu usse??? haa???
He was panting with excitement...& turned crimson......
Hema was silent...cringing her head down at the beach....Somu turned his face away with total disgust.....& sighed....in despair.......But again said to see her silent---bol kya bolna tha tujhe.....jaldi bol....bohot raat ho chuka hai...mujhe ghar laut na hai.....
Hema was still silent.....she was tossing with restlessness inside her.....but trying to be composed....& unperturbed......
Somu too was getting restless---kya huya??...kuchh bolegi ya chala jau???
Hema finally spluttered with a low voice & with a heap of hesitation---ek hi baat......puchhna tha...
--Ha to jaldi puchh na....Somu tried to jeer her with a harsh voice
Hema tried to control her straying hairs...& asked---Daya.......kya......khud.........pasand karke.......shaadi kiya hai??.....ya......uncle jee ne.....chun ke......She couldn't utter any more.....& stared at the beech...with a searing guilt.....& shame....but..she tossed her face up...to look at Somu...not getting any answer......Somu was flaring in anger....The sweat drops over his forehead were visible even within the darkness....His jaws were bobbing up & down.....After a little....he bawled suddenly---tujhe sharm nehi ate hai??????...ye puchhna hai tujhe???...itni saal baad wapas ake...tujhe Daya ke bareme...yehi puchhna hai????.....kyu batau tujhe??? kyu batau???...main kisi gehr ko mere bhai ke bareme kyu bataunga????....His voice was trembling in pain & excitement.....but he still continued---chhi..Hema....yehi tha tera pyar?????....yehi???.....is liye...tu Daya ko..itna sapna dikhayi thi??????.....kyu uska zindegi ke sath aisa khilbaar kiya tune????...kyuuuuuuuuu??kyuuuuuuu Hemaaa?? kyu?????.....tears started to flood his cheeks.......He was shreiking like an insane---kya pata hai tujhe Hema??? kya dekhi hai tune????....use tarapte huye dekhiiiiiiii???...ghungha ban gaya tha woh ???....ek zinda lash ke tarha do mahine bitaya woh.....janti hai tu??....teri didi tujhe batayi nehiiii???....Somu was bawling to mock her ...with his whole heart....He continued----unclejee??? unke bareme bhi tu nehi sochi????....his face contorted with pain...He kept talking with febrile excitement----sirf chaaar mahina....Hema..sirf chaar mahina zinda the woh....tere jane ke baad......sah nehi paya woh..tere is dhoka ko......sah nehi paya......
Tears were streaking down Hema's cheeks......but she was silent...& stiff like a stone.........
Somu again came to taunt her---arey?? sirf isse hi asu nikal ayi???...haaaa?? abhi to bohot baki hai Hema....suna hi kya hai tune??? Unclejee chale gaye.....cerebral attack se......Hema tossed her teary eyes up....& glanced at Somu...with surprise...& guilt....She now started to pant a little.....Somu continued----aur unhi ki shraddha shanti hone se hi.....baad ke din....teri pyari didi....aur jeeja ne.......Daya aur Diksha ko...........
Hema was waiting to hear with bated breath & a scared face....
Somu spluttered after a pause----ghar se nikal diya.......kyuki......wasiyaat.....un logo ko....pasand nehi aya thaa....
Hema's face started to distort......with excruciating agony........She stared somehwere vacantly....Tears were spilling down her cheeks....without any pause......
Somu continued---ro kyu rahi hai Hema???....abhi bhi baki hai....khatam nehi huya hai...Daya ka dard ki dastan ka.......
Now Hema busrt in a whimper begging---na somu.....aur maat bataoooooooo.....plsssssss........hath jorti hun,....
Somu sneered with teary eyes....& said---sun ne se hi taqleef ho raha haina tujhe????....to woh kaise sahnaaaaaaa???......
Hema was whimpering badly...but that couldn't stop Somu to continue---Diksha beemar par gayi......isbaar woh....ek zinda lash ban gayi....na bol...na kuchh......pure......paanch mahinaaaa....bistar pe lete rahi woh......aur....maut ke kareeb pauchke.....
Hema now shrieked out in ineffable pain & slumped down onto the beach--naaaaaaaaaa....naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Somu........aur maat bataooooooooo......main jhel nehi paungiiiiiiiiiiiii......Somuuuuuuuuuuu.......main jhelllll nehi paungiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii........She was blubbering very badly........
Somu was heaving with unbridable emotion.....heat was exuding from every pore of his body.....To see Hema yelling like that.....his heart melted a little......He tried to assuage the storm inside him....& sat on the beach just beside Hema......Hema was inconsolable........She was yelling loud...staring at the sky.........Somu too...was weeping silently...& kept his palm over Hema's tousled hairs to console her...........Moments passed....& thus nearly ten minutes passed.....When ...the intensity of her yelp...has been alleviated a little.....Somu...again spluttered within a deep reverie---woh to Harish ki behn Smita ne.....use bacha liya......jo.....uski dulha....use shaadi karne se......inkaar kar di.......aur......us waqt....pura Bhargav family ka mann aur maryaada...mitti me mila di......Daya jaise ek insaan.......kaise...hamara masterjee ka.....itna aapman sahanta???.....bol??.....
Hema now wiped her eyes off.....She was totally astounded..surprised....baffled....& flabbergasted......her eyes went wider......& she asked...in tremulous voice----Daya......isliye...shaadi kiya hai?????.....
Somu was in deep thought....he nodded within himself....
Hema was getting restless..& perturbed.........Suddenly she got up....& said--mujhe jana hai Somu.....chalti hun.......
Somu was awakened by her voice....he too got up..& said..--ha chal..tujhe...
--nehi.....main chali jaungi....He got a curt & harsh answer..from her.....Somu was stupefied....Hema started to plod.....leaving behind Somu.....& the vast sea...& sky.......

