Mish' Fiction

To Mukundo’s dismay, even Aurbindo Thakur looked shocked for a long time. But he finally recovered and supported Mukundo, “Mukundo is right. Why do we care?”

Mohima agreed soon enough. But after that Mukundo had to fight another fight for a long time.

“She can’t know, Baba.”

“She should. It isn’t fair for everyone to know, not her.”

“Who is it not fair on? She is happy to think of them as her parents, isn’t she? Why not let that continue?”

“It’s the truth, and it will come out one day or the other.”

“Truth is also that nobody ever noticed her plight in being uprooted from her home at a young age. We assume that children don’t understand and don’t feel as strongly. But that’s not true. I know that now. She has had her share of trauma. And she could never speak to anyone about it. This will break her, Baba. I beg of all of you. She needn’t know. Please get Kaku and Kaki to understand that.”

He finally managed to bend everyone to his will. But convincing Piyali that everything was all right was more difficult. She just couldn’t believe that her mother reacted that way because she didn’t believe Mohima and Aurbindo would agree to the match. But there was no other excuse Mukundo could come up with. So, he kept repeating that until she stopped talking. He realized that she was not convinced. So, he ended up saying, “This Saturday I will not come to Delhi. I will book you a ticket. You come to Kolkata and see for yourself if everyone is happy or not.”

—

He did not feel the need to restrain himself at the airport. He embraced her tightly. When he released her, she had tears in her eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, in panic.

“Thank you, Mukundo Babu. For putting up with me.”

“What on earth does it even mean?”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you that day. I didn’t need to come here to verify what you had said.”

For the first time, Mukundo felt a pang of guilt about lying to her. But he hoped that he’d be forgiven for that lie.

“Don’t be melodramatic, Piyali. I’m sure you could use a trip home. Come on. Let’s go.”

He was happy that on their way home they had a normal conversation and there was no awkwardness or tension in the air. Although once they reached, Piyali grew nervous again.

“I don’t know how to face Ma or Baba.”

“Come on. You haven’t committed a ‘crime’ for which you have to ‘face’ them! You are just home for a weekend.”

She nodded, but look unconvinced. So Mukundo went in with her and stayed until she discreetly indicated to him that she was fine.

—

“Mukundo!” Mohima screamed for him from the hall downstairs.

“What happened, Ma?”

“Come here. You must find Piyali.”

“What do you mean? Find Piyali?” As he came down the steps he noticed a distraught Debangi slumped in a sofa. Debendra was pacing, in control of his emotions, but clearly worried.

“She has taken the scooter and disappeared. We couldn’t stop her,” Debendra explained.

“Why?” A moment of silence made him realize, “You told her?”

“She just wasn’t convinced, Mukundo–”

“It’s not the time for that,” Mohima intervened, “Go find her.”

Mukundo made a run for the car keys.

—

He slowed the car down around the area he thought that spot was in. It paid off. The scooter was parked there. And unlike last time, Piyali was not hidden behind the tree. She was sitting, slumped against its trunk, her eyes glued to some distance horizon.

Mukundo approached her slowly. She heard the rustle of his steps and noticed him. Slowly, she stood up. When he came closer, Mukundo noticed that she wasn’t crying as he had expected.

“Their son died because of me, Mukundo Babu,” she spoke before he could. She didn’t seem to acknowledge that it was weird of her to be there and there was nothing natural in them having a conversation by the side of the highway, in the middle of nowhere.

“What are you talking about?”

“Ma and Baba. I am not their daughter. And they lost him—In trying to protect me!”

“Don’t be absurd, Piyali. The circumstances were dire. He was a baby who couldn’t survive it. He didn’t die because of you.”

She looked at him puzzled, then the realization dawned on her and she shook her head, “You don’t know the entire story.”

“What do you mean?”

Even though she was young, Piyali remembered something of the circumstances in which they had to leave. Politics around religion was anyway gaining ground in their area. But what made the situation worse for them was that Piyali’s biological father, a strong and rich man in the village, found out who she was. He was not pleased at all and made it his life’s purpose to make life difficult for the Banerjees. Finally, things got so bad that they had to flee.

Mukundo had difficulties thinking straight through all he was hearing. The only way he was able to keep things together was by thinking about her. She must be comforted and brought back home. She must not stay on this guilt trip. He repeated it inside his head like a mantra.

“None of it was your choice, Piyali. But let’s go home first.”

“Perhaps it was a good thing my father wanted me dead. What curse I brought on the people who saved me? They lost everything because of me. Their son, their home, their money, their land! Mukundo Babu! What luck do I bring with me?”

“Let’s go home, Piyali.”

“No, no, no no. You don’t understand. I can’t go home. I can’t go to my parents’ home. I can’t come to your home. I will only bring misfortune to you–”

“Shut up.”

“I will go back to Delhi. I will not come here ever again. Stay away, Mukundo Babu–”

Piyali looked like she wasn’t aware of where she was and what she was saying. In a strange reaction, Mukundo pulled her to himself, and pressed her lips against hers to shut her up. He thrust his tongue in her mouth and didn’t let her go until he felt that she was choking. Her body language changed. She seemed to shrink within herself, but she didn’t push him away.

“Let’s go home,” he whispered and she followed him meekly. He dragged the scooter off the road like last time and then led her to the car. After they were inside the car, he made a call to her father to let everyone know that he had found her. They were silent through the ride.

—

To be continued

Mukundo could have called Mohima from Delhi, but the situation was bizarre. If Mohima had spoken to Debangi and got such a negative reaction from her, she would have called Mukundo. She didn’t. So Debangi couldn’t have heard from her. That made the entire thing an even bigger mystery.

