BEZUBA, PART 15

~BEZUBA~

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~PART 15~

 

Dadimaa- Aapko wo mili kaise?

*Mai toh bas aivayi outhouse me idhar-udhar ghoom rai thi toh mujhe store room me mili.* Geet signed excitedly. *Aapko maza aaya ke nai?*

 

Dadimaa fondly caressed Geet’s head. Hum saalo baad kamre ki diwaro se bahar nikale. Agar aap itni zidd na karti toh hum kabhi nai jaate. Geet grinned n that made Dadimaa’s smile too. She couldn’t remember when was the last time her old eyes had witnessed the sun but today Geet had forcefully took her out to gardens on the wheelchair she had found in storeroom. The wheelchair was brought for Dadimaa only, years ago, but she had refused to move on it. Her bed was enough to carry her weight n room to provide a space for breathing. She didn’t want to go out or talk to anyone. Dadimaa’s sickness after the stroke she once had was more of self induced rather than a result of old age.

 

Dadimaa- Aapne jaise hume inn char diwaro se azaad karaya hum chahte hai ke aap bhi ussi tarah azaad ho. At Geet’s confused expressions Dadimaa continued. Aap apni studies continue kyu nai karti. Aapko padhna pasand hai na?

 

Geet- *Par Dadimaa mai school gai toh sab hasenge na? Mai itni badi hu.*

 

Hum college ki baat kar rahe hai. Apne apni schooling toh complete karli hai.

 

*Haan, lekin mere paas certificates, marksheets kuch nai hai. Bina uske mujhe kisi college me admission nai milega.*

 

Hmm. Hum kuch zaroor sochenge beta, aap fiqar mat kariye.

 

 

 

Geet descended the stairs hopeful with what Dadimaa had suggested. She would be so happy to continue studies. She had loved studying n knowing reasons for everything. Books made you familiar with the world around. When small she had wanted to become doctor but changed the plan when she found out how cool police officers were. Later she had discovered about engineers n following that entrepreneurs. She had wanted to be something new every week.

 

Sadly, she could achieve nothing. Her father died n books, school n dreams became a thing of past.

 

Upon seeing a servant working in the kitchen Geet decided to help him. She didn’t want to go back to outhouse n be alone. Annie n Divya were also not around so she wouldn’t be scolded.

 

*Mai help kar du?* Geet wrote on pad n showed to the servant.

 

The servant made an unpleasant face n shook his head. Hum khud kar lenge. Apparently, all servants found Geet no better than themselves. She was from a small village n wasn’t respected by both Divya n Annie then how could they accept her as their mistress. Hence they were rude to her too.

 

*Aap akele kaam kar rahe hai, mai madad kar dungi.* She showed him the pad n then picked a knife to cut the veggies that were already lying on counter. Irritated, the servant held her hand and took the knife away from it.

 

Servant- Aapse kaha na maine hum kar lenge. Agar kuch gadbad ho gaya toh memsaab humme dosh dengi.

 

Dinesh haath chodo uska.

 

At the enraged voice both their heads turned.

 

Servant- Maan sir aap…

 

Maan marched towards him n held his collar. Tumhari himmat kaise hui usse chune ki. His skin burned with the vision of Geet’s hand in that servant’s. How dare he touch her and the way he talked to her- Anger surged in him like wildfire and within moments he was shaking with fury.

 

Nakul, Raghu sab ke sab yahan aao. Nakul maine tumse kya kaha tha? Nakul bowed his head. KYA KAHA THA?

 

Ki Geet madam ka dhayan rakhna hai.

 

Toh phir yeh kya hai? Ab kya mujhe tum logo ko sikhana padega ki malik-naukar ka rishta kya hota hai. Maan slapped the servant hard n pushed him back. Everyone standing was left stunned including Geet. Ise meri nazaro se dur karo isse pehle ke mai kuch kar du. Aur dobara mujhe koi bhi, yaad rahe koi bhi, Geet se batameezi se baat karte hue, ya dekhte hue bhi mil gaya toh mujhse bura koi nai hoga.

 

Leave him outside n make sure he never shows his face again in KM.