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Posted: 16 years ago

#58

PART 42(A)

[Next Day] {Morning}

Smita woke up...hearing the warbling chants & larks of the birds....Last night when she lost

into deep slumber....she couldn't recall.....First she checked her baby....she was sleeping

peacefully.....Smita...took her in her lap..after being fresh....to feed......The baby was sucking

the milk...within deep sleep....Smita was chuckling to see her baby..with total

satisfection.....Her innocent face...her sniff, her every move.....as if wiped out every pain...&

distress.....Smita recalled Daya's words---kaal jab woh ...hamare godh me...hogi....tab

dekhna.....kaise sare kalank....uski....muskan se....dhul jayega.......
Smita slowly tossed up her eyes from the baby...to sink into the deep reverie....as the words

were clinking within her ears---woh....hamare angan me....khelegi...kudegi.....apni mithi

mithi bol se....sare ghar ko....bhar degi......Smita closed her eyes....to absorb the words

within herself........& eventually...she recalled about the last night.....her pretended sleep...to

avoid the eye contact with Daya....& his....tear drop....upon her cheek.......She closed her

eyes....to gulp a lump back ........& looked at the door...once......with imploring eyes....
After the baby finished drinking the milk...Smita kept her within the cot...carefully...& went

ahead to open the door.....but..reaching at the door....she was being hesitant.....An unknown

scare..& guilt..was pervading her heart......After about five minutes.....she opened the

door..quietly...& peered outside .....to see.....but she didn't notice anyone....& stepped ahead

to go...but......just then...her eyes ..stucked .....as she noticed Daya....in the dining

table....coating the layer of butter upon the bread....with his whole concentration.....Smita

kept gazing at him....cause she just loved to see that face of her husband....when he does

something...with his full concentration...that time..his face becomes very child-like...&

innocent.....Smita wished to go ahead....but couldn't.....as she recalled about last

night.....Tears were trying to squirt out of her eyes....but she quickly kept a strong curb upon

her overflowed emotion.....& ....riveted there unable to understand that what she should

do.......but before she could have any chance to do anything.....Daya...noticed her....He

stopped making breakfast.......& very got up...from the chair.......Smita unconsciusly started

plodding....towards her husband....staring at him....with sheer awe...& reverie....Daya too

was shuffling towards his wife......& ...as they reached just infront of each other.......their

glance became more deep.....their eyes were wandering through each other....finding out the

intense agony...which they were bearing since the last night.....Daya's forlorn,crestfallen

eyes were impelled Smita to billow like an insane wave with extreme affliction.......She

lowered her eyes down..to hide her moistened eyes......Daya....finally could let out with lots

of fumble---kaal raat.....khana khane se pehle hi............He was trwiddling with his fingers

while saying---so gaye......chalo....kuchh ..kha lo........
Smita tossed her moistened eyes up....& said in quivering voice---tum bhi to.....kuchh....bhi

khaya nehi.....
Daya cringed his head down......in a mixture of pain & repentence.....& his guilt-swathed face

was becoming unbearable for Smita to endure....She forcefully smiled..to try to be

normal.....& asked in gentle voice---breakfast tumne banaya???.....
Daya tossed his head up..& nodded with a coy smile.....
Millions of butterflies started to fly within Smita's heart...as she tried to clinch Daya's coy

smile...within her heart...forever.......
but...Smita restrained herself....& said again--lekin....abhi tak to....meri puja bhi....nehi huya

hai....
Daya answered after a little very gently---pher chalo....hum dono ...puja karte hai....uske

baad.....breakfast.....kar lenge.....
Smita was surprised...& mesmerised....now she noticed.....Daya's drenched hairs...which was

neatly combed...like a good boy.....She couldn't resist her tears.....something within

Daya...was impelled her to shed tears..but she resisted again.....for the sake of....her

husband.....She gave him....a nervous titter...repressing back her tears....with her whole

heart.....& went towards the puja ghar.....Daya covered the food in the dining table...&

followed Smita......