“I had mentioned it to Debendra Babu,” Aurbindo turned out to be the source of leak.

“What!” Neither Mukundo, nor Mohima of them could believe that Aurbindo would have indulged in gossip. But apparently, he had been excited about the idea and didn’t think that the two men talking about it would affect anything else that was going on.

“How had he reacted?” Mohima asked.

“Mostly, he seemed like he didn’t believe it.”

“Or he didn’t want to!” Mukundo slumped in a chair, looking despondent.

“Let me talk to Debangi, Mukundo. Don’t lose heart. It might be something very simple.”

“I don’t know about that, Ma. But I can’t stand the suspense right now. I will come with you when you talk to her.”

“But–”

“I told you Ma, I can’t stand the suspense of it. Not even for the time it will take for you to talk to Kaki and come back to me.”

“Fine. Come with me.”

—

Debangi tensed up on seeing Mukundo follow Mohima. But she put up her usual smile and welcomed them. She also called her husband to join them.

“Please sit down, Didi,” she addressed Mohima, “I will bring some tea. I was about make some for ourselves.”

“Tea can wait, Debangi. I have something more urgent to discuss with you.”

Debangi would have liked to bolt, but she knew that the discussion was inevitable. She sat down. Debendra Banerjee had also joined them by then. Mohima noticed him throwing an accusatory glance at his wife.

“Debangi. I will not beat around the bush. I hope I have the right to ask why you made that call to Piyali. It scared her, and all of us. I want to know what your objection to Mukundo and Piyali’s relationship is. But more importantly, even if you had an objection, you could have told that to her or us calmly. Why that threat?”

Debangi stayed silent for a long time, her eyes glued to the floor in a manner that reminded Mukundo of Piyali. But he was restless and felt like shaking her hard. Finally, she spoke, “It will not be the right thing, Didi. And telling you why can destroy everything we have.”

“You are not worried about their age-difference? Or money?”

She shook her head.

“Debangi. I beg of you. I am a mother just like you. And in years now, I haven’t seen anything or anyone that will make Mukundo happy like Piyali does. And Piyali is happy too. Why then—Debendra Babu. You must speak, if she won’t.”

He addressed his wife, instead of Mohima, “If you are so hell bent upon making it an issue, then you can’t keep it quiet. They deserve to know.”

“I love her as much as you do,” Debangi replied, “But does that mean we can dupe people who have been our savior?”

Debendra threw his hands up in exasperation. “Then tell them, and let them decide if they care. You can’t think it’s important, and at the same time keep everyone in the dark.”

“Kaki,” Mukundo spoke this time, “Please tell us. You have no idea what state I have left Piyali in. She is confused and terrified. She doesn’t know what has hit her and nor do I. I had hoped to tell all of you in a more graceful situation, but now it is all out. In whatever haphazard way. I love her and I can’t think of any reason which will prevent me from marrying her. I don’t need to tell you this; you know that we don’t care about the money–”

“We don’t have the money, Mukundo. But our blood is no less pure than yours. Piyali, on the other hand… She is not our daughter!”

“What?” Mohima and Mukundo reacted in chorus.

“Not our biological daughter,” Debendra clarified, shooting a dagger eye at his wife, who was now in tears.

“How is that possible?” Mukundo blurted.

Debendra Banerjee took over the conversation from there and explained. Piyali’s father was a politically powerful man in Debendra’s village. But she was an illegitimate child born of a poor servant woman. The father had wanted the woman, whom he had forced into a sexual relationship, to abort the child. But the woman had lied to him and disappeared from his household in time to hide her growing pregnancy. The village midwife had helped her deliver, when the time came, but the woman in died in the process. On the same day Debangi had lost her first child soon after being born. Midwife had brought the newborn girl to her and the bereaved parents had immediately decided to adopt and raise her as their own. Taken to her biological father, she would definitely have suffered death.

Mukundo cursed under his breath, then said, “Piyali can’t know this.”

Debangi wiped her tears and spoke with difficulty, “But she will have to. After this.”

“Why?”

“Her father wasn’t even Hindu and her mother–”

“You are her mother, and Debendra Kaku is her father. I don’t care.”

Debangi shook her head, “I have always dreaded the day we will have to think about her marriage. I won’t say we wouldn’t have lied to someone else. But not to you.”

Exasperated, Mukundo looked at his mother, “Ma! Tell her that we don’t care. Why doesn’t she understand?”

Mohima gulped hard, “We should speak to your Baba, Mukundo.”

“Well, speak to him. Sure. But I am not changing my mind. You had given me leave to marry whosoever I wanted, right? Did I ever guarantee that I will bring a Hindu Brahmin daughter-in-law for you?”

“No. You didn’t.” Mohima acquiesced, but still looked confounded.

“Didi,” Debangi said, “He isn’t thinking straight. But Piyali has to live with what she is. It isn’t your responsibility to– We should perhaps have told you about this beforehand. But honestly, I had never imagined it would come to this.”

Mohima nodded.

“None of you are thinking straight,” Mukundo growled, “I will speak to Baba myself.” He turned on his heels and left.

Debendra, who had been silently observing everyone’s reactions, followed him out and spoke to him. “I would never expect anything else from you, Mukundo. And I am very happy that you think the way you do. But if your parents are even least bit uncomfortable about this, you must understand that we can’t go against them.”

Mukundo nodded. Mohima came out and they left together.

—

To be continued

Piyali howled after she was sure he would have left the apartment. Why?  Why must her life remain incomplete all the time? Why couldn’t she have the security and completeness she had felt with Mukundo in last few weeks? What was so wrong with her that her marrying Mukundo so terrified her mother. “If you do not send him away right now,” her mother had told her on phone, “You will see me dead, I promise you.” Piyali had been shaken. At the beginning of the call, after she had gotten over the shock that her mother already knew about them, she had tried to explain to her that Mukundo and even his parents did not care that Piyali and her family was poor.

