She Won’t Reveal (47)
Nidhu
Bhusan Das
Monday.30th March 2015.A mild
tempest lashed Kolkata for about 20
minutes and rains continued till 10 a.m. That delayed the scheduled journey to
the house of Sujata’s parents from Arunima.They’re ready to start early in the
morning.Sujata confirmed by telephone to her mom they’re coming and would have
lunch. They started soon after the rain had subsided but the journey was delayed
by the trees that had fallen on the road at several points. They reached at 12.30 p.m. to the delight of the parents at the visit
of their daughter after six months that too along with Anu and her parents whom
they’d heard of a lot from Sujata but had never seen. The house turned agog
with mirth. Parents of both the girls were so happy to meet fort he first time,
though the couples had known about each other from their daughters since long.
Their talk covered many topics other than that of the marriage of their
marriageable daughters as they’re aware of the determination girls to remain
maidens. Sujata went to the kitchen to instruct the cook while Anu kept herself
in the busy reading a story on her iPad.The title’s They’re on Chat
“They are on chat – Rumi and Swarup. Rumi’s in Siliguri, West Bengal,
India. Swarup in New York USA 11 p.m. This’s the mutually agreed time. I would give you the copy of
one such conversation they had last night. You will find it interesting.
Rumi began thus: How are you? Swarup replied: Fine. What was the
menu for supper? Rice, roti, fish curry and chili chicken. The chat continued
for an hour. Think how many words they used, how many emotions they shared.
Their interaction was like that of a couple in bed or lovers in an arbor. I was
with Rumi that time, and was, therefore, privy to the exchange. I will not be
able to publish for you the whole conversation. I shall reproduce only those
portions which I am permitted to make public. And I shall be honest. Well, you
may think why I was allowed to be with Rumi at night in her exclusive time. I’ll
tell you in time. For now, I can tell Rumi is a nice girl. She’s excellent and
adorable. Every peer around appreciates her beauty in physique, gait, talk and
the smile she wears. Many are there eager to have her hand. It’s really
difficult for her to negotiate her way through the crowd of adorers. But I can
say she’s agile enough to wade through. Onlookers notice her while her eyes
scan the air. Everybody thinks he’s won her tender heart, nobody knows her
heart travels across the Atlantic every night.
You may be jealous that I know so much about her. Be it so. I
volunteer to place before you the conversation for your perusal and
understanding.
Swarup (hereinafter S): My God! A glutton, indeed. Take such
heavy food at night!
Rumi (hereinafter R): Not in the least. I follow what the
nutritionist advises.
S: Hang your nutritionist. It’s common knowledge we should avoid
heavy food for healthy life. Forget that. What’s the message for me now?
R: For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love.
S: Donne, metaphysical. Good. When shall we shed ‘meta’?
R: Naughty boy! What had
you for lunch?
S: It’s Thursday, baby. Didn’t I tell you I fast on the day?
R: O! Yes. I forgot.
S: You look nice. Had you been to the parlor?
R: It’s bad. You don’t
recognize I have natural beauty. ‘Phony’ is the word Americans cling to. I’d
say you look nice and exuberant. Has there been anything special to make you
exceptionally happy?
S: I saw you in dream last dawn. I dreamt we were together in
bed looking eye to eye and enjoying the togetherness. I see you’re excited (the
picture on the webcam shows her face reddened).
R: I have such dreams every night. Ridiculous! Fiction! Fools
live in fiction. I am not a fool, am I?
S: No, dear. You are quite sensible. I hope I shall not live
long in a fool’s paradise.
R: When will you have
your real paradise, tentatively at least?
S: Soon, very soon –
maybe, in a couple of months.
R: You left after the
honeymoon. Seems ages have glided by.
S: The waiting will end soon. How’s the weather out there?
R: I am wrapped in fur.
S: Okay then, go to bed, and under the blanket, clutching
bolster.
R: Good night!’
Do you feel Rumi will be with anyone of you? I am sure we shall
soon see her away. My mother is so sad she wouldn’t have her only daughter sent
away to a continent across a huge landmass and an ocean.” But she’s eager.
“This’s
where love rests, renews and multiplies. Arup could well volunteer to marry me
before he left for the USA
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