PROLOGUE
She bent down to pick her handkerchief. Where did it fall from?? Wondering about this, she raised her eyes and stood up. Along the way, she saw a pair of dusted, rugged blue jeans standing in front of her. And then, her eyes saw him. They smiled, and her lips followed suit. It was Akshay.
“Hi… mmm… mmm”
“Hi… uh… mmm.. What’s next hour? Rao sir taking it?
“Uh??... Oh… I’m not sure I’m going… uh… coffee?”
“Oh sure… Infact, I wanted to grab something to eat too, before Rao sir’s class”
“Oh! Great… What’ll you have? Veg
“Uh... Ok… but I’ll pay for mine…”
“Hey… its ok… today its on me… “ – but” “ - … and you can treat me tomorrow, fine?”
“…. Uh… ok!”
They sat on the corner-most table of the canteen, biting into their sandwiches. Nobody spoke for some time. Then Akshay cleared his throat and started to say something…
“Ahem… uh… Sanjana… uh well…”
“…? What??”
“Uh… I don’t know if this is the way I have to tell this… uh… but… uh..”
“What?”
“I love you” (Sh*t!! I could have done better than that!!”)
She, stopped, mid way through her last bite of the sandwich. Her brows, furrowed first, and rose after that.
“Uh… I mean… you know… its ok you…” His left hand clenching his hair, and his face twisted into an embarrassed frown.
She placed her hand on his other hand, which was in his plate.
(She wants my sandwich??!! …. Owww… sh*t!! What the hell am I thinking… Ow… is this real? Did she touch my hand? Ow…My heart will pop out now…) “uh…aa… I…”
“I was just waiting for you to say it”. A warm smile lit up her pretty face.
He took a deep breath, and sighed with a relief… None of them spoke… for God-knows how much time after that. Sanjana missed Rao sir’s next class, and she didn’t even come to know of it. Even if she did, she probably wouldn’t have bothered, either.
Finally, they both stood up, and slowly walked out of the canteen, hand in hand.
Akshay said “Uh… just wanted to confess… Uh… It was I who dropped your handkerchief there. I had flicked it from your desk yesterday.” He grinned sheepishly.
Sanjana gave him a brief glance, and then looking ahead, as they walked, she said, in a rather nonchalant tone “I guessed so”
Akshay’s face turned red, but Sanjana did not notice it. They walked into the park.
CHAPTER
Six years of courtship later, finally the day came. Akshay and Sanjana, both got the permission from their families, to get married – a year since they had first sought the permission. Neither of the families were in favor of it initially, but after sustained efforts from both Akshay and Sanjana, they gave in, albeit, not fully willingly.
Meanwhile, between themselves, it wasn’t all roses for Akshay and Sanjana. They bickered over little things, every now and then. He didn’t like her taking too much time to get ready. She didn’t like his undisciplined way of life. He didn’t like her talking to too many guys, especially a couple of them, with whom he wouldn’t get along well with. She in turn, found fault with him drooling over girls who weren’t ‘appropriately’ dressed. He felt disappointed when she couldn’t come out with him on a Sunday. She felt sad, that he couldn’t understand her helplessness in not being able to come. He didn’t like her going to office on weekends. She didn’t like him giving more importance to his inter-corporate TT matches, than her. He felt that she was over-possessive. She felt, he did not give her as much personal space she would have wished to have.
But then, they were in love… Right?
Occasionally, it would go from petty arguments to big fights, and then, they wouldn’t talk to each other for a few days. Then either of them would make up – flowers, cute sms’es and mails, a surprise visit… and then all would be fine. Atleast they felt so. And that too, inspite of not having a cordial environment in their homes, since the day, they spoke about their marriage.
But then, they were in love… Right?
Even so, since the day they got the green signal at home, the bickering seemed to get more incessant and intense. Each of their parents had their own plans about how and when the engagement and wedding would be held, and weren’t too appreciative about the views from the other side. Akshay and Sanjana were strewn between supporting their own parents, trying to convince the other and nursing their own personal ambitions.
Finally one day, the argument between them, over the venue of their engagement went over the top. They came down to shouting and even abusing each other and then their parents. Had it gone further, Akshay probably would have even beaten Sanjana. But he held himself back, and turned and left in a huff.
It was
When she finally came back to her senses, she looked at her watch. 20:32. It was the same watch Akshay had gifted her, two years back, when he got his first salary. She slowly caressed the beautiful white dial of the watch, momentarily slipping into a flashback. A drop of tear from her eye fell on the glass, blurring the display. She wiped her eyes, looked up and cringed.
