Arnav whizzed off in his car, driving the night streets of Delhi rather recklessly, his mind blank. He zipped around the city like a madman, focusing on driving not thinking. Or trying not thinking what Dadi had just said – about that night 14 years ago, that today was his wedding, that Khushi was waiting for him – damn damn and triple damn! He raced the car further as if to run away from it all till he was exhausted and spent broken and defeated he went to his sanctuary.
His mother, she would help him.
Only she couldβ¦β¦
It was dark and the lone light at the end of the garden gave an ethereal sense to the whole place. Almost instantly a sense of calm descended over him.
Help me Mamma
Patience Chotte patience! He could still hear her as he nagged her again and again – when will this become a tree Mamma? Her soft laughter, her warm embrace, it was all too real here.
He stared at their tree like a lost little boy, what should I do Mamma?
Their tree never failed to amaze him, inspire him, a symbol of patience and determination. A tender delicate sapling left all alone, exposed to the harshest of elements. It would have been so easy to give up, to yield to the continuously changing seasons and adverse conditions. Yet she stood strong, tall and proud, her gnarled twisted branches witness to lifeβs scars. Despite everything, she embraced life with open arms, as if to defy nature to do her worst, undeterred and ever graceful through the myriad seasons of time.
He sank down under the tree as if to soak in her strength and patience and sat quietly, looking up at the sky at his mother twinkling brightly in the night sky. He closed his eyes and tried to listen to her voice in his heart. After an eon he could hear her clearly as if she were standing next to him.
What is done and gone can never be undone. Look ahead my son and be happy. If you are not happy how can I be happy? Listen to your heart.
Would you be happy without her?
What purpose would be served by not accepting her and who would be avenged?
What would be the purpose of such revenge? Would I come back to life?
Whom would you be punishing by not marrying her? Khushi, yourself or me or all three?
You told her right here just the other day that she was my bahu from that day. So why this confusion? She is already my bahu, the pheras are for the rest of the family, the society. Would my son desert my bahu in her time of need, at the first sign of adversity as a married couple? Would I be proud of such a son? Β And most importantly, is any of this her fault? You punished her once for a fault that was not hers for your sister’s sake now you intend to repeat that mistake again for my sake? For how many peopleβs fault is she going to pay?
He sat there for a long time mulling over all that his heart was telling him shutting out everything else he sat till he could no longer see his mother. He got up. Β It was time. He had already broken his promise to Khushi to marry her today but this would be the last promise he ever broke he vowed. He took a last look at his sanctuary silently promised I will be back soon Mamma with her.
He drove back home at breakneck speed and dashed into RM, shouting, βKhushi, Khushiiii!β
Everyone sitting in the lobby turned to look at him. Anjali came hurrying forward, βChotte! Where were you? I have been so worried, your phone was also switched offβ¦β
βDi!β Arnav interrupted her, βWhere is Khushi? I need to talk to her?β
βKhushi? But we thought she was with you!β
Everyone looked around in consternation.
Where was Khushi? Where could she have gone and that too without telling anyone?
Arnav, looked angrily around. βWhere is Khushi? Everyone is here and no one knows where Khushi is? What the…!!! I was gone for a few hours and none of you could take care of her?β He blasted one and all. βKHUSHIIIIII!!!β
βChotte,β Di put a calming hand on his shoulder, βShe is not at home, we have checked.β She bit her lip. βWe thought she had gone with you.β
βGone with me?β Arnav was incredulous. βDidn’t you see how I was? Do you seriously think I was in a rational enough state to take Khushi along with me of all people? Khushiiiiiii!!!β
βArnav,β Dadi spoke, her face glowing with smug self-satisfaction, βit is good that girl is no longer here, at least she has more sense and shame than her Maasi who is still here,β she sneered. βI say good riddance to bad rubbish.β
βDADI!β ASR turned on her. βDont talk like that about Khushi. I have made my decision.β He raised a hand. Β βI am going to marry Khushi and that is final. Actually we are already married and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. But where is Khushi?β
βChotte!β Di exclaimed unable to believe what she was hearing. βWhat are you saying?β
Arnavβs expression darkened. βDi please! At least you should understand?β
βARNAV,β Dadi cracked the whip once again, βEven after knowing the truth, you want to marry that girl? Are you in your senses Arnav? Her Maasi trapped your father for his money, destroyed our familyβ¦β
βStop it Dadi!β Arnav clenched his fists. βWhat her Maasi did or did not do is not Khushiβs fault.β His eyes bored into hers. βJust as what Dad did is not my fault. Besides, you cannot clap with one hand can you?β
βUnbelievable!β Dadiβs icy calm demeanor cracked, as did her voice. βI canβt believe this! What spell has this girl cast on you? She has trapped you in her web of deceit for your money! Are you so blind that you canβt see it?β
βNo Dadi I canβt see it.β He retorted evenly. βAnd you still donβt get it do you? I love Khushi. And I know she also loves me.β He paused. βNothing else matters.β
βBut Arnavβ¦.β
Arnav raised his hand, βBut Dadi, even if what you say is correct. Even if she wants only my money, she is welcome to it. All my money is worthless, my life is worthless without her.β
βArnav! Donβt be so foolish and emotional, use your head, donβt be led astray by your heartβ¦.β
βRight Dadi,β He held her gaze, βlet me use my head then. Where did you get the photograph from?β
βThat is not important Arnav, what is important is that we got it before it is too late, before the weddingβ¦.β
βNo Dadi, it is too late. Khushi and I are already married. We have been husband and wife for the past 6 months so it is too late to do anything. I was just doing this for your sake, if you object, sure we wonβt go ahead with the rest of the rituals, but Khushi remains my wife,β he paused before continuing softly with a steely note in his voice, βWith or without your blessings.β
βCalm down Chotte,β Nani stepped in, βHaan Sumi, tell me who gave you the photo and when did you get to know about Garima? You didn’t need the photo to identify her did you? You told me you would never forget her face and did you not did you? The tension between you to on the day you gave the bangles was very evident. Yet you deliberately chose to keep quiet? You decided to come forth only now at the time of the wedding? Why Sumi why?β
βYes, I got to know earlier,β Dadi accepted unemotionally, βbut I wanted Garima to undergo the same agony that we underwent 14 years ago.β
βGreat Dadi,β Arnav gave a bitter laugh, βEven if it is at the cost of your own grandson’s future, life and happiness? I hope you enjoy your revenge,β he dismissed her and looked around, βbut where is that Khushi? She really drives me crazy,β he fretted, βWhere could she have gone?β Suddenly he turned to his Di and snapped, βWhere is Shyam?β
Anjali was rather taken aback with his tone. βWohβ¦.he was here till sometime agoβ¦.but he had a headache,β she faltered, βHe said he wanted to lie down, HP can you see if your Jijaji is inside?β
βNo Didi, he is not in his room.β
Anjali, looked apprehensively at ASR. βAchcha, let me call him.β Arnav paced up and down restlessly as she moved away to call him.
