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“There was no need of all this, Anjali Ji” She was saying, while stuffing another cashew in her mouth.
“Nahi nahi! It’s our pleasure, Devika Ji. And Beta, why don’t you drink your tea, before it turns cold”? My mother turned to the guy, sitting between his mom and dad.
He merely smiled at my mom, and picked up his tea cup.
Apparently, there was enough space on the sofa to accommodate two more people, so I wondered why were they crushing their poor son to death, as he looked visibly uncomfortable.
This was the boy I was going to marry, if everything went well, at this similar to an “interview” scenario.
I was sitting opposite to him, along with my mother, silently counting the cashews his mother was consuming.
“Or batao beta, are you graduated”? She turned towards me.
I looked at my mother, and she smiled at me with assurance.
“I am a PhD holder in organic chemistry, aunty” I replied with a smile.
“Is that what took you so long to marry? 26 is a little late for women to get married, beta” She said with a wry smile.
Then why the hell are you here, at a 26 year old woman’s house, with a marriage proposal aunty?
I asked her that question mentally; partially because, I didn’t wanted to be rude, and partially because, she didn’t wait for my reply, but instead turned towards my mother and continued in her loud voice,
“Adit has an elder sister, ji. She wanted to come too, but she’s expecting her second child, you see. We are glad that we got her married, as soon as she turned 21. What is the point in spending a lot of money on your girl’s education, when she’s going to get married eventually. A girl’s primary concern should be to take care of the family she’s been married to. My daughter’s in-laws got no complaints about her. She takes good care of the her husband and in-laws, just as I taught her. I am proud of what my daughter has become!”
Oh yeah, housewife indeed. What a flex!
She said that so dramatically, heaving a sigh of relief, which gave me an impression that, her daughter was a burden to her.
Well of course, I couldn’t say that out loud. The fact that her daughter stays at home and takes care of her in-laws didn’t irk me, but how this woman reared her daughter just for that sole purpose, pissed me off. Two minutes into the conversation, I had already begun to feel disgusted. I wondered how her family put up with her.
“So Meghna beta, what are your hobbies?” Her husband spoke to me for the first time.
“I like to read, uncle, and sometimes I play guitar too” I replied.
Adit looked at me, when he heard the word guitar.
Maybe he had a thing for guitars too.
“Acha beta, I think that’s pretty cool…” He was saying, when the obnoxious woman interrupted him,
“What cool ji?” She asked her husband sharply.
“Beta, take up some hobbies like cooking, I’ve never once in my life, seen a woman playing a guitar!” She said turning towards me.
Well aunty, there’s a world beyond your vision. Also, thanks for letting me know that hobbies were gender based too.
I looked at Adit, and yes, he had seen a lot of women, playing guitar, the look of embarrassment on his face said it all.
Okay! This woman truly was repulsive. I couldn’t help but, feel happy for her “happily married” daughter, for having an escape from such a terrible mother.
I wondered why my mother was so silent. Unlike this lady, my mother is a no-nonsense person. But, this time she was sitting silently, watching me getting humiliated.
“Also beta Meghna….” the vile woman had no intention to stop, “…we don’t prefer woman, who wear short or revealing clothes, even at home. There will be men in the house, you see”.
What? Did you just say “men” aunty? What type of men do you have at your house? And who are these men who can’t stand your daughter-in-law wearing whatever clothes she wants to, without losing their self-control? Your son? Your husband? Your relatives? What does that say about the “men” you have in your life aunty?! And how are the “men” at your house, any of my concern at all? And why are you teaching me morality, instead of teaching them self control?
What concerned me now, was my mother’s silence. I couldn’t believe that my mom wouldn’t respond to this women’s gibberish.
Only if I could get back the cashews I’ve wasted on this women, if not my time!
I couldn’t put to words, how badly I wanted her out of my house. I couldn’t help but feel pity for her, to have formed such toxic opinions, to have lived her life around people who shaped her views into poison. I wondered if Adit, and his father and sister shared the same opinions too. It didn’t matter now. I was going to reject this proposal anyways, because unlike her unfortunate daughter, I always had the freedom to make decisions regarding my own life. And for a moment I wished, her daughter had that too.
The silence might have bored her, so inspite of having loads of other demeaning comments to make, she decided to give her son a chance to speak, finally.
“Beta Adit, don’t you have anything to ask her?…”
Yeah, perhaps something about my virginity now.
“… You haven’t talked to her yet, why so Beta?” She asked him.
“Maybe, he’s waiting for you to finish shitting, so that he can clean up your mess, Devika Ji.”