Both were silent in the puja ghar..as Smita was doing all the necessary things to be done ....&

Daya was helping her quietly.......Finally after ringing the bell...both crouched on the floor...to

take the blessing of he Generous Almighty.....Smita was trying to tranquil her mind....but she

couldn't.....millions of things were coming into her mind....She aplogised---maaf kar dena

Bhagwan.....mere mann ..shant hain nehi.....main ashant hun.....tumhare samne baithkar

bhi......par tum to sabke prabhu ho....ma ho sabke...aur peeta bhi ho.....apne bachchho ka

....galati....agar tum maaf nehi karoge.....to kaun......kaun karega prabhu????.....Her eyes

brimmed over......& started to streak down her cheeks......Her heart was rapidly beating as

she could able to hear her heart-beats....She continued to

pray----Bhagwanjee......agar....maine koyi bhi punya kiya hai....jinki badle me.....mujhe

khushi milegi.........to.....woh khushi......tum......mere pati ko....de dena......pati-patni

to......ek hi atma hote haina Bhagwan jee....to pher patni ki punya kaam par.....pati ka to haq

haina........Bhagwaan jee.....tum.....mere pati ko....woh sara khushi

dena......jise.....woh....hamesha....haste rahe......hamesha.......She stooped down ....at the

feet of lord krishna.....to take the blessings.....&.........opened her eyes....about five minutes

later......& quickly wiped her tears off....& turned her face towards Daya.......to get

baffled.....beguiled......& surprised.......Tears were streaking down Daya's cheeks like a river

from his closed eyes.....He was murmuring something qith quivering lips...probably doing the

prayer intensely......Smita wished to mope his drenched face ........Her heart was

stinging.....to see the tearful face of her husband......she was trying to stifle it..but

couldn't.......She turned away her face to quell the turbulent emotion within her......
Daya stooped down..& then after about two minutes....he regain his consciousness...& wiped

his tears off with his sleeves....& took the blessings from diya....by himself...& then gave it to

Smita....by patting her hairs...with the heat of the diya.....Smita closed her eyes dangling

between the two extreme feelings.....Both tried to avert their glances from each other...but

couldn't.....as accidentally..their eyes met once....They tittered at each other....to hide their

respective feelings......& then came out of the puja ghar.....to have the breakfast......

Edited by suchi_dev2006 - 16 years ago

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@suchi_dev2006

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Posted: 16 years ago

#59

PART 42(B)

Smita tried to be normal again....& asked Daya in soothing voice---chachu!!
Daya again gave her a fleeting smile...& answered--bazar gaye hai....
Both sat in the table.....& Daya was giving the breads...& juice & the pieces of fruits to Smita....with lowered eyes...& suddenly he mumbled ..with a very low voice---tumhe.....is waqt....aise bhukha nehi rehna chaiye......doctor ne......achchha achchha khane ke liye........bola hai.........He was coating the butter & jam upon the rest breads...& not getting any answer from Smita....he tossed his eyes up to look at her....& noticed just at a glimpse of her shy smile....as he looked...Smita lowered her eyes down.....Daya smiled inside.....& taking the glass of juice....he asked her---pee lo....
Smita quickly recalled the first day...of her married life.....On that day...Daya made her to drink the juice......She kept cherishing the past moments.....but jolted to hear --kya huya?? nehi piyogi??
Smita smiled abashedly...& started to drink the juice......& after finishing it....she took a bread..to feed her husband.....& raised her hand.....
Daya chuckled....with a mixture of sated mind & stark repentance......& ate the bread to make his wife happy.....