βKahan hai aap?β She questioned softly. βI was so worried, everyone is here only you are not here. You know Khushi is missing and Chotte is very angry. He is asking about you, okay, please, come soon.β She disconnected the phone. βChotte, heβs outside taking some fresh air. He will be here in just a moment.β
Chotte, grunted. He had a bad feeling and it was growing by the minute. Khushi, Khushi, if only you had a little more faith, a little more patience, I was coming backβ¦
Oh really? How would you have reacted, if she had left you standing at the altar?
Khushiβ¦where could she have goneβ¦.Laxmi Nagar?
βDo you think Khushi has gone to Laxmi Nagar?β He asked Buaji who was consoling Garima having climbed down from her moralistic high horse after Arnavβs blistering attack on his Dadi.
Buaji shook her head, βThe keys are with me.β
βDamn it!β Arnav turned on his heels and drove off to the temple. Khushi was sure to be here, he told himself. But she wasnβt. Yet he could feel her here. He had met her here so many times. How could she not be here? I kept running away from her and yet she kept crossing my path. And now when I need her, sheβs nowhere. Is this what is called kismet? Hey Devi Maiyya his heart called out silently as Khushiβs face with all its myriad expressions floated up help me find her, he sank down on the steps.
His phone rang, an unknown number; he picked it up. βHello?β
βArnavji, hum Khushi bol rahe hainβ¦β
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After Dadi’s revelation, Arnav left the house hurriedly. Hours after he returned clear in his mind that It was not Khushi’s fault what happened with his mother. His silent conversation with his mother in her garden made him realise that he cannot keep punishing Khushi for other people’s faults. He told his Dadi Khushi was his wife already and that she will remain his wife rituals or not.
Khushi has disappeared and no one knows where did she go. Shyam is missing too. A phonecall from Khushi but what is she going to tell Arnav?
Thank you, Dahlia
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That’s a neat summary Ferdi! π
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πππ.I was very good at doing a summary at school , never at analysing the story or characters. So I ended up dropping literature and doing sciences.
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I think you underestimate yourself! Done quite a lot of analysis on my blog itselfβΊ
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Finally, she contacted him.. and don’t you love Nani.. she is the most sanest Raizada ( well, if you overlook her fondness for Lakshmi Ji π)
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Arre Lakshmiji was her sone pe suhaaga
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This was Arnav and ASR blended in so wonderfully.
I love the way you wrote about Maa’s tree. Life lessons for us all.
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Oh I am so glad you liked the π²π΄π³ bit. I find them fascinating and hugely inspiring. And my blog has loads of their photos in their varying myriad forms and messagesπ₯°π
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Yes, Ruchi, I too loved Dahlia’s description of the tree…I felt I was sitting in front of it…and yes, with Arnav beside me π
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Arre Anu zaara us taraf bhi dekhlo – poora khandan err I mean fandom bhi saath me hi hai π
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Acha, munge toh nahi nazar aa rahe π
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Thank God Arnav is back. I hope Khushi is fine.
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Hello sweet Dahlia, so glad you dug out this long forgotten draft and shared it with us. This sansani khes was a real test for Arnav and this time he listened to his inner voice for a change, par beech beech mean bechara bhatak jata hai,aur Khushi ko, ya Dahliaji ko, use line par lana padta hai…khair, hume toh jaisa hai waisa hi bohat pyara lagta hai apna, nahi, Nani ka bitwa π
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Loved your description of the tree…. life’s lessons!! All pertinent questions, learning to handle the tussles between his mind and heart.
Hmmm, do I see a hint of exasperation for his Di ?????
“She really drives me crazy”…. hahaaa, exactly ASR and I empathise with you πππ
Dahlia, you really can get into writing episodes for our Indian shows …… dramatical endings will bring in the maximum trps π
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Bas aap aaye hume aur kya chahiyeππ
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