“I am not ashamed that we are poor. But there are things that you don’t understand. This can’t happen, Pihu. Are you with him right now?”

He was supposed to be at a conference. But that lie had already been exposed. She reluctantly confirmed her mother’s suspicion.

“If you do not send him away right now, you will see me dead, I promise you.”

How was she to send him away? She had no clue at first. Finally, she had succeeded, but in a rotten way!

—

Mukundo didn’t go back to his hotel. He wandered around on foot for a while. Then he located a café. It was a hot day. He went inside and ordered a cold coffee just to secure a seat there. He didn’t even touch the drink the entire time he was there. His self-pity and anger didn’t last long. Her behavior was bizarre. Even when she had avowedly hated him, she had never behaved like that. It was almost a pathetic attempt to hurt him, when it was obvious that she didn’t want to. So why did she? He twisted and turned that question in every way possible in his mind. No answer was in sight. The only thing he could think of was Alka’s unexpected appearance. Was she insecure? Angry? The Piyali he knew shouldn’t have behaved liked that even if it was true. But then he hadn’t known her too long as a lover. May be love and jealousy did something totally twisted to people. Even to someone as sorted as her. If that was the case, he had to resolve it. It would be silly on his part to let something like that fester between them. If she wanted so, he would call Alka right in front of her and announce their relationship to her. He hadn’t thought he would ever have to do something as childish for her. But if he had to, he would do that. With that determination, he left the café and walked back to her apartment.

—

Piyali was calmer now. She had panicked and done a stupid thing. She had hurt him badly in the process. Whatever it was, even if her mother’s objection was indeed something serious enough to come in between them, she should have been honest with him. She could see that clearly now. She must meet Mukundo immediately. But her flat mates were out and about now. Meeting him at her apartment won’t be so comfortable. Besides, she must not make him run around anymore. She would go to his hotel, instead of asking him to come back. She washed her face and put on some makeup again. After she was out of the house, she fished out her phone to call him. She would need to know his room number. As soon as the call connected, somebody’s phone rang nearby. It had the same ringtone as his. Puzzled she looked around. Her hearts stopped beating when she saw him picking out his phone from his pocket. Before he could see the name on his mobile, he saw her. She disconnected the phone and ran towards him. She threw herself in his arms and to her relief, he didn’t withdraw. He closed his arms around her.

“So, you have come to your senses now?”

“I am sorry. I should have talked to you,” she said.

“Just as an insurance, shall I call Alka and tell her exactly who you are. Not just my neighbor.”

She frowned. What was he talking about. She asked him that.

“Wasn’t that what your tantrum about? As soon as Alka appeared, you went rogue.”

“Oh God! No,” she cried, “You think I don’t trust you?”

“Well?”

“No wonder you think so. After how I behaved.”

Mukundo frowned now, “If it wasn’t that, what was it?” Then it hit him. Piyali was perfectly normal while being introduced to Alka. It was that phone call! “Who had called you really?”

“Ma.”

“Your Ma?”

She nodded.

“And what on earth–Let’s go inside. It’s so hot out here.”

But she told him that her flat mates were awake and it won’t be comfortable to talk. Although it was somewhat far, they decided to go to his hotel.

—

He offered her a juice from the minibar, then sat beside her on the edge of the bed. She told him how her mother had somehow found out and wouldn’t even hear of them being together. Mukundo thought over it silently for a while, then said, “She must think I am too old for you.”

“But–” Piyali knew in her heart that it wasn’t that. If that’s what her mother thought, she could easily have said that. The urgency and fear in her tone hinted at something much more problematic.

“She said a terrible thing, Mukundo Babu.” And she told him about what her mother had said that had so shaken her.

“Come on, Piyali. That’s just exaggerated emotional blackmail.”

Piyali looked at him miserably, “Ma doesn’t say things like those all the time.”

Mukundo looked at her for a long moment, then asked, “What do you want, Piyali?”

“Why do you have to ask that? You know what I want.”

“I need to hear it, again. I am, perhaps, a little shaken with your behavior this morning.”

“I am sorry,” she said miserably, “I was out of my mind after the call. But I came back to you Mukundo Babu. That’s what I want. Wherever I am, I want to come back to you.”

He caressed her cheek, “And I want you. Whatever it takes. I know you won’t be comfortable until this has been resolved. I will go back right away and find out what has happened. Okay?”

She nodded, then hugged him.

—

To be continued

“You are not well enough. You should not be coming to the station with me,” Piyali argued. It was time for her to head back to Delhi.

“I am not driving, am I? Nor will I help with your luggage. I am well enough to sit in the back seat with you,” Mukundo was insistent.

“If Kaki argued otherwise,” she said in a lowered voice, “And you insisted, she may know. I have a feeling she already does.”

“Let me handle that. May be a day will come when I will start taking your presence in my life as granted. But right now, it still feels like a dream and I can’t miss even a moment of this.”

“You will spoil me.”

“Well, the result will be mine to bear. I don’t mind it at all.”

Mohima, however, didn’t murmur even a word of opposition and pretended that it was the most natural thing to happen. That Mukundo should drop her off at the station. Debangi expressed concern about Mukundo’s health, but Mohima brushed that aside.

—

The driver helped Piyali settle her luggage beneath the seat and left the coach. Since there was still time before the train would leave, Mukundo sat down beside her.

“I so regret that I left Kolkata,” she said.

“It’s just another year. Then you will be back. Savor it, Piyali. Some day we will get used to each other. This is the time to want and desire each other. And don’t forget that I will be there soon enough. One of these Saturdays.”