After having the breakfast....Daya got ready to go to the office....& came to Smita.....Smita was sewing his handerchief..writing down his name with care.....Daya came there...& sat beside her....lowering his eyes down......Smita was watching her soft gentle husband with sheer rapture within her eyes....but she curbed herself within a minute....& said---ye rumal.....kab se banane ki ...koshish kar rahi thi....par.....nehi ho raha tha........aaj ho gaya hai.....She finished it.....& again said---aaj....le jao....Daya took it from Smita's hand....& patted gently over his name...that Smita had been sewing......for about half minute.....& then tossed his imploring eyes to glance at her......Smita tried to smile....to make him happy......Daya too tried to smile....but the smile couldn't hide exquisite agony....he was bearing.....He once sighed...looked everyhwere at the room to be a little composed....& then muttered---woh.....ek...important meeting hai........isliye...jana par raha hai......par.......
Smita was looking at him intensely.....& was trying to feel the storm inside him.....Daya continued...hiding the tears of deep contrition---par main......jaldi hi.....laut ayunga.......He again glanced at her with an uneasy titter.....Smita too gave him a flickered smile .....& tried to hide her brimming eyes......Daya got up...to go away.....but again came back....& gently kept his hand over Smita's tousled hairs...& spluttered---waqt pe.....kha lena........
Smita stared at him without batting eyelids.......
Daya again gave her a brimming smile....& went out of the door..keeping the handerchief within his chest pocket...

[same day] { 2.30 p.m}

Smita was sewing a shirt button...of Daya's shirt....& eventually her mind was sauntering through the memory lane....She was musing about everything....that happened since the morning......while Daya had been preparing the breakfast....he had been looking like an innocent kid.....Smita smiled to think about it.....& started sniffing the fragrance of the shirt....to get closed ..to get the intense touch of her loving husband.....She closed her eyes.....& with closed eyes..it seemed to her that she was floating across the sky...within the white pieces of scudding clouds........where there was no one except her..& that fragrance......the fragrance of her husband......she was elated...bemused....totally swooned over within her own world..........untill heard a loud door bell......She regain her consciousness quickly....&.....went towards the main door to think....surely......Daya had come back.......She smiled coyly....& thought to do some pranks with her innocent husband....& opened the door...with an ingenuous smile..........but....got totally baffled....to find .....Hema.....infront of her............
Hema was looking at her sharply......to justify her right......
Within a minute..Smita controlled herself...& gave her a warm welcome---Hema......aao...aaona.......She was very modest & humble to treat Hema.......
Hema entered into there......& looking at everywhere....from the wall painting to every decoration of the hall room....
Smita asked her very modestly---baitho na...please.......
Hema's face was stern ....she sat on the couch.....& snatched a magazine from the table.....
Smita ran to the kitchen ...& came back with a glass of orange juice...within a tray.....& asked again with an obsequious voice---please....ye....pee lo.....
Hema clung the magazine at the table.....& sharply glanced at Smita......
Smita's face went wrinkled.....she again raised her hand to give the glass to Hema......After the cold stare...Hema took the glass from Smita & placed it on the table noisily.....
Smita was getting a bit nervous...& was feeling uneasy....She tittered a little....& said..to be normal---ppar......Daya to........ghar me...nehi hai.....woh....to........office me...
--pata hai mujhe....Hema told curtly...& got up..to come just infront of Smita......Smita's face was shrivelled with a mixture of scare & guilt......
Hema again stared at her....with with a tint of snub within her glance.....& very unexpectedly told---Smita......achchha....ek sawal.....puchhne ayi hun main tumhe........
Smita gazed at her vacantly...being totally perplexed.....
Hema asked her in hard voice---tum......is tarike se......Daya ka zindegi ..kyu barbaad kar rahi ho??.......
Smita was totally bamboozled.......For about two minutes...she couldn't let out any word....even if she wished to......But Hema wasn't silent.....She glanced at her with sneer of disdain...& continued---Smita.....Daya tum pe...itni bari ehsaan kiya.....apne zindegi se.....laj bachaya tumhari aur tumhari family ka....aur tum????.....kya diya tumne use?????...ek aisa bandhan....jisse...uska.....dam ghut jaye!!!!!!.........
Smita was feeling her throttling breath......as if someone was smothering her throat........Hema's voice raised....to see Smita silent...now she became like a tigress...& started lashing her with sardonic comments---apne faida ke liye....tumne...Daya ko shaadi to kar liya.....par.....ek baar.....ek baar uske zindegi ke bareme sochke nehi dekhi......ek baar bhi nehi.....uska chahat, uska khwab aur gham......She was screaming like an insane...as if lava was errupting from volcano......She continued with severe pant---kya jante ho tum uske bare me???....haa?? jante ho?? woh bachpan se......kitni dukhi hai???.....her voice was getting choked with vehement excitement.....but she continued without waiting to hear from Smita----jante ho?? ek pal ki khushi ke liye.....kaise taraste the woh??...jante ho....kya kya sahke...bara huya hai woh????.....
Smita's face swamped with tears....she cringed down...without saying a single word....Excruciating pain was surging up & down within her heart...strangling her breath.....
Hema continued to snipe at her-----jante ho......dusro ke zindegi me......khushi lane ke liye........kaise .......kaise........woh....apna zindegi....dao pe laga diya hai???....kayi baar????...jante hooooooooo????//.....her voice was renting the air.......tears was streaking down her cheeks too........She was heaving in inflmed anger....& excitement........
For about two minutes....Hema couldn't speak up.....She just burst into tears slinging herself onto the couch............
Smita was helpless......She wished to yelp.....like Hema......but couldn't......a clod of agony was disturbing her when she was sniffing......
She....slowly.....went to the couch......& sat beside Hema.......Hema was blubbering like a child........tears were dribbling from her eyes.to drench her contorted face..........Smita....slowly..& hesitantly.......kept her palm...over her tangled hairs.......to pat...but...Hema just jolted......& shrieked out----chhuyo maat mujheeeeee..........tumhari saaya tak........parne nehi deti main.....Daya ke upar.....agar.........she stopped....her face again distorted with severe pain.........but she tried to assuage her pain.....& within a couple of minutes....became a little composed to say----agar...thori si bhi parwa hota tumhe apne pati ka...........to aab tak......tum....use.......is....dam ghot ta huya bandhan se.......use mukt kar deti.........She wiped her eyes & continued---par nehi.......tumhe to .....usme....apni faida aur lusaan dikhai de raha tha...haina?????....isliye....dusro ka bachchhe ko bhi Daya ka naam de diya.....aur sare badnaam bhi...us par thaup diyaaaaaaaaaaa.....
Smita wasn't being able to endure more.......She closed her ear with her two palms & burst into a whimper----aise maat kaho Hemaaa......aise maat kahoooooo........
Hema was panting in anger....heat was exuding from each & every pore of her body.........
Smita continued to sob----mu..jhe.......tu....mhee.......bohot kuchh......batana hai.....He....mmaaa.....main...........
--nehi sun na hai mujhe tumhari koyi jhuta safai.......Hema bawled with her whole energy..........& continued----par thori to sharm karo Smita.......kyuki uparwala......sab dekh rahe hai......unhe maloom hai.......sab kuchh........Daya ka zindegi tum is tarha barbaad karogi.......to woh.....tumhe nehi chhorenge Smita......nehi chhorenge.......She goggled her eyes & strutted out of the door within a moment.....Smita tried to call her back...raising her hand....but.......she couldn't......& ......fell onto the floor.......being shattered....devastated.....& distraught......