How was she to get back now? She didn’t know that area very well. This was the most recent meeting place, Akshay had got her to, a week back.
She didn’t want to call him. If he could leave her like that, without bothering about how she would get back, and how worried her parents would be, she felt, she would not ask him for help. She had no intention of making up, and ‘accepting defeat’ this time. Definitely, not this time!
There was no one around. She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and hurriedly walked towards the road, she felt, would take her to the main road, from where she could catch an auto.
It was quiet, except for the clip-clop of her sandals, echoing from the walls of the park, on either sides. Five minutes later, she reached a crossroad. There was no one around to ask directions. She strained her ears, to see if she could make out which direction the main road would be in. No use. Seemed like she’d gone deaf, or the entire world had gone quiet.
The
Sanjana took the road to her left, hoping that the sound of the Sunday evening traffic on the main road, would soon reach her ears. She kept walking for what seemed like eternity, but the main road never arrived. Several times, she stopped to wonder, if it was the wrong road, and if it’d be better to go back to the crossroads, and try another road, but she did not have enough courage to go back to the haunting silence outside the park again.
The silence was deafening.
Her phone began to ring… ‘Nothing’s gonna change my love for you…’ Akshay!! She was relieved… For a moment, she forgot all about their fight, and eagerly picked the phone.
“Hi honey…”
“Hi Sanju… I just called to say, that we probably need to rethink if we want to go ahead with marriage. ‘Coz the way we fought today, that too, even before being married… well I don’t know where this would go… if this continues this way… So, just give this a thought… Good night”. Click
Sanjana froze in her tracks. She couldn’t believe what she heard was right. She wanted to move. She couldn’t. She wanted to call him back. She couldn’t. She wanted to scream. She couldn’t. She felt faint, and just collapsed on the dimly lit side walk, and began staring into the darkness on the opposite side of the road. Her mouth was wide open, in disbelief and shock.
HONK!
Sanjana was startled. She looked up, and saw an auto, which had stopped for her on the side of the road.
“Madam… what are you doing here at this time? Where do you want to go?”, the driver asked from inside, craning his neck outside.
Sanjana was mum. The auto driver got down, came close to her, and saw her ghoulish pale-white face. He shook her gently and said “Madam… where do you stay?”
Sanjana looked at him, still in a sort of a trance and said in a voice which was barely more than a whisper and something she could not recognize as her own, “Bank Colony…”
“Please come madam, let me drop you home”
Sanjana walked like a zombie and sat in the auto, and the driver started off.
What had gone wrong? Six years we have been together, through all the thick and thin… and today, he says, forget it all?? Is our relationship that weak? Have I never fully understood him, all these years??
Paapa and mamma had agreed for this, only for my happiness. They’d asked me over and again, if I was sure that I wanted to live my entire life with Akshay… They weren’t fully convinced about him. But they had given into my stubbornness. They’d invoked the ire of all the relatives, and agreed for the marriage… All my friends and neighbours knew about it… I could not step back now…
And now… how am I to tell them, that they… or rather Akshay, had called it off?? Paapa and mamma would be devastated… What will the people say?? Who will marry me after this?? And what about Chutki? Would she have to the bear the consequences of my mistake? Who would marry her???
“Bhaiyya… please stop here”
“Madam… but Bank colony is another two kilometers away…”
“No… my aunt lives here. I will go to her house”
“Ok madam… as you say.”
The auto driver stopped the auto. Sanjana handed him a 100 rupee note and asked him to keep the change. The auto driver thanked her, wished her good night, and left.
* * * * *
Early next morning, at
THE
Sanjana took the road in the middle, hoping that the sound of the Sunday evening traffic on the main road, would soon reach her ears. She kept walking for what seemed like eternity, but the main road never arrived. Several times, she stopped to wonder, if it was the wrong road, and if it’d be better to go back to the crossroads, and try another road, but she did not have enough courage to go back to the haunting silence outside the park again.
The silence was deafening.
She began getting a sinking feeling in her heart. Immediately, she took her phone out of her purse, and called Akshay.
Four rings later, Akshay picked up the call, and said roughly “Yes… what is it now??”