“You must wait until you are fully recovered.”

“I’m fully recovered,” he said as he took her hand in his, “I will wait only long enough to not arouse anyone’s suspicion.”

She smiled.

Neither the car, with driver’s presence, nor the crowded Howrah station had afforded them much privacy. All Mukundo could do to convey his feelings was a quick, desperate kiss on her hand.

It brought tears to her eyes.

“Since when have you started crying so much?” he teased her to distract her. But she became embarrassed.

“I am sorry,” she said, as she wiped her tears, “I don’t know what has happened to me?”

He pretended to think for a moment, then said, “Perhaps you have started feeling that it is all right to cry before me.”

She gulped hard.

Then he broke into a smile and said, “And guess what. You are right. It’s all right to cry before me. If that’s what you need.”

She heaved a sigh of relief. “You—Mukundo Babu, you had me so worried just now. That was so mean of you!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled while grinning, and caressed her cheek.

Just then her co-passenger entered the compartment and they heard the engine’s whistle. Mukundo had to leave. Neither of them managed to utter another word. On the way back, Mukundo wondered how soon could he take a Saturday break!

—

Two weeks down the line, Mukundo decided to make his first Delhi trip official. A conference again! That would allow him to stay on Sunday too. Mohima didn’t ask him anything about the conference even for formality’s sake. She merely asked, “Does Piyali need anything? If so, remember to carry it.”

“You can ask her, Ma. I will carry it,” he pretended nonchalance.

—

Piyali’s attempt to wear makeup and look mature was so obvious and comical that Mukundo stopped himself from laughing with some effort. He embraced her warmly and asked, “How have you been?”

“Not well!”

“Why?” he became concerned.

She chuckled, “All those late-night phone conversations! I am barely sleeping. Or rather sleeping in classes.”

“That’s not right,” Mukundo was not amused, “We need to be a little disciplined about it.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do, Miss. Your studies must not suffer. We need to stop acting childish.”

“Okay, okay. We will see about that once you leave. What do you want to do today?”

“I want to get you a gift and take you shopping.”

“I don’t need that.”

“Well, I do. What do you want to do today?”

“I want to give you a tour of the university. Today it will be practically empty. The buildings are beautiful when not crowded.”

“All right. Let’s go.”

—

“Mukundo!” A familiar voice and figure approached them at the university, “What a surprise! What are you doing here?”

“Alka!”

She gave him a friendly hug and asked, “What’s up?”

Mukundo introduced Piyali, looking somewhat flustered, “You remember Piyali. My neighbor.” Damn! Was that the correct introduction? Should he have called her his girlfriend? Fiancée?

“Hello Ma’am.” Mukundo couldn’t judge from Piyali’s countenance if she was uncomfortable.

“Piyali? Is it? I remember you talking about her. But I don’t think I have ever properly met her? You were not in my department, were you? Physics?”

“Maths.”

“Ah! Nice to meet you.”

“She is studying here now,” Mukundo interjected, “She was giving me a tour of the university. Are you working here?”

“Just joined. Or re-joined. I was on a sabbatical last year. I was travelling.”

“Free spirited, as always.”

“Are you staying overnight? Why don’t you come home for dinner?”

Mukundo laughed nervously, then said, “I can’t this time. But I will visit again. I will call you. Give me your number.”

Alka looked surprised by his refusal.

Just then Piyali’s phone rang. She excused herself and moved away from them to take the call.

When she came back, Mukundo was alone. “Alka Ma’am has left?” she asked distractedly.

“Yes. Who was it?”

“Who was what?”

“Who was on the phone?”

“Oh! Nobody. A friend. We are doing a project together. You will go to your hotel now, won’t you?”

“I am not going to my hotel until night. We are going shopping and lunch, don’t you remember?”

“Oh, right. Yes.”

“What has happened, Piyali?”

“I think I am not feeling well. I need to sleep.”

“What happened?” he immediately felt her forehead to see if she had fever. She didn’t, but he got worried, “Should we see a doctor?”

“No!” Inexplicably her eyes flooded with tears, “I just need to sleep.”

Mukundo was baffled. “Why are you crying? Let’s take you home.” What had come upon her? Until few moments ago, she was fine.

She stopped him from getting out of the taxi at her apartment.

“You should go to the hotel, Mukundo Babu. I will be asleep anyway.”

Mukundo felt tongue-tied. Why was she suddenly pushing him away?

“Piyali,” he spoke with difficulty, “If you are unwell, I would rather sit beside you than sleep in my hotel room. I am here only for you; don’t you know that?”

She could not reply to that. Silently, they got out of the taxi and took the lift up to her apartment. She lied down on her bed and he sat down beside her.

“Won’t you tell me what is wrong, Piyali. Shouldn’t we see a doctor?”

“I will be fine. But you shouldn’t… Alka Ma’am had invited you, right? You should go and see her.”

“How can I leave you behind in bed and go see somebody else? Why are you being so daft—”

“Mukundo Babu, please! I just– I just want to be alone.”

He felt paralyzed. He could not make sense of what was happening. Why was Piyali suddenly hell bent upon hurting him? The insult was so potent, that despite all the love in his heart, he could not have stayed. He got up and slowly retreated from the room.

—

To be continued

Mukundo hadn’t allowed himself to dream earlier. Even now he wanted to restrain himself. But it was futile. He could not help imagining his life with her by his side. To sleep with her in his arms. To wake up beside her. To go to work together, if she chose to work at the university. To travel all over the world together. And at the end of the day, to come back home. Together! He yearned for her like never before. He wanted to call her, but was afraid that he would catch her at the wrong time. And then it felt like she heard him from afar. His phone rang. It was her!

