Compilation: Pratibha Thakkar
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Then he looked around. That was Darrell. There was a weight in his breath. He was afraid of getting stuck in the mud. If he speaks, does he speak? Who says what he wants? The door slammed shut. ' At the same time, I was startled by the fear of Ritsar.
Mukta ... my favorite writer ... I loved the description of her story. His words are very close to the truth of life. His words are very revolutionary.
I got up from the sofa. I opened the door. Samir was standing in front. As he was coming through the door, his question was thrown at me from his back.
'Neelu, what is this? Sitting to read your Mukta again? Reading all this has made your mind flutter. '
I wondered why I left the book there.
I didn't like the way Samir was hurt. Not that there was much love between us. But because of these words, I would be guilty if I asked for the answer in the morning.
I couldn't answer the wrinkles of the sheet, nor could the angels of the sun, who were trying to make me laugh by peeking out of the window, get angry and empty them. Then this anger and this ajanpo would go away only after reading 'Mukta'.
Seeing me standing there at the door, Samir became more agitated.
'Neelu ..? Where is your attention Why am I stuck there like Babuchak? Give water I don't know if a man comes to the house from outside, he should be given water ...? My parents did not teach me anything, but this wise man could not learn this even after all these years. '
These words struck me. The MBA gold medalist was proving to be insane today.
"Read such stories and insist on leaving home and getting a job." Samir Babadya.
It was Samir's habit to come home suddenly in the afternoon. I didn't like the mood today. Today I had to go to my pier as it was my mom-dad's wedding date.
I warmed up for a quick meal. Today I made her favorite dishes. He sat down to eat and I started eating bread. The bread was rolled with a rolling pin. Maybe that was the way of life. That's how the postman was correcting me.
I put the prepared bread in her plate. He was happy to put the first swallow in his mouth. At the same time I filled a glass of water and put it on the table. At the same time he stretched out his hand to pick vegetables and fell down from the glass table.
Without looking at his face, I immediately took it and started cleaning it.
'Sorry, I don't know where my attention is. Sorry .. '
I picked up the mumbling mug and put it in the sink.
When I came to hit the table, I saw that the bread in his plate was empty. I left the crumbs in a hurry and I put the bread on the griddle and started baking it on fast gas.
Taking the bread I proceeded towards the table. My toe twisted and I survived the fall. I was shocked again when I saw a piece near his plate.
'It's nice to dine. But you are not feeling well. '
Listening to Samir, I felt a strange peace. His tone of voice was calm.
'No, no, that's good. But today I make mistakes again and again. ' Don't know why? '
'It doesn't matter. Come on, get ready. Let go of your pier. I will come at eight o'clock in the evening. '
I had to eat but I had to go to the pier. If I sit down to eat and it's late, I don't want to drop the pier. I got ready immediately. Nothing special was to be prepared.
We left but the latch on my door slammed shut. He refused to stop. I tried to persuade a lot but it didn't work out.
I slapped her with anger and hatred. And immediately Anne came to San. Blowing his mouth, he tried to stop with a roar.
I hurried towards the car. But hi .... my dupatta came to my feet and I survived falling. Once again. This time I hit Samir on the shoulder.
Samir was drinking water. Water spilled on his mouth. I was shocked. His hand also got up and remained in the air. A horrible smile flashed across his face. He motioned for me to get in the car. I was thrown into the front seat of the car.
Sameer took the car out of Zampa. But I had to sit there as if the rear tire of the car was hit.
Samir got down to change the tires and at the same time a cat came running around our house next to me. I kept looking at it.
'How happy is this cat? No fuss. Not to keep anyone happy. What a marvelous life .... I wish I was such a cat too. '
The dog in the house opposite was moving slowly. While I was busy looking at the cat, he paid attention to me and grabbed me.
The cat panicked. Before he could bite, the dog grabbed him by the throat and tied him to the ground. The cat kept moving. In the end, the incident was even more tragic.
For a few moments I saw a translucent layer in my eyes and I just watched the two lines melt into each other. In which one did not have the will. I was overwhelmed. The cat's 'kaw kaw' pierced me to the core. I used to do 'kav kav' like this at night against my will.
Suddenly I realized that I was screaming ...
'Plant it! You bastard ... what kind of award do I have that you have a right to? '
The moment I heard my screams, everything stopped. Samir also came close to good. When I opened the door, the dog ran away.
I held the cat in my hand. Passing her back. There was compassionate gratitude in her eyes.
I put two drops of water in her mouth and put my hand on her head and started crying. Samir a joi hebtai gayela. He changed the tires, came to me and lovingly put me in the car.
I still hold the cat.
Samir came and arranged on the side seat. I covered my dupatta with a cat wound.
'Nothing will happen. I will not let you down. Even if no one understands my longing. I understand you Samir, let's do this ... 'I said as I spoke. I looked at Samir. That made me feel awkward. Suddenly he drove to the vet's clinic.
Today, years later, a smile of relief returned to my face. Which did not require any special effort.
Pooja Trivedi Raval 'Smit' (Ahmedabad)
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