Sanjana was so relieved to hear his voice, that she began sobbing. “I’m sorry honey… I shouldn’t have talked to you like that…(sniff) I was being so silly… (sniff) I’m so sorry… we shall have the engagement where your parents want… I’ll convince my parents (sniff)… I’m so sorry…(sob)
Akshay mellowed down. “Its okie sweety… I knew you would understand. Now… now… you don’t cry…You’re my sweetheart right?? Don’t cry… Where are you now? You reached home?”
“No honey… (sniff) I wanted to take an auto, and started walking towards the main road. But I think I’m lost. (sniff) I’m on the road straight down the park, where we met. Can you come fast? I am feeling very scared…” and she began sobbing again.
“Hey sweety… I’m coming there in 5 minutes. You stay right there, ok?”
Ten minutes later, the sound of Akshay’s bike reached a totally-sapped Sanjana’s ears, and it felt like music. Akshay came, and Sanjana ran and hugged him tight, even before he unmounted. Akshay held her close, and kissed her forehead. Sanjana took the pillion seat, clasped her arms around his shoulders from underneath his arms, and they rode into the darkness, towards Sanjana’s house.
The engagement was held in the wedding hall, and on the date that Akshay’s parents had wanted. Sanjana’s parents had to spend several thousands more than they had intended, on that day.
The wedding was held four weeks later, and it seemed like the entire town had turned up for it. Sanjana’s parents also gifted Akshay the latest MUV in the market, as per his parents’ demand. By the end of the extravaganza, Sanjana’s father was broke, and he had lost a great part of his lifetime savings, and was fraught with the worry about his second daughter’s future.
Sanjana was distressed seeing her father’s plight, but didn’t have the courage to say anything to Akshay or his parents, to alleviate it. But then, her parent’s had invoked the ire of all the relatives, and agreed for the marriage. All her friends and neighbors knew about it. After all this sacrifice, she did not want to say or do anything that would irk her in-laws, and make them step back.
Soon after wedding, Sanjana resigned from her job, at the behest of Akshay and her in-laws, much against her own wish. Even in her wildest dreams, she’d never thought that she would have to see a day like that. But she kept quiet and became a housewife, from then.
Two years had passed since the marriage, and Akshay and Sanjana still did not have any children. Sanjana’s mother-in-law used to taunt her at every small opportunity. Even Akshay started taking the cue from his mother, and would behave rudely with her. She lost all her peace of mind, and her life became a living hell. Although she was still in her late twenties, she started having heart problems. Her health began deteriorating rapidly. But she kept quiet.
* * * * *
Six months later, Sanjana’s parents immersed the ashes of Sanjana’s body, who had died of a heart failure, on the banks of the
THE ‘RIGHT’ ROAD
Sanjana took the road to the right, hoping that the sound of the Sunday evening traffic on the main road, would soon reach her ears. She kept walking for what seemed like eternity, but the main road never arrived. Several times, she stopped to wonder, if it was the wrong road, and if it’d be better to go back to the crossroads, and try another road, but she did not have enough courage to go back to the haunting silence outside the park again.
The silence was deafening.
As she walked as fast as she could in the dim light of the street lamps, her foot accidentally landed in a pothole on the side of the road, and she sprained her leg. She gave out a cry of pain, and collapsed on the sidewalk. She was in tears, both in pity of her state, and the swollen ankle.
A couple of minutes later, she saw the flash of a torch light, and felt a man walk towards with a dog on leash. The man came close to her, and flashed the light on her face.
“Hello beti … what happened? Why are you sitting here this way?”
The man was around 60 years old, and about the age of her father. He had a pleasant countenance and a concerned smile on his face.
“I sprained my ankle, Uncle”
“Oh! Where do you stay? Is there anyone else with you?”
“Yes Uncle, one of my friends’ is coming. I just called her. She stays nearby” she lied. She was not sure if she wanted to trust a stranger at that time of the night.
“Oh! Is it? I live in that house there…” he said pointing to a verandah a couple of compounds yonder. “Please come with me. It is not safe for you to be here on the road, now. You can wait for your friend there. Or else, I will wait here, till your friend comes”
Sanjana opened her mouth to say something to object, but by then, the
Sanjana remembered Timothy. He would be waiting for her at home, like her parents.
She stroked the dog, scratched its ear, and got up. Somehow, the dog’s gesture had softened her, and she agreed to walk up to the man’s place.
Once they reached his house, he called his son. A handsome young man, about 25 – 28 years of age, and about six feet in height came outside, and smiled brightly at Sanjana. He went in, got the first aid kit and began nursing Sanjana’s foot.
“Do you live somewhere close by beti ?”