He didn’t realize when he drifted off to sleep. When he woke up in the middle of the night, the phone was still connected and he thought he could hear her soft breath from the other end. Grinning, he thought of disconnecting it, but then decided to let it be. This would be closest they could come to sleeping together until he was ready to reveal to all and get married.

—

“My phone was on roaming,” she was fretting the next day, “Imagine the bill–”

“Sit down and relax. Do the Maths. How many hours was it on for?”

“Ten?”

“Event at 2 Rs. A minute, that’s 1200 Rs. Even with your scholarship you can pay that. Don’t you have more money in your account?”

She flushed, “That doesn’t mean I should be wasting it.”

“But it wasn’t wasted, Piyali. I slept so much better knowing you were at the other end.”

That made her smile, “But if you intend to keep doing that, we better be on some unlimited plan.”

“Okay, Ma’am! Can we go outside now? I am bored of my confinement.”

“Let’s go,” she offered him her hand and he took it without hesitating.

—

Mohima heard their footsteps and removed herself from the way. She had noticed the awkwardness and furtive glances when she and Debangi had gatecrashed on Mukundo and Piyali the day before. So, when she had seen Piyali coming to the main house yesterday, she had not come in the way. She had seen them from afar as they had walk out to the garden together. She noticed the repeat performance today and was sure of what was going on. She need not be pushy and nosy any longer. But she was dying to talk to someone about it. Should she speak to Debangi? But perhaps it was too soon. In the unlikely case that she was wrong, it won’t be a good idea to raise the poor woman’s hopes. God only knew what her brooding son and Debangi’s strong headed daughter would finally decide. She decided to content herself for now by telling her husband all about it. He wasn’t good enough a talker, but he will have to do for now.

—

“You know, you are yet to explain to me some of the things I don’t understand about you,” Piyali said when they reached the garden.

“I know,” he smiled, and explained matter-of-factly, “I had a girlfriend. Ruchi. We were going steady for almost two years, when one fine day, she suddenly announced that she was getting married. To a boy her parents had chosen. Didn’t she love me? She did. Would she not think about me when she was with him? She would. But she would still marry him and not me? She would. Because she didn’t have it in her heart to go against her parent’s wishes. I was heart-broken. But more than that I knew that I didn’t want to be the guy she was marrying.”

“Let me guess. That’s why you made Kaki and Kaku promise that they wouldn’t force their choice on you.”

He nodded.

“Do you miss her?” she asked sincerely.

“It is surprising how much one can get over. No, I don’t. It didn’t take even a few months for me to leave it all behind. And I don’t think she thought of me for too long either.”

“But you still didn’t marry all these years.”

“It did become difficult to take relationships seriously. Until I realized that…”

“When did that happen?”

“What?”

“When did you realize that you liked me?”

He smiled, “When I saw you with a boyfriend for the first time.”

She looked embarrassed.

“I don’t think I ever had one worthy of your rivalry. My head was so messed up.”

“It was, wasn’t it? I wanted to stay away from you, Piyali. I was afraid of my feelings. But you were increasingly behaving so weirdly, so irresponsibly, that I found myself watching you even more closely than earlier. Why were you behaving like that? I had a feeling that I was the reason.”

“I couldn’t have articulated it back then. But my head was messed because I loved you and hated you at the same time. And I couldn’t make up my mind about what I really wanted between the two. It suffocated me at times.”

“I am so sorry.”

“I am talking because we have agreed to talk. But there can’t be any more of the apology business about it. Remember we were supposed to leave it behind?”

He stopped walking and turned towards her, smiling. “Yes, we were,” he said and pulled her close for a kiss.

“What else is remaining?” he asked after the kiss.

“What?” her head was foggy from his proximity.

“What else about me you didn’t understand?”

“I can’t remember anything now,” she said honestly.

“I do. The travel.”

“Yes. Why don’t you travel now?” she managed to ask, her breath barely in control.

“Because all my friends have either moved out of the city, or have married and settled down with a few kids. They don’t have enough time to travel with me. And I can’t do it alone. I look forward to traveling again though. With you.”

She didn’t reply and rested her head on Mukundo’s chest. He put his hands around her and pulled her closer.

—

To be continued

Mukundo felt better the next day and he proposed a short stroll in the garden. Piyali agreed readily. She has him place his hand on her shoulder so that he had support while walking. He was still very weak and slightly dizzy from the antibiotics and other strong medicines he had to take.

“Will you come back to Kolkata, Piyali?” he asked.

“I want to come back right away. I am not a free spirit. It doesn’t feel good to be uprooted from home again!”

That gave him a pause. He stopped abruptly and turned to face her. “Again!” he mumbled, looking at her as if seeing her for the first time. He continued after a pause, “Again? That’s right, isn’t it? I never thought of that. I never asked you about that. Have you ever spoken to anyone about what had happened back then? Having to leave your home behind? Forever?”

She shook her head.

“Talk to me,” he said.

“That will be one tiring monologue. Perhaps we should head back.”

“No. We should stay right here. Come with me.”

He took her to the tree at the corner of the garden.

“Help me sit down,” he said and then had her sit next to him.

She folded her knees and rested her chin on them.

“I hadn’t felt it as much when it was actually happening,” she started speaking after thinking for a long time, “The change in the mood of the neighbors we had known forever, the servants and helpers disappearing, the inability to step out of house, running out of all stored food, and finally having to leave it behind in the darkness of the night with nothing but a few bundles Baba could carry on his back. Ma was carrying my baby brother. It took several days to reach the border. Because we had to hide ourselves during the day time. We could walk only at night and it wasn’t easy. Soon we ran out of food we were carrying. My baby brother was already weak. Whatever we could find was not suitable for him. And I think Ma was too weak and sick by then to–” She suddenly looked at him, “I grieve him so much today. But back then, I think I didn’t feel much. I watched with a sense of detachment as Baba buried him in a shallow grave at night. What else could he have done? I was grateful that he or Ma were not crying. But it must have taken them all their will-power to do it, wouldn’t’ it? Why did I feel nothing then?”

