Sarmistha Bhuyan

Drama Romance

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Sarmistha Bhuyan

Drama Romance

Boys Will Be Boys

Boys Will Be Boys

8 mins
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No one wished 'Good Morning'. May be there was nothing good about that morning for Radhika and Shyam. The silence in the breakfast table was awfully awkward. The impact of fight from previous night was taking over. She was still angry. He was not in a mood to let go his ego and say sorry. Even the sandwiches could feel the fume when half of it was ruthlessly crushed and gulped in absolute displeasure. While the poor tea was judging the situation and its own fate, Shyam took his office bag and stormed out of the house as soon as he could. The slam of the door was inappropriate and immediately triggered the about to settle volcano to erupt again.

 The sobs hidden below her throat which were in its way to settle for good took sudden U-turn and started pouring from both her eyes. The situation was completely meshed up. Anger was not alone. Frustration, helplessness, and all other possible negative emotions joined to make worst out of it. The unfinished sandwiches were mercilessly thrown in the garbage. The unattended tea was quite sure by now where it would be in next minute. The utensils dumped in the sink never knew they can be so louder. May be that is the reasonable way to deal with the recently created emptiness in her life. To some extent she is aware that she is a major contributor to the situation.

Radhika and Shyam met during Engineering and fallen in love with each other, pursued their MBA from same college and joined as Marketing Manager in same organization one year back. The sweetest pair of honeybees were always together and tagged as a perfect couple. Six months back, they tied the knot in a grand way, promised to share the same nest and live happily ever after. Although they were constantly surrounded by love, care, respect, understanding, sharing and many more lovely nouns and adjectives to shape up their life, they could not eliminate intermittent nagging by envy, possessiveness, unrealistic expectations. Most of the times these monsters were ignored and suppressed by the fairies of love.


But last night was different and the monsters were more powerful. The argument started in a flash. Everything was going normal. As usual after dinner both made themselves comfortable in their 2-seater recliner, stretched legs to relax and switched on the TV. This is the time when they do small talks, share their moments from work, plan their trips, decide on things. Immediately after settling in their respective cozy position, they realized someone must take the garbage out and lock the front door. After pushing each other with few "please," "you do", Radhika unwillingly took the ownership. Though small one but it is a winning point for Radhika and fault for Shyam. After few moments of silence, Radhika passionately started sharing one of the interesting one to one meeting with her boss and the accolades she received and suddenly screamed "You do not listen. What is more important? Phone or me?" Though Shyam tactically managed the situation with his charm, it is already double fault for him.


The turning point was when Shyam disclosed his upcoming weekend adventure plan exclusively with his friends from college where she is not included. Triple fault is never accepted, and this is a genuinely strong reason to be furious. Radhika completely galvanized the situation to make it as bitter as possible. Shyam tried to defend with "Respect for individual space in a relationship" weapon but could not with stand longer in front of array of accusations - "You don't care," "You are taking me for granted", "You have no time for me" blah blah blah.


The recliner was genuinely enjoying the drama and overwhelmed with dancing of variety of emotions underneath those heavy words, hurt and frustrations. Given a chance, it would have summarized better. What Radhika needed is "undivided attention" from Shyam which as per her is decreased recently. While enjoying the togetherness, Shyam expected his individual space and freedom to be untouched. How much of attention and space can be negotiated to maintain the harmony can only be decided by both. The situation could have been controlled if Shyam would have acknowledged couple of his mistakes quickly and surrendered to the moment, but it became worse when Radhika dint limit the yelling only at present scenario. Rather, she accumulated things from past to make all effort to prove that he is at fault. This made him more vulnerable and adamant. He also pinpointed few of her shortcomings to make it even. The night was concluded with bitterness in a hope to turn out things better in the morning.

Morning was intense. Radhika was completely shaken when Shyam dramatically left home early without saying a word. She rushed to the recliner, threw the bag, and took a while to bring her composure back. Graceful, confident, and always smiling Radhika dint want to carry the miserable version of her to office. With deep sighs and few minutes of silence she called her boss and very elegantly asked for leave.