Divya came there- Aap kab tak aise karte rahenge Maan. Suresh kahin nahi jayega. Yeh ladki apke kaan bharti rahegi. Aap kya sabko ghar se bahar kar denge?

The condition in which Maan was he didn't want to argue with anyone, least with his mother. Maa, isme koi behas karne wali baat nai hai. Bas yeh KM se bahar jaa raha hai.

Divya- Aaj aap isse bahar nikal rahe hai. Kal yeh kisi aur ki chugli karegi toh aap usse bahar nikalenge, phir aap hume bhi bahar nikal denge?

Maa... Maan screamed. Mujhe aapse koi baat nahi karni, samjhi aap. Divya's eyes filled with tears n Maan gritted his teeth. YEH YAHA NAHI DIKHNA CHAHIYE. Geet kept her hand over Maan’s but couldn't contain him; he was a force too massive for her to hold.

Divya's voice broke but it had anger mixed in- Aap aise hamesha apne man ki nai kar sakte, Maan. Hum jo keh rahe hai wo apke bhale ke lie hai. Aapko dikhta nai yeh iss ghar ko tod rai hai?

Maan whispered- Jo cheez salamat ho usse toda jaata hai. His voice hardened again. Mai jo chahu kar sakta hu. Yeh ghar mera hai. He turned towards the servants. Iss ghar me Geet ki wahi izzat aur position honi chahiye jo meri hai. Mai dobara iss baat ko repeat nai karunga. With that he marched out n Geet ran behind him.

 

 

 

 

 

Mujhe akela chod do. Maan said when Geet resisted his attempt at closing the door n keeping her out. She shook her head coming in. Miserably, he pushed his hairs back, off his sweaty forehead. When Geet moved her hands he gave her his back. Koi baat nai karni mujhe, tumhe samajh nai aata. His voice was weak now, almost indecipherable. He wished her to leave, he was going to burst if she didn’t or worse break down. How could he let her witness that? What would he answer? Already he had failed as a man, as the husband she deemed him to be. He couldn’t look after her, didn’t even know what she wanted. He wanted her to hate him n it was so difficult living up to everything together. Visions of that servant holding her hand made his blood boil at the same time freeze in his veins.

 

Perhaps he could kill him n get rid of this suffering. Geet raised her pad in front of Maan’s eyes. Her face was troubled n pleading. She was probably freaking out seeing him like this. A guy, who shouted on his mother, overreacted massively over a servant touching her n now doing a freak show in his room. Anyone would get scared. Good for her.

 

He read what she was showing.

 

*Aapko itna sab nai kehna chahiye tha Maan. Mai jaanti hu aap galat nai hai. Mai samjhti hu. Par jo aapne kia wo bhi sahi nai tha. Jaisa log sochte hai usme hamesha unki galti nai hoti, balki haalat galat hote hai. Uss naukar ko nikaal kar aapne galat kia aur maa se aise baat karke aur bhi galat.* Geet had tears in her eyes when Maan looked into them. She signed with her hands. *Jitni galti aapki hai utni shayad meri bhi hai. Maine koshih ki ke mai maa ko dikha saku ke mai itni buri nai par wo-*

 

Bas. Maan showed her a hand and Geet jumped back as if electrified. Mai lad kar aaya apni maa se wo kafi nai hai tumhare lie? Akhir aur kya chahti ho tum. Mai jaan gaya tum koshish kar rai ho par agar maa tumhe apni bahu nai maanti toh isme mai kya karu. Mai unhe force toh nahi kar sakta. Geet shook her head. He was taking her words wrongly. She didn’t mean what he was thinking. She wasn’t complaining. Mai thak gaya hu. Waha maa se aur yaha tumse. Well, I have news for you. Mere paas aur bhi important kaam hai so get lost.

 

Geet kept a hand over her mouth to muffles the silent sobs n rushed out. Maan punched the mirror; blood trickled down his hand dripping on the floor. It would leave mark on the carpet, Maan thought with a hysterical laugh. Some stains could never be cleaned.

 

 

PRECAP- Will Maan read the letter?

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