“How old was he?”

“Barely a month.”

“I don’t think you had had time to get to know him, Piyali. Attachment doesn’t come by itself. When you spend time with someone, care for them, get to know them, that’s when it happens. I know something about that process. Trust me and stop berating yourself about it.”

“I hope you are right.”

“I am.”

She gave a hesitant smile.

“I was surprisingly fine when it was all happening, despite the hunger, despite exhaustion, despite humiliation. I think I didn’t understand humiliation back then. I started understanding it later. And then it hurt. It hurt badly that some people had the power to do that to us, to usurp us from our home and our fields, to deny us our grains and our roof, to drive us away from our lands. It had belonged to us for generations.”

And for the second time since he had known her, Mukundo saw her crying. He took her hand in his and let her cry for a while. Then he wiped her tears and said, “I can’t give you back what you lost there, Piyali. But this is your home. Nobody can drive you away from here, I promise you that. And – you must understand this, so listen to me carefully – it doesn’t depend on what happens between us. This is your home. You can always come back here. Nobody can take it away from you.”

It looked like she would start sobbing again, but she merely smiled through her tears. Then she said, “Let’s go inside. You are still not strong enough to spend so much time outdoors.”

She stood up and then gave him her hand to help him get up.

“Mukundo Babu!” she stopped him when he made to walk back and then threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. He reciprocated without a moment’s hesitation.

“Yes,” she said as she broke the hug.

“Excuse me?”

“I will marry you, if you want to marry me.”

The world around him stopped and his head felt dizzier than warranted by the medicines. Even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon, or for it to happen at all.

Not hearing anything from him, Piyali looked up at him. Smile and tears came to him together. “Will you really?”

She looked away, blushing heavily, and nodded.

He pulled her back in a hug.

“But I don’t know how to tell anybody about us. Kaki, Ma, Baba! You must do that,” she said when he released her.

“I will, when the time comes. But we must not tell anyone anything right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you must take your time, Piyali. This was too quick–”

“You don’t trust me?” the hurt in her voice, for the first time since he could recall, betrayed her youth. Beneath that insanely practical woman, there was a romantic, young girl, who wouldn’t believe that her feelings could change.

“I just want to savor it, Piyali. By myself. If everybody knows, you know how it will become all about the wedding and rituals and what not. I still want to date. I still want to get to know you, and I want you to know me, without external pressures. I still want to make a few stealth trips to Delhi.” Even though his caution, at first, was indeed motivated by the need to give her time, what he said now was not only the right thing to say to her, it was true as well. He would like to enjoy having his own time with her, before it became the business of the entire world.

She smiled at him. A frank, unburdened smile. He hadn’t seen it too often on her. A warmth enveloped him. And he couldn’t resist the temptation. He bent his head down and brought his lips close to her.

“May I?” he asked in a sibilant voice.

In reply, she just so slightly moved her lips closer. He tentatively gave her a quick peck. When she didn’t resist, he pressed his lips against hers, and forced his tongue in her mouth. Because of his weakness he ran out of breath quickly and had to withdraw. He found her smiling and blushing.

“I can’t handle it anymore,” he said, “We must go inside.”

She put his hand back on her shoulder and they walked back.

—

To be continued

“Mukundo Babu! I wanted to talk.”

Piyali caught a fleeting look of terror on Mukundo’s face, before he put up a brave smile and said, “Sure.”

“Please don’t jump to conclusions from what I am saying, Mukundo Babu. Okay? I am just thinking out loud. And I am doing that with you, because there is nobody else I can go to.”

“Go on, Piyali.”

“Feelings are not a problem at all, Mukundo Babu. In one sense or the other, despite my supposed hatred, I have always loved you.” Mukundo forgot to breathe for a moment, but she didn’t notice his reaction and continued, “With anybody else that should have been sufficient to give the relationship a chance. Because if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. One can move on. But between us. I don’t know if that is possible. It is an all or nothing situation. If something ever went wrong the world around me will crumble and I wouldn’t know what to do. Am I making any sense?”

Despite his anxieties, he smiled. If thinking alike was a criterion, they were doing pretty well for now!

“I know exactly what you are talking about, Piyali. Why do you think I was so hesitant to talk to you?”

“Then couldn’t we take time? We know each other, but we could get to know each other in ways that may matter in practical life, we could just talk a lot more and then decide–”

“You want to date?”

“If that’s what it sounds like…”

“Never thought that would be possible between us–”

“It was silly idea, forget it–”

“Never thought. It doesn’t mean I am not thinking right now.”

“I have to be in Delhi for at least another year.”

“And I am going to be bedridden for several weeks yet. Your vacations would be over long before. Ideally it should have started over a dinner in a nice restaurant, or a music concert, or at least a stroll in the park, but it will have to start with you by my sick bed, while I eat my sick food.”

She blushed furiously, then chuckled to hide it.

“And I have a plan for making it work in Delhi,” Mukundo added.

“You already do?”

“Believe me, countless number of times in last one year, I have thought of appearing at your doorstep in Delhi, spending the day with you and then coming back without anybody being any wiser.”

She looked puzzled.

He explained, “There are two perfectly timed flights. One in the morning for Delhi. And second in the evening for coming back to Kolkata. I would have to be pretend to be busy with on Saturdays. But nobody needs to know that I am in Delhi, not Kolkata.”