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Posted: 16 years ago

#60

PART 43

8.30 p.m
Daya was stuck in traffic jam....He was reproaching himself again & again ...to be late to return to the home....His face had been pervaded with great chagrin......Again & again he was watching the wrist watch...& was wincing in a repressed irritation & despair....he recalled how he promised to Smita in the morning that he would come back soon......He closed his eyes....& started musing deeply---kya woh naraz hai mujh se???.....haa...hogi kyu nehi????....mujh jaise pati ki upar to.......koyi bhi......he flinched in distress.....& called Smita....but found her cell switched off.....He was surprised....& was getting anxious....for her sensitive wife.....He again called but this time at the landline.....but no one received it....Now Daya was getting scared...& was murmuring within himself--phone kyu nehi utha rahi hai???....chachu to utha sakta hai na!!!!...placing his palm over the forehead....he was involved within a deep muse.....but regained himself..to hear the horns from behind....The traffic jam was getting thinner.......He just tried to fly his car into Shiraz Apartment......The car was speedily past & reached at its destiny within forty-five minutes......Daya quickly got into the lift to go to the seventh floor....Within the lift ..he was getting ready for faceing Smita.....how he should tell that he couldn't left the office due to tremendous work pressure.....he was getting nervous...his palm was getting sweated......With closed eyes...he repeatedly asking himself---woh...samjah legi na???.....Mere zindegi ki.....sare sach ko to....woh...samajh liya......pher ye to.......But he was hesitant at the same time...He found another self....within him...who was chidding him---kyu samjhegi woh tumhe Daya???....Tumne kabhi.....samajhna chaha use???....patni hai woh tumhara......gussa karne ka haq to......use ....de sakte ho na!!!!.....ya pher.....woh bhi....nehi doge???....Daya helplessly tried to utter something...but startled to get the voice of the liftman---saab...seventh floor agaya hai......Daya was embarrassed......but at the same time...he was in hurry & in worry ..for his.......dear wife.......He hurriedly came out from the lift..& gave the door bell....more than once......
Within thiry seconds..no one responded.....Daya's face was getting worried & perturbed......He was continuously feeling...a frisson of excitement inside him which was raising his heart beat.....He tried to appease it....& again rang the door bell for two three times......Now chachu opened the door with a bit irritation & said---arey huya kya hai??...itni jaldi kyu??....kaam kar raha tha.....aur beech me......
Daya now surprisingly asked him---Smita kaha hai???....
Chachu frowned....& asked him---woh....tumhare sath....nehi ayi hai??
Daya was getting confused..& at the same time...a little bit scared....His face was getting fretful.....He again asked chachu---kkya???...mere sath??....par...main to........
chachu asked again interrupting Daya---maike se....use le nehi aye ho???
Daya was already perturbed..now he bawled with a bit loud voice--kya baat kar rahe ho chachu???...main to......office se....araha hun......
chachu smiled & said--to maike se bahurani ko leke wapas ata...to achchha hota.....
Daya frowned with sheer angst..& asked--woh...maike gayi hai???
chachu was surprised & asked---tumhe...batake nehi gayi hai???....mujhe to laga ....tum jante ho.......
---main!!!!!....ppar....woh to.........mujhe......Daya couldn't utter anymore.......dark clouds of apprehension...started to blot his mind & heart.....
Chachu again said---main jab aya....tab pas ke ghar se...Nidhi beti..ghar ki chabi deke batayi......
--kya batayi??....Daya asked in bated breath....
--ke.....bahuraani shaayd...maike me gayi hai....Dhriti baby ko leke....
Daya gulped his worry back....& muttered in a quavering voice--shayad????....
chachu continued--haa...mujhe to laga..ke tumhe maloom hai.....office se laut te waqt....tum use le ayoge.....
Daya's face shrivelled in unknown scare.....His breath was becoming fast.......warm sweat drops was visible over his forehead .....He again called Smita...but...........her cell was switched off.....
Daya ran to Smita's room.........& turned the switch on......to wipe out the stark darkness within the room......Everything was as it was he noticed in the morning.......Daya was panting.....in sheer excitement.......as he recalled.....the lines....Smita had written......