“No uncle, I stay in Bank Colony”
“Bank Colony? What is your father’s name?”
“Uh… Uncle his name his Radheshyam Trivedi”
“Oh!!” the man exclaimed, “you are Radhe’s daughter? I know him very well. Both of us are members at the Gymkhana at Gandhi Chowk … My name is Ramprakash Dubey. You don’t worry at all… Call him up, and tell him you are at my home. I will drop you home now, or else, if you don’t have a problem, you can stay here tonight, and I will drop you, early in the morning tomorrow”
Sanjana was glad to hear this. She called up home, and told her parents not to worry. Ramprakash Dubey also spoke to Sanjana’s father. An hour later, Dubey and his son, dropped Sanjana at her house.
It was a week since they had fought. But neither Sanjana nor Akshay had made an attempt to make up. Both of them were resolute on their stand, and were waiting for the other, to call up and apologize.
It was Saturday. Sanjana was busy cleaning her room, when her phone began to ring… ‘Nothing’s gonna change my love for you…’ Akshay!! She picked up the phone.
“Hi Sanju… I just called to say, that we probably need to rethink if we want to go ahead with marriage. ‘Coz the way we fought the other day, that too, even before being married… well I don’t know where this would go… if this continues this way… So, just give this a thought…”
Sanjana didn’t say a word, and hung up.
That evening, when she was listening to music, and grooming Timothy’s hair, in her room, her father came in.
“Beta… what are you doing? … Oh… Timmy’s also here”
“Yes Paapa… I was just checking his body for ticks”
“Beta, I happened to meet Dubey uncle today at the Gymkhana… And as we talked about you and his son Rahul, he suddenly asked your hand for Rahul… uh… I didn’t know how to tell him about you and Akshay, so I just brushed aside the matter, and didn’t tell him anything… but…”
“Paapa… if you feel Rahul is a good match for me, then I don’t have a problem”
Mr. Trivedi was shocked. “Why beta…What happened …”
Sanjana raised her hand, as if to stop the flood of questions her father wanted to ask her and said “ Please Paapa, don’t ask me anything more about this. You weren’t very happy with me getting married to Akshay right. Even I have decided, that it may not work. Maybe he was not meant for me… Trust me. Say yes to Dubey uncle.
Mr. Trivedi hugged his daughter, and left without a word.
* * * * *
It is two years since Sanjana is happily married to Rahul. They have a one year old son, named Swastik.
EPILOGUE
Somewhere, another Sanjana bent down, to pick up her handkerchief…
23 comments:
hey subbi.. kinda weird story(s) i shud say...
but keep them coming
amazing story subbu bhai
...simply sooper
wow... really good. now am really looking forward for the next one.
Good Effort ! ..
But the 'right road' , seems to be too easy (makes me wonder if it worked by fluke ??)!! whats the reason that this relationship clicked ? That Q wasn't answered for me by the story....
The right road wasn't easy. In fact, it was the most difficult among all the roads. Because it required Sanjana to make an practical and mature decision. To recognize that there was only blind love in the relationship, but not respect. To see that there was no future in going on, and that the earlier she realized that, and moved on, the better for her.
The reason why the last relationship clicked, is the same, as the reason why - statistically - arranged marriages are more successful than love marriages.
Coz, the corner-stone of these relationships, is the respect you have for the other person, based on what you know about him/her. The love, that spawns from this, is fundamentally more strong. On the other hand, romantic love, in most cases has a common pitfall - you tend to invade the other person's private space and step on his toes, without respecting his/her views as they are.
A common friend sent the link across. It is a great attempt at story telling. You would appreciate that the same can be said in almost half the words - criply. And that precisely differentiates 'O Henry and lesser mortals - us.
Everyone can relate to the plot of your story. It does provide some insight into your understanding of emotions. However, in the next one, you would like to create a scene of sorts. This one does not provide too many visual inputs to aid imagination of reader.
I haven't read this story by 'O Henry. So, this presentation seemed innovative to me. Perhaps you would like to like the challenge of writing in a way that is unheard and on a topic that is difficult to relate to. Your success would be determined by the way people can still relate to it.
Never mind my critique, I wish you to keep writing. All the best!
Nice story Subhash..
its a nice style of writing..good work..keep it up!!
But I have one question..if you were to end the story with just one ending..which one would it be?
Thanks for the comments Reks...
The idea of the crossroads itself, was to show that, there are many ways of looking at every challenge, and it depends on how you look at it.
