Contd from If it wasn’t for the isolated thought of love in her heart- Part 3
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A lesbian! What is she saying? Does she even know what does that word mean? Inside her head, Radha could hear a huge explosion. She has watched movies, read deep intense novels to an extent even supported their cause. But to be with them, in a way that calls for social interaction. That’s new.
“Here try the gulab jamun, they are softer than the leather base chapati,” Sangeeta was walking ahead of Radha in the line for dinner inside mess. Her calm and cool attitude vehemently explained that she had no idea what Radha was thinking.
After about fifteen minutes of slowly crawling through the line they settled to have their food at a corner table.
“Try the gulab jamun first. That ways you would have built a first great impression of the mess food,” Sangeeta spoke cheerfully.
“When did you come to realise?” Radha asked rather slowly.
“Almost the first day. I saw everyone taking three to four pieces and so I knew the delicacy is right there,” she replied rather candidly.
Radha didn’t respond instantly. It was now beginning to drizzle outside. Radha loved the monsoons they always reminded her of the time her father would be around, speaking to them of tales long forgotten. And her then super happy mother would bring in the hot hot pakodas. She misses him. She never speaks but it was after him that her life began to embark on this void, which is now becoming never ending for her. Radha thought about her mother who had always been the first one to speak on her behalf. Wonder how long she would continue?
“Will you not speak anything? What are you thinking now?” Sangeeta’s voice startled her.
She shook her head and murmured, “nothing.”
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“This over here is what makes the whole building look magnificent in moonlight. I often come on saturday nights to click pictures of the structure. They always come back to amaze me, the captured lights,” Sangeeta was staring at the huge constructed pillar in front and sporting a faraway look.
“Sangeeta, when was the first time you know you understood what it was like?” Radha’s curiosity suddenly found vent again.
Sangeeta didn’t reply and it was only after she perhaps realised that the question was a huge space between them that she thought of answering.
“Radha what age are you?” she asked.
“Twenty seven,” Radha replied.
“Are you the only child?” she continued.
“No. I have three younger sisters,” Radha carried on.
“Any of them married?” she asked again.
“All three of them,” Radha answered a bit quietly.
“And you being the eldest, aren’t ?” she persisted.
This time Radha chose to remain quiet. She could feel her cheeks go red with the firing of queries.
“Radha, you must be facing this socially awkward question for not more than two years. I have been asked such weird things for practically all my life. When people meet you they instantly first take stock of the point that you are not married at twenty seven and then soak in other things about you. I know you must be feeling weird, discomforted by the unwanted attention. Now put those feelings inside your head and imagine your whole life being like that,” Sangeeta spoke with a deep throat-ed voice.
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“All I want to say is that this boy is perfect for you. Job or no job, I don’t want to get ahead with this drama and please come down to meet him,” Radha heard her mother rant on the other side.
Radha quietly kept down the phone and imagined her next few days to be spent bickering with her mother over some new rishta all over again.
Imagine what must have Sangeeta gone through? Has she even accepted her orientation to them? Her parents, do they know?
Just then her phone rang, she saw the name of the caller. Invariably a smile came on her face, she of course rebuked herself on it. But then she did miss him how could she deny that?
“Oh Sushant, with the new job and a highly busy schedule, there was hardly anytime to return your call. I am so sorry. Yes tell me about this new woman you are to now marry,” she spoke into the phone in a sweet, happy voice.
to be contd. at “Its the fullstops that scare people, commas often give new life”- Part 5
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