Afternoon Memories

I am breaking myself to write something here, I feel devoid of any passage between my mind and my phone touch pad. I dearly want to write something, I don't know who is going to read it, but still I want to write something. I asked her whether she can pay my bill. She explained to me her position, which was even worse than mine.

Let me explain what is my position first. I got a 20 rupee and two 10 rupee note in my hand, my card has a 43.50 as balance and I have two days to cross through, a Saturday and a Sunday. I can just cross through it happily if I had the power to hibernate. But the pitiest thing is my sleep lasted only for 4 hours on Friday night. And it does not seem to return back again. You can think I am not trying enough, but I have been at it for the past 6 hours. My eyes close, but my stomach wakes it back again. Nowadays I have realised which is the most important part of the human body. Doctors say it is the brain, but I have nothing to do with it, I can only feel the 2 litre bag that is called a stomach.

I searched my refrigerator and found out few tomatoes, 2 eggs and a tray of ice cubes. It can easily take me through this day. With no sugar I had to drink the tomato juice with ice cubes which made it feel tastier.

I came to my bed and started writing the story of Indu. Indu came in my dream the last night, she requested me to write about her, I politely accepted. To know about Indu you have to first know about her husband. He was calm, well spoken guy in his 50's. He quit smoking when he first met Indu, she was 19 by that time. He never drank, but his eyes were always red. Indu liked this, she thought he was so moody in his eyes, she is not a photographer to like pretty eyes.

He ate animals 3 days a week, Saturday, Sunday and on Wednesday. Indu had seen these animals running around but never on a plate. She prepared her first chicken curry one week after she married him. She gave it to the neighbours for tasting it, the neighbour aunty found the disgusting taste of ghee in that. Indu used to cook everything with ghee, only today she knew that this chicken curry doesn't need ghee. She knew it when she saw aunty's face explode with a reaction not called for. Indu made the chicken curry feel like a Temple prasadham. She threw the curry to the street dogs and crows. Fortunately, her husband was not lucky enough to taste it before the dogs.

But Indu learnt these quickly. Yet, evidently her husband's desire for eating animals reduced, he ate it only on Sundays. He became a 6 day vegetarian, he never ate eggs so making it easier for Indu.

Indu never missed her parents and her husband never seemed to have any parents at all, he had ditched his family once he finished his college in Chennai, he never went back to his home, so they were all for each other. The last time Indu saw her mother's face, she was sleeping dead faced on an afternoon, sleeping with complete unawareness of her daughter's journey to a new life. Indu's eyes glittered with tears whenever she realised she can never go back to them. She had to chose one and that had been done. This haunting sickness came to her again and again till it was 5 years from that day. Her child gave new light to her, she named her Rekhi.

Indu's husband died on his 53rd year. She has spent a year without him for the first time after seeing him while she was 19. Indu can recollect everything even in her 50 now.

She has many stories to tell from her days, and I Rekhi would write them all.