“You are incredible. I shouldn’t have driven myself crazy worrying about it. I should have spoken to you earlier.”

“I so wish that too, Piyali. Not just for this.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were always reserved around me. Now, I know the reason. But I wish now that it had been resolved earlier and we hadn’t lost so many years. That we could have talked – for real – earlier.”

“I am so sorry–”

“No. No. That’s not– It wasn’t your fault. You should understand that once and for all.”

She nodded, then said, “It’s not like we didn’t talk. And I suppose you still got to know me enough to fall in love with me.”

“And what about you? How well do you know me?”

“Is this an interview?”

“If it gets the conversation started, why not?”

“All right. Let’s see. Your favorite color seems to be white. You would wear your white kurta-paijama to everything from a wedding to a funeral if you could. I had cooked your favorite breakfast last year in Delhi. You favorite contemporary classical singer in Mitali Sarkar. You like ghazals, but you have trouble understanding their Urdu lyrics. You love Physics. You love teaching as well, although you are easily disappointed with your students. You wouldn’t live anywhere other than Kolkata. But you like traveling. You used to go on trip with your friends often. You haven’t travelled much in last 3-4 years though, I don’t know why. You were in a relationship with Alka Ma’am at the university. It seemed like a serious affair, but then she left for Delhi and you didn’t try to stop her, I don’t know why. And finally, it is baffling that you aren’t married yet, even though you don’t seem to have anything against marriage. It’s impossible that women don’t like you, and it doesn’t seem like you have extraordinary expectations. So, I don’t know why.”

Mukundo was already grinning, and when she finished, he guffawed and threw his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “When exactly did you learn all that?” He asked, still smiling.

“Thirteen years is a long time, I suppose. Will you fill me up on everything I said I don’t know why.”

“I can’t escape that, can I?”

“I suppose, no.”

“Easier ones first then. My relationship with Alka was one of convenience. We both knew it. She didn’t leave because of me or despite me. She was a free spirit who couldn’t remain tied down to a place for long. Unlike me who, as you know, wouldn’t live anywhere other than Kolkata.”

Piyali looked taken aback. Then she laughed.

“Does that sound bad?”

“No. Just unexpected and too casual.”

“It is tempting to hide things from you – the ones that would make me look bad. But–”

“I am not talking to you to judge you, Mukundo Babu. For all my stupidities, you have never judged me.”

“So, you had knowingly cooked my favorite breakfast in Delhi?” he immediately changed the subject.

“I was trying to gain your forgiveness, wasn’t I?”

“And you were pretty sure I will come around. You had bought concert tickets.”

“Hadn’t you declared before leaving after my admission that you cared for me?”

“Had I? I am glad that I had. And I am glad that you believed me.”

Mohima and Debangi came there just then interrupting their tete-a-tete. When Debangi got up to leave after asking after Mukundo’s health, it felt proper for Piyali to leave too and she left with a silent promise to come back the next day.

—

To be continued

Mukundo inhaled sharply. There! It had been said. And the world hadn’t come to an end. Mohima was right. He had trapped himself in unnecessarily precaution.

Outwardly he said, “Yes. That’s correct. And I don’t know if you have thought about it and know how you feel. If you don’t know, that’s fine. Take your time. You don’t have to reciprocate. Just know that I am an option.”

She gave him a look that protested this trivialization of his position. Then she asked what Mukundo felt was a silly question. “Would you want to marry me?”

She looked genuinely puzzled. That, in turn, puzzled Mukundo, “That would be the obvious thing to want, unless you have some revolutionary ideas about not believing in the institution of marriage or something.”

“I am not a revolutionary, Mukundo Babu. Not a rebel either. That’s the point. You might fancy going against Kaku or Kaki’s wishes. I can’t–”

“Why do we have to go against their wishes?”

“Don’t get me wrong. They have been nothing but kind to me and my family. But we are not your equals.”

Mukundo became somber, “In what way are you not my equal, Piyali? Except perhaps in age. But that works against me, not against you.”

“You are not such a simpleton, Mukundo Babu. You know very well what makes people equal or unequal in the society.”

Mukundo smiled at that. “Why don’t you let me know if you make up your mind in my favor? And then we can go to Ma and you can see for yourself how she reacts.”

His confidence gave Piyali a pause. And then she suddenly jumped out of the chair. “Oh. My. God.”

“What happened?”

“Kaki already knows, doesn’t she? Since when?”

Now, Mukundo grew worried, “Why are you asking that? Did she say something to you?”

“Every time I come back from Delhi–”

“What! What has she been saying?”

“She has been asking if I have a… if I am seeing someone. Sometimes I thought she worries that now that I am away from home something will go wrong. At other times I thought she was conniving with Ma to get me married. I begged her not to do that because I wasn’t ready–”

Here she stopped abruptly and looked at Mukundo.

“I am sorry, Piyali,” he said, “Yes. She knows. And I am sorry she bothered you–”

“That’s not–”

“Listen to me. She need not know that you know. Okay? Otherwise she will pressurize you–”

“She actually wants this?”

“That’s not your worry.”

“Mukundo Babu. I am not a rebel. But don’t you know me at all? I am not a pushover either. So just tell me, please.”

“All right. Yes, she wants this. I was also surprised when I learned of that. Not for the reasons you think. But I was surprised. And honestly, I don’t know why she wants this. May be, she is desperate for me. May be, she likes you so much. Or whatever else.”

“How long has she known?”

Mukundo hesitated before replying, “Since I returned from Delhi. After meeting you.”

“Makes sense,” she mumbled as she recalled that even during phone conversations since around that time Mohima had seemed curious about strange things and brought up the subject of Mukundo’s marriage more often than usual.

