Monday, April 7th 2008
The day started on a slow note. Woke up late…stirred a cup of tea with newspaper in hand, munching sum rusks. One of my aunts always insisted I should never have tea empty stomach; else we end up with acidity issues. It wasn’t too soggy today so continued lazing around and reading “The Japanese Wife”.
Did a bit of cooking later. Somehow, cooking is quite therapeutic I believe. Outside… the clouds were darkening and floating low in the sky as if it would rain anytime. After lunch I blogged for a while and then outside, I could witness a heavy downpour. I simply could not resist but ran out to the terrace to drench myself. I did, I simply enjoyed to my heart’s content. Was dripping from top to bottom…I pulled a neighborhood kid, and made her enjoy the torrential rain as well. Though I alarmed her she may fall sick but she too could not avoid the fun. It was an extraordinary feeling. I love rains…and moreover getting soaked. I was admonished and then… I had to come back for a change.
Coming back my excitement did not run down. I made a cuppa tea for myself….a hot cup of ginger tea…and sat down at the corridor, enjoying the rains outdoor and continued to read the chapter “Tiger…Tiger” from The Japanese Wife, Kunal Basu’s latest production. A collection of twelve short stories intricately based on relationships.
It was hot…and sultry. The sun shone intensely, he perspired and little drops of sweat trickled down his forehead. He looked at the sun and sometimes looked at his watch. And then, she appeared with her usual vibrant self. She smiled and waved at him. His heart skipped a beat. He smiled back, but it wasn’t a very happy one she thought. Something bothered him and he was under stress. This is exactly what she sensed. They have been around and together for more than five years now; and were planning to tie the knot soon. She came close and asked him if everything was alright and he nodded a yes. She was busy discussing her chores of the day and he patiently heard every bit. They decided to stroll by the side where the effervescent daffodils swayed and far away the sun was about to set. He didn’t know how to break the news to her. He was struggling with his mind and heart. “When are you taking me home to meet your mum?” she asked. “Hmm…well…let’s go for some coffee” he said. They walked by to the nearest coffee shop and ordered for two hot cups of cappuccino with sugar coated doughnuts. She smiled; he knew it was her favorite. He gazed her almond shaped eyes which was her most beautiful feature he thought. Her eyes speaks volumes is what he told her always. Once done, he chose to drop her home. She loved biking with him in the open air. It was cool now and the breeze was soothing. Both were quite for the first time. In the due silence she reached her place. He paused for a while, and in a lower baritone, said “Nishu” that’s what he called her fondly…”goodbye and take care of yourself” and darted off.
She tried several times to call him next day, but of no use. She tried calling his place but no response. He was gone. Gone forever…! A year later, she learned from a common friend he died of a brain tumor.