Radhika spent hours in the recliner to retrospect over last night thoughts and exchange of words. She agreed on few exaggerations from her side, however concluded herself as a victim and as per her she strongly deserved an apology from Shyam. The anger and frustrations were still in its peak but the strong, independent, self-sufficient part of her took full control of her emotions. Impulsively she unlocked her phone and searched "Women solo travel destinations of India." In few minutes she booked a ticket to Goa and a hotel with an extremely high price. In normal situation she would have never agreed to spend such an amount, but it was reasonable to pacify her ego and regain so called self-respect.


She randomly packed few jeans and tees. When she pulled her favorite blue t-shirt with a pink rainbow on it and started folding, her flooded eyes reminded the moments when Shyam gifted it on her last birthday and specially quoted "Thank you for being the rainbow of my blue sky forever and always". At this moment she was least bothered about Shyam and was quite uncomfortable with anything associated with love. She quickly wiped off her tears and replaced the special blue t-shirt with one from no-emotion tagged section.


Radhika reached airport early. With minimal luggage she was feeling extremely heavy. It was quite an eventful day for her. She checked her phone again and was disappointed. The fact that disturbed her most is, in this whole time, he did not even bother to say hello and ask how she is. She was not able to recognize this version of Shyam. It is pretty evident that the views from his side must be same or may be slightly different. It always circles around whose fault it is and who should bend first. The part of her which loved and cared for him convinced her at least to inform him about the travel. She sent a message in Whatsup with as few words as possible. In regular interval she checked her phone to ensure the message is received. As the boarding time approached, plethora of thoughts and feelings created havoc inside her stomach, heart, and head. Her blood shot eyes were tired of appearing normal while dealing with plenty. She slept like a baby in flight.


 By 10 PM she was in hotel figuring out how to plan her next two days in Goa. "Shyam calling," her phone finally rang. She took few deep breaths and picked up the phone without knowing what to say. The voice from other side appeared normal which was unexpected but made the conversation a bit easy. There was no Sorry or mention of anything that happened between them. He asked about her flight, hotel and if she had taken food, although concerned a bit he encouraged how great and courageous she is to opt for solo travel, shared contact of few local friends in case any need. He ended the conversation with "Good Night", "love you", "take care", "Be Safe", "come back soon". These all sounded like the normal version of Shyam.


Her reaction was overwhelming. Feelings were mixed. All the strong and bold emotions were changing sides so quickly, it was difficult to gaze what will happen next. She cursed herself for being rude, impatient about the whole situation Swayed away with feelings, she took another impulsive decision to cancel her trip. She booked her return flight early morning and decided to surprise him. Anyone including Shyam would have agreed that this decision is waste of money and not appropriate. She could have enjoyed her trip. But whole of her that loved Shyam once again knew this is the best she could do at that moment.


Flight was at right time. As she got down from taxi, a sheer exhaustion got mixed with her excitement. She rushed towards the elevator and almost ready with her surprise. Her sparkle and glory went in reserve when she noticed Nilesh, a friend of Shyam with his black Scorpio waiting outside their apartment. Before she could figure out anything she saw Shyam with a big Rucksack approaching towards her. Surprises were there but it was for both, in a different and awkward way. The inside story is, in absence of Radhika, Shyam wished to make best out of his space and immediately planned a trip with his friends. Poor Shyam was supposed to tell Radhika about this travel, but everything happened so quickly he had to encounter another ugly moment. Now it was not possible to cancel his trip as friends are involved and its matter of only two days, so he does not wish to back out. Shyam managed to leave with few sorry and similar half convincing statements. Everything was happening so fast, before she could realize what she expected form him, she formally smiled and wished them "Happy Journey."


She entered the house with less frustration and more confusion. The recliner was excited to see another drama but disappointed. May be her anger and other supporting emotions either gave up or grown up. She was extremely cool. Although she cribbed a bit again for canceling her trip for no reason, she laughed at her foolishness. While booking for a Spa to both rejuvenate and make up her loss, she sarcastically whispered "Boys will be boys, unexpectedly realistic and quite astute."


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