Jana hain mujhe tujh se door....pher kyu banaya tujhe akho ki noor
yaad??...tera kabhi nehi ayega....kyuki har pal tu dil me jo rahega....

Daya shrieked out---nehiiiiii...nehi....ye ..ho nehi sakta.........Tears tried to brim over his eyes......He was tossing & turning....in severe restlessnes.....& looking at everyhwere...to assuage...his tension a little......&.....within a minute.....his eyes ......glued to....the paper......lying on the table......With the eyes full of dread...He headed towards the table.......& reaching there....he first sat...on the chair...As he raised his hand to touch the paper....he noticed....his hand was shivering.....in unknown scare......As he opened the folded paper....he got...the known fragrance of his wife.....Her shy face splashed within the paper.......His heart was beating beyond his control....With bated breath he started to read -----Dayaaa.......ja rahi hun........Daya tossed his tearful eyes up to get the first shock......His eyes were being blurred ......Very slowly.....he lowered his eyes again....to read the rest----Mujh pe.......gussa maat karna Dayaaa......Jo baat.......kal se.......keh nehi payi......jo ...kehne ke liye......mere dil....bechain tha.......woh.......muh se....keh nehi payi Dayaa.......Dayaa......pichhle ek salo se.......jo prarthana karke ayi thi........aaj.....Bhagwan jee ne....woh sun liya hai........Woh.....khud....Hema ko.....lauta diya hai Daya......tumhare pas.......Hema......tumhara saanse......tumhara dhadkan.....tumhara wajood.....aur................tumhara bachpan ki....pyaar......Na jane.....kitni khushi.......woh tumhe diya hai.....kitni....asu ko.....apni daman se...pochh dali hai......kitni kimti pal.......tum .....uske sath......bitaya.......Aaj...woh yaha hai Dayaa....tumhare pas......apne sari majboori ko.......hathake.....woh tumhare pas...ayi hai.......par......isbaar.........tum.....majboor ban gaye.......mere waja se........Dayaaa.....main...ye kaise sahnu????....Tumhare aur Hema ki bichhayi huyi .....pyar ki rah me......ek kanta banke....chubh te rahu tum dono ko?????.....kaise ......us insaan ko.......apne saanse rokne ke liye.....kahu.......jo......mere......aur meri parivar ka laaj bachaya........jo......meri khatir......is duniya ki.....sari aapman.....sahanke bhi.......haste raha.....Jo....mere khatir.......meri zindegi ki.......sare ghao ko......apne aap le liya.......aur mujhe diya......to sirf.....apne hisse ka khushi.........
Tears were falling like rain....from Daya's eyes......to drench the letter.......Daya sniffled once & continued to read----kaise.......us insaan ko......apna dhadkan tham ne ke liye kahu.......jo mujhe.......ye sikhaya hai.....ke jeena kya hota hai.........kaise....do dilo ka......pyar ka ye dastaan.......aise khatam kar du Dayaaa??????......na Daya.......ye dastaan ko.....aise khatam maat karo......woh log.....bohot khush naseeb hote hai......jinhe.....pyar milta hai......Tumhare ghao bhare zindegi me.....Hema......ek mehki huyi hawa ka jhoka hai......apne khushboo se....woh tumhara zindegi sabar degi ......aur.........shayad woh ghao bhi.......bhar degi......jo......pichhle ek salo me......mere waja se.........tumhe mila.......Daya's face twitched with pain.......He couldn't endure anymore......With total despair....he slung the letter upon the table with vehement emotion......& started whimpering leaning over the table............He was feeling groggy....& totally shattered........He wished to yell his heart out ......but even he couldn't do it....After a little while...he again took the letter....to read...& kept looking at it-----Dayaaa......mere liye.....dukhi maat ho jao.......main janti hun.....tum.....ek bachche ki tarha hi....komal ho.....Mere liye......asu phekte rahoge...haina???.....Daya's nostrills were flaring ..& lips were puffing...in sheer pique upon Smita......Eyes were exuding tears.....continuously.....He continued with a heaving heart----aur.....hamara rishtey ki bare me bhi......fikr maat karo Dayaa.....abhi....ek saal ke liye.......hume alag rehna hai......Uske baad.................................................Daya felt...Smita's lump of pain....while wriiting this.....he was sobbing badly....to read the rest----uske...baad.....tum......mukt ho jayoge Daya..........is rishtey se...........Main mehsus kar rahi hun.....ke tum ro rahe ho......Dhriti ko chhorke........tum reh nehi sakte ho Daya........main janti hun......Daya felt her warm murmur within his ears.....He closed his eyes....