Angel Dstar

Romance

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Angel Dstar

Romance

COME BACK WITH THE RAIN

COME BACK WITH THE RAIN

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The foreboding clap of thunder gave a dramatic effect to gust of wind which slammed the window shut at the head of the staircase and send the dainty lady trotting down the stairs tumbling down into the broad chest of Mihir, unruly curls snuggled on his chest throat and wove a fine net on his face. He stood there frozen in time, unaware of her embarrassed withdrawal, her apology, her quickly going away in the rain leaving behind her rich feminine perfume to linger on him henceforth. He returned home absentminded. It was past lunch time. “so, are you done flirting with the world already?” it was his wife’s normal sarcastic welcome note that he usually ignored, today it jarred on his senses, a deep guilt weighed him down. One word led to another, and he brushed against his wife to leave the dining table. The sky was thundering, bolts after bolts of lightning struck on his endurance, his patience. The rantings of the mad with anger wife faded out and took him years, no decades back, his village, the large farm, and his guitar teacher who lived half an hour of cycling away. During the closing of his college, he would go back to his grandparents’ house and spend many a treasured evening on the terrace of the guitar teacher. Theirs’ was a large family, too many people to know who belonged to whom, except one pretty girl who he initially assumed to be a hired help as she would always go around doing other’s bidding, till his teacher corrected him that she was the daughter of one of his city settled uncle who died recently leaving his two daughters and a wife at the mercy of these people. The girl had a grace about her, he would steal a glance at her poise stealthily when she came to give them tea or refreshments. Back in room he was trying to draw a pencil sketch of her when sleep eluded him.

It was one such thunderous evening, the teacher was on the terrace trying to find suitable tune to strum and called out to him to come up to join him, the staircase was unsheltered, and a generously wet due to the rain. The lithe girl was carrying a tray of glassware, she hesitated and waited for him to go first, he did the same, she picked up a little speed to pass him quick on the narrow stairs and slipped, trying to save the glassware more than herself she missed her steps, instinctively he reached out and supported her on his young and intense chest. By the time the family came around she went from poor helpless girl to vamp, scheming woman who had an eye on this rich man’s son to get out of their pecuniary distress in no time. Any defense she gave infuriated all the guardians of morality of the house particularly one of her aunts who had a daughter her age and was herself eying this strapping young man for that daughter. Each punished her verbally, that particular aunt took up the onus on her to teach the girl a lesson for life so that she would not repeat this mistake again and dragged her down by her hair tearing her ear stud off her earlobe with her force. She dragged the helpless girl down cursing her and struck her with what came up her hand in that moment of anger. There was a squeal of pain, and a line of blood formed on her face from forehead to chin across her face. “Try now you won’t succeed” he heard as he bent down to pick up her ear stud, even that had a little of blood on it from the tearing. He wanted to be angry, very much so, but could not be angry enough to strike them back, to shout at them, he hadn’t stood up for anything in his life, words did not come to him easy, he came away unnoticed, angry, hurt and disturbed.

His grandparents came to know of some loss of peace on the next neighbourhood that involved their grand kid and soon enough discovered his sketch. He could not tell them that he had lost the gold ring they had given them a few days ago and needed to go back for it. No words were exchanged, only his stay was cut short and he very curtly parceled back to his city where his father quickly attached him with an old bald union leader who secured his life by putting him on a permanent service at a very comfortable position and getting him wedded to his short and fat daughter as an added thrown in.

The thunder struck somewhere close and brought Mihir back to reality. That encounter on the stairs and the female perfume had worked its way up to make his wife go full ballistic. The short woman looked shorter to him with time and got fatter with age, she had by now turned the house upside down to get to the bottom of this fragrance. He was so lost in that past that all her angry warnings did not reach him in his tree facing balcony where he was washing the dust off his soul in the rain. She hunted every drawer of his that was usually out of range for her and in this hour fished a small snuff case from the very end of odd old things. Mihir jumped at the box like his life depended on it. In the grabbing and snatching the box broke and a discoloured ear stud dropped on the floor. Before she could utter a loud word at it, a change came over him. He picked the stud up very caringly and asked his wife to stop, there was something in his voice that even he himself had never witnessed. She stepped back and he placing that ear-stud close to his shirt pocket drove out in the rain.

    There is no better sleuth than a suspecting wife and she caught up on her husband after a week of his being untraced at the living quarters of a downtown school. A plain woman opened to the knocking of her husband. She had a dark long, strange mark on her face from forehead to chin. Her every feature spoke of struggle of pain and endurance. He cleared his throat a couple of times, “I met them last week and told them you were not at fault” he tried to add courage to the words, she smiled a very sad smile in return and from her meagre belongings brought out his long-lost ring. He opened his palm to show her stud. The silence was so thick ot could be sliced with a knife. His wife stepped in and held his arm. The look in her eyes changed colours, wait to despair to intense pain to stoic silence and back to silent wait again. He looked into them and tried to look brave as his wife strongly led him away.


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