Out of nowhere, I heard my mother’s powerful voice!
BOOM! And my mom was crowned as the most savage mother of the year, then and there.
I couldn’t believe she actually said that. The three horrified faces which sat across us, was a sight I would never forget in my life! Within 10 seconds, they were on their feet, too mortified to utter even a single word. They left my house, closing the door behind them, while my mom simple sat there, her eyes following their movements, with a smirk on her face.
I was too shocked to move. I was sitting there not sure whether to laugh or simply hug my mom, when I saw her getting up,
“Where do you think you are going?” I asked her.
“To grab some wine. Feel like celebrating, don’t we?” She said with a grin and before I could answer, she left.
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Is this all a blanket of darkness?
Is this the Subnivean Zone,
Where it's warm and heated,
Blanketed by a white heath of cold,
A frozen cold heat?
Is this a love?
The kind that could burn,
Burn down worlds with it's flame.
The kind of love meant for poetry?
of Hades and Persephone?
Is this a damnation?
Have I been damned,
Ink staining my blood and ichor,
With an endless wistful,
Is this a curse?
Was I banished into realms unknown,
Because I lit fire to our love,
When it needed ignition,
You drenched it in feathers,
Of a fly white dove.
Is this the end?
Am I on a glass stairway,
To the Great Beyond?
Unwillingly on my way,
To places I am not fond.
You were different,
How could I have known?
You were a withering shadow,
And needed a fest to be bestown.
You've drained me,
I don't have anything left,
But the little white thing you gave me,
Before I slept.
You gave me something white,
I thought it would be pure.
You gave me something white,
So very very white,
You told me you loved me,
A little white lie.
I wrote this poem because when I was a kid I had a dream that the world turned white, and that I was drowning in the snow. It still haunts me to this day, because it was so perplexing. I thought everything white was pure. I thought white was safe. I thought purity was safe. But now I know better. Purity is so white, it’s deadly.
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Her blood ran as cold as the ocean in the Arctic, and then thawed like the glaciers melting in the ozone hole in the Antarctic. Suddenly, that glowing red button, calling her name seemed very VERY intriguing. Maybe, if she could inch her finger to colliding with it, she could collapse into a fit of shock and fry to death in desert winds floating off the heated desert. Maybe.
"Pardon?" she asked, a plea of confirmation of the name that sent goosebumps down her spine, ringing through her in waves, like the sound waves ringing and echoing when they travel through the Liberty Bell when struck.
"Arjun. Malhotra." he said in irritant earnest voice; breathy, yet taut and closed off, nothing like his own name which was a livid version of the word clear. "I'm sorry, who is this?"
She hit the red button as fast her thin, long finger could, while her hands took refuge on the wall behind her, holding her up, begging her to not fall.
What the hell?
Arjun? Arjun Malhotra? Arjun Malhotra as in the Arjun Malhotra she was just walking with? Arjun Malhotra as in the person that makes her insides turn to jelly, with just one smile, even though she barely knew him?
In that case, she was screwed.
Utterly, ridiculously screwed.
Where was Sharanya? She had gone off to make a phone call, presumably, and he had gotten a phone call himself. What was taking so long?
Suddenly, just as the thought popped into his mind, she materialized in front of him, cheeks flushed in rosy color and face flustered. Huh? Was something wrong?
She looked like she'd seen a ghost. For all he knew, she probably had. I mean, there was no telling if fantasy was real or not. But he had always believed. Just in case.
Nothing like a sudden disappearance of the girl who were just walking with to wrack up his nerves. What had happened? The Suspense was killing him. Being the control freak masked by silent killer that he was, he needed to know what was going on.
Killing that nervousness blooming like a rose in his chest, he found the courage to move his mouth, and to his concealed surprise sound actually came out. "What's wrong?"
White as a sheet, she snapped out of her ghastly haze and her cheeks went back into their former rosy glory. "Uh, Arjun, can I ask you a question?"
Just a second ago, he had wiped his face clean of nervousness, but as that question sank into his ears, it started creeping back onto him like a crawling vine. "Sure, go ahead."
"Are you going to school here?"
Why is she asking? "Yeah, why?"
"Los Angeles High in specific?"
Okay, how was she so accurate? There were tons of high school in Santa Monica and even more in all of Los Angeles. How could she guess so precisely?
"Well, I'm your student guide. Welcome to Los Angeles."
I’m so sorry its taken so long to post. Due to that fact, I am now going to post 3 parts today, so be on the lookout! Again, so sorry!
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