& noticed Smita.......in tears........Her dried wrinkled face....her windswept hairs.....her straggling dupatta....& smudged kajal........Daya grittet his teeth....to endure the unbearble agony..which was surging up within him to throttle his breath.......& continued to read----Dhriti.....jitna meri hai......usse...kayi guna zada.....woh tumhara hai Dayaa....kyuki.....agar.....tum.......mere pas nehi hote........to shayad....main use........is duniya ki.......roshni hi....dikha nehi pati........Tumhe yaad hai Daaaya.....pehle din.....ki baat???......usdin.....tumne mujhe......ek dost mana tha...........us dosti ke kasam kha ke.....keh rahi hun......ke main.....Dhriti ko.....tumhare pas......chhor ayungi Dayaa......jab tum aur Hema......pyar se.......ek ghar basaoge..........aur.....tab tak to...Dhriti bhi....thori....bari ho jayegi.....haina?? Daya felt Smita's foreced smile....to make him happy.........Daya wiped his tear-suffused face with his shirt sleeve & kept his glance over the letter to read the rest----Tumne.....pichhle ek saal me.......mujhe jo diya hai.......woh to..........meri....puri zindegi ke liye......kaffi hai.....Bhar gayi hun main Dayaaa.... Is janam me.......aur kuchh nehi chaiye........Mujhe dhun na maat Dayaa......dekhoge......dheere dheere......sab thik ho jayega.......
suno.....aab kuchh kaam ki baat kar jati hun.......Almirah ki andar......tumhare dhula huya kapre rakh diya hai......aur...wadrobe me....gande kapre.....dekh ke chachu ko de dena....laundry me dene ke liye......aur....tumhare table pe....chabi ki guchchha ...chhorke ayi hun.....Files bagera shelf me hai...hara peela kamla...sare ke sare files rakh diya hai.....laptop chhorke chale gaye the....woh table pe hai......aur suno.......dabai ki dabba ko...tumhare drawer me rakh diya hai.....sardard hone se......waha se dabai le lena...par pain killer zada maat khana...samjhe??....haa...aur.......zada raat jag jag ke kaam maat karna.......aur specs pehenke kaam karna......aur........
Tears were streaking down Daya's cheeks....to drown himself......He again started reading----aur....ha.....khane ki upar..naraz maat ho jana......
woh balm main tumhare dressing table pe rakh ke ayi hun......kamar dard hone se....chachu se maat chhupana........bukhar hone se....Ruby ko call kar lena....thik hai??....aur......aur.......Daya closed his eyes .& felt....Smita's tears.....After about five minutes....he opened his eyes & kept reading ----aur.........aur kya????......ek saal ke liye......shayad....yehi...........kaffi hai........uske baad .....Hema tumhe dategi.......achchha rehnaa......aapna ..aur chachu ka khayal rakhna....aur ha......chachu ko......ye kehna......ke bahurani ....unhe..pranam kiya hai......jo pyar.....unhune....mujhe pichhle ek saal me kiya hai.........woh to.....shayad...mere sagi chachajee bhi......nehi karte...........Somu bhaiya, bhabi mai,Nehal bhaiya......sabko.....mere pranam......aur.......................aur........saheli ko keh dena..........agar ho sake.........to.....woh mujhe ......maaf kar de.......
usne mujhe .......jo pyar diya.............................uski badle me.......main use......ek bund bhi.............lauta nehi payi.........
aur............................aur............tum ..............meri kiya huya pranam ko................swikar karna Dayaaaa........aur ashirwaad karna..............ke...........haste haste.......is zindegi ki.....guzara.........kar saku.............
ja rahi hun............Smita............