As for, the preferred ending.. well...everybody loves happy endings :-) ... me too
A good story...Well, what was the first path that u thought about?
The happy ending, Rishi... It was like thinking backwards from the finish line :-)
Keep your versatility going.
This is a nice story to start off man, nicely thought off. Liked the style of writing.
Keep it up.
The third road seems to be the most sensible, as all relations have to be balanced both sides.. and the effort was not there in earlier two road... nice.
good work subhash.. keep it up!! I really like the way u've put it down! some ques remain unanswered.. Even after being in a relationship for 6 long yrs,how could a trivial matter like the venue of the engagement just end it off(end of life in one of the stories)? n how could it start at all when there was no respect??
Well Geeta, the question you have asked at the end -'how could it start at all, when there was no respect' is what i've tried to highlight here.
Although it seems like a very simple fact, what we see in most relationships, around us today, is that they aren't exactly based on respect - they are more so, based on blind romantic love, where one person more often than not, takes the other for granted.
And it is not the issue of the engagement, that broke the relationship, but everything that happened before it. Only this issue made them think twice, coz they knew, that it was their last chance to change their mind, if they wanted to.
Hey Dasi..its an amazing story!..idea of crosswalk and different endings, just reminds me the application of probability theory to life..life is full of uncertainty..of all the ways, there are very few roads to peace!..everyone realizes this in his life..but no one learns such things from other's life..that's why i guess, "Somewhere, another Sanjana bent down, to pick up her handkerchief…"!
Awesome story!..keep going!
True argod.. what i wanted to emphasize is the same - almost all love stories follow one of the paths in the story.. the only sad part being, that they don't learn from others' experiences, and faulter themselves... like you pointed out...
hey subhash.amazing story..very well written..the words seem to have just fitted in so well..the concept is a gud one too..the story really holds your attention n makes ya feel one wid it..n is one wid which most of the people can relate to..
but sumhow the middle road didn quite sink in well wid me..if its the same sajana who wuz practical enuf to forget akshay n get married to rahul n lead a happy life..what happened to her sense of praticality in the middle road..why did she have to put up wid his family's ridiculous demands n ofcourse the torchere from her mom-in law..she is a workin woman n is well educated..girls nowadays r smart n know wat they want..she wudn hav definately put up wid dat..she wud hav called off the wedding or may be later she wud have demanded for a divorce..i think thats the way most of the middle roads end these days..say what?
Thanks a lot for that feedback Punita.
As for your comment on the ending of the middle road - the idea is that all three roads are mutually exclusive - only one of them is possible. This means that, the Sanjana that followed the middle road, although educated and independent, was timid, and compromising, and brought on herself that misery.
YOU might not fit the description and are radical and bold in your outlook, so this thought may seem ridiculous... butif you actually look carefully around you, you'll see many girls who will fit that description... I have seen a few of them myself...
Mere education does not ensure that a person gets courage... THAT.. is a survival instinct, that needs to come from within...
Hey, good one! One teeny-weeny doubt here, in the 'Right' Path, hadnt it been for the Pothole, she wudnt hv gotten the attn of her father's friend, so does tht mean, its by mere luck or accident tht we are able to take a better decision?? All she needed to do was to think for herself first and see if the relationship was worth the effort.
But no thinkin was involved, she blindly jumped at the first offer her father mentioned, so dont u think she's repeating the mistake she once committed?
Thanks for the comment Navyata.
The idea of the pothole, is just symbolic to show, how she found time for herself to reflect on her decision, time to think about the relationship, with a fresh mind, and not a literal significant event...
And it is definitely not that she did not think about the proposal from the father and jumped at it. She agreed to let him consider it. It was more of trusting his experience, and his ability to take a good decision for her.
I have been trying to get the symbolism in calling the last one as the right one.
Basically, it looks like a very mature and practical decision. But then, it seems to turn hollow on what we know about her. The previous set of write ups, do not flesh her character enough - no, I am not saying it had to be more verbose, as one can say a lot in few words.
The different endings, are a bit too riddled with chance happenings. Yes, many things do happen in life, but it seemed like you were trying too hard to get the ending you wanted with each of them - symbolism or not.
As a post script - no, I have not read Roads of Destiny (I entertain myself with the likes of Lord Of The Rings - ya I know - I am still a kid. :P)
In any case, a worthy effort at portrayal of emotions and characters. If it were a painting, I would say that you will need to pick up the thinner brushes and add more details, but your broad brush strokes do show good execution of form.
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