Daya kept sitting there......like a stiffened stone.......Tears were raining.....but he hadn't much conciousness.....about that.......He let them to rain....from his eyes......Momets were passing...& as passing the minutes......Daya was cogitating deeply with befuddled mind about every monet....he spent with his ....wife.....The moment.....she exchanged her garland with him.....the moment....he smudged sindoor over her parted hair......the moment....she entered into this flat......her heart rending yelp......their first conversation........& the shy hesitant eyes of her.....forbearing silently Somu's hatred......Her brimming happy face...to get the love from Diksha......Nehal's bantering words.....Her silent weep....& tears.......Her secluded eyes ...in the dusk.....Revealing out everything.....about her life.....the tragic....mishap.....with her.......going to the doctor with her....& to see him distressed...her woeful face......going to purasthi dham.....bhabi-mai..her intense conversation with her.......her rythymic dance within the spattering rain....to make him happy.....her fever....& her helpless yelp.....to see his childhood within her dream........Daya opened his eyes....& felt everywhere....the warm breath...of his wife....as if murmuring with unbridled passion....Her two wide....innocent yet.....woeful eyes........as if imploring for a little compassion.....her straying Aanchal.....was flopping over the ground......Her straggling tousled hairs....were flying everywhere......black streaks pervaded her face.....still.....she was smiling......consuming the poison.......for the sake of.......her ......wretched husband.......Daya now just yelled out--smitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............................maaaaaaaaaaat jaooooooooo smmm.........he burst into unbridled whimper ...........His heart rending wail was reverbrating everywhere....having dashed upon the walls.....Chachu was scared..& ran hurriedly to Daya.....He was getting more frightened to see Daya.......revealing his every pain out through his shrill yelp......Chachu tried to pacify him embracing him within his arms....but he was inconsolable..Chachu couldn't remember when did he see his chhotebaba last to cry like that..........Chachu was trying with his whole heart to alleviate the exquisite agony....that Daya was bearing......by his loving pat........but Daya hadn't shown any sign to be assuaged ..within ten to fifteen minutes............
Tears were running down through chachu's cheeks......He was muttering by himself----chhotebaba...chup ho jao..baba....chup ho jao..kya ho gaya hai?? ha?????....babajee jane se bhi to.....tum aise nehi roya chhotebaba....kya ho gaya tumhe?????...kya?? bolo mujhe???...bolo....main sab thik kar deta hun...jaise bachpan me....karta tha.....haina.....chalo...batao....arey...bahurani ke liye....kyu itna chinta kar rahe ho???....woh shayad....maike gayi hai......aur....
Now Daya started shaking his violently to disagree with chachu...like a repentant.....& tried to mutter---woh......woh.......woh........chali....gayi hai........
Chachu was totally flabbergasted.....He again told patting Daya's hairs---kaise baat varte rehte ho tum?? haa???..bahurani....tumhe chhorke chali jaye???...haa??..ye kabhi ho sakta hai??????.....haa??.....is duniya ulat sakta hai.....par bahuraani......woh to tumhare bina.....ek bund paani bhi nehi piti hai........woh ......woh tumhe chhorke.......His face was pervaded with a mixture of unknown scare..astonishment....& disbelief......
Daya continued to sniffle miserably......
Chachu continued to sooth him---kya bakte rehte ho chhotebaba???....Bhagwan Shivjee aur ma Parvati ko.......koyi alag thori kar sakte hai chhotebaba....tum dono to......ek dusre ka ...saaya ho chhotebaba......Daya became quiet.....& suddenly got up.....& tried to go ahead....but tumbled....Chachu hurriedly clasped him....& said--chhotebaba......samhalke.......
Daya tried to smile ruefully......& said----aab....to....aisa hi gir jaunga chachu.......kitni baar....pakar paoge tum???.....Chachu was surprised not getting the meaning of Daya's words.....Daya went ahead...to go away from his flat......Chachu screamed getting worried--chhotebaba??? kaha ja rahe ho??....kuchh khake to...
--woh bhukha hai chachu.....Daya rasped in pain......
Chachu was stunned....he couldn't utter a single word....
Daya slowly started shuffling...towards the main door........

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