“What are you thinking, Piyali?” Mukundo’s nervous question brought her out of her reverie. She rushed back and took his place in the chair beside his bed.

“I am making you anxious; I am sorry, Mukundo Babu.”

“No, no, no. The one thing I can’t stand is to see you worried or unhappy. Please don’t be sorry. Just talk to me, if you can.”

“I am… I am baffled right now. Can you give me some time?”

“Take all the time you need. Just… Don’t worry. And I suggest that you don’t tell Ma. I know you are not a pushover. But I also know Ma. she can be annoyingly persistent once she gets an idea in her head.”

“I know something of that,” Piyali smiled, “Thank you. For being patient.”

“Piyali. There is no other way I can be, unless I want to be a complete jerk.”

—

It didn’t matter how much she had thought over it in last few days, until the conversation with Mukundo, it hadn’t become real. Now that it had become real, the only thing she wanted to do was to be happy, to jump headlong into it, throw herself in his arms, and not worry about anything else. But the only thing she was able to do was to worry. What would she not have given to have somebody who could advise her? But who could she go to? It was impossible to explain the situation to any of her friends. What would they understand of what her relationship with the Thakur household was and how complicated it made things? It wasn’t another affair with a potential to become a serious relationship. It was an all or none decision. And if she went for all, and something went wrong, she couldn’t even imagine what the world would look like then! She couldn’t have asked her parents. She was sure they would go berserk and run immediately to Mohima. And even though she had defended herself as not being a pushover in front of Mukundo, she knew that his concern about telling anything to Mohima was right. Whether it was about sending her to a music class, or buying her a dress, or paying her fees, if something had gotten into Mohima’s head, she had always known how to get her way by being persistent. Giving into someone’s wishes because she loved them or was grateful towards them was one thing. But this wasn’t a matter in which she could put blind trust in anyone’s judgement. No! She couldn’t speak to Mohima.

The only person she would have to speak to was Mukundo.

—

To be continued

After having convinced himself that he should do something about his feelings for Piyali, Mukundo was no longer restless but he found himself planning one idea after another, and rejecting them all.

When Piyali came back home for Pujo, her first vacation, she asked him why he was still sending her money. Her scholarship was more than enough. “Scholarship is your achievement and I am proud of it. But that money was my commitment. More to Kaku than to you. So, I am fulfilling my commitment. You can save it for a rainy day.”  She was unable to convince him otherwise.

During the same trip, Mohima observed, “Piyali seems more comfortable around you now, don’t you agree, Mukundo? Earlier she was rather shy.”

Mukundo knew her observation to be accurate, but couldn’t have explained that it wasn’t because of her love for him, but just because an old barrier of hatred had finally been lifted. So, he came up with an explanation, “I think stepping out of home has increased her self-confidence.” Mohima bought that. She didn’t pester him about talking to Piyali.

Piyali came back couple of more times for short durations. A year passed. Then she was back for summer vacations, which would last for two months. To spend the vacations gainfully, she had spoken to a professor of Maths at the university and was going to do an internship with him. Nobody kept regular hours during summers; so she had to go to the university only once in a while to discuss the project. Mukundo offered to drive her. “I will also catch up on my work at office on those days,” he said by way of an explanation.

That day, after dropping her at the university, he didn’t stay there. He had to meet a relative staying in that part of the town. So, it was decided that he would visit them and then come back to pick her up.

When it was time, he parked on the road just outside the university gate. Piyali started walking towards him from a shaded spot she was waiting at. But the unthinkable happened before she reached him. A large tractor appeared from nowhere, driving wildly and hit his car at a breakneck speed. It didn’t halt and rushed away as Piyali screamed, “Mukundo Babu!”

—

In the ambulance, Piyali held his hands in one of hers while she used the other one to make calls to his father and her parents.

“Piyali,” she heard his faint voice.

“Mukundo Babu! Just stay with me. You will be all right.”

“I… Piyali, I love you,” he mumbled before passing out again.

“Is he all right?” she asked the medics accompanying them. Her mind was so occupied with the threat to his life that she hardly registered what he had said.

“Please keep talking to him, Ma’am. It will help.”

“Mukundo Babu! Listen to me…”

—

4 days later…

Mukundo opened his eyes and everything appeared foggy in front of his eyes as well as in his mind.

“Mukundo Babu!”

He registered that voice. The last thing he remembered hearing was also that.

“Mukundo Babu!” This time he also felt her touch on his hands, and a shape appeared before his eyes. Slowly the fog cleared.

“Piyali!” His voice sounded faint to his own ears.

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes.”

“I will call the nurse.”

“No. Stay, please.”

“You may need painkillers.”

“What happened to me?”

“There was an accident.”

“How long has it been?”

“Four days.”

“Ma?”

“She will be here soon. I had sent her to take rest for a while. Let me call the nurse now.”

“Okay.”

He drifted off to sleep again.

When he came to next, both Piyali and Mohima were in the room. He also felt better than the last time. Mohima did most of the talking, sitting beside his bed, while Piyali lingered near the window, just at the periphery of his vision. After a while Mohima noticed his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of Piyali. She pressed his hands, smiled at him and whispered so that Piyali couldn’t hear.

“Piyali never left your side in all these days.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. While Mohima had been talking, a scene had played out in his head. And he couldn’t figure out if it was a memory or illusion. Had he said something to Piyali?

“When can I go home, Ma?”

“Doctor thinks as early as tomorrow morning.”

—

When Mukundo had said it at first, Piyali’s mind was hardly in a position to pause and grasp its meaning. But after he had been operated upon and declared stable, she had all the time in the world to ruminate over it – again and again. At first, she was in disbelief. Had she misheard it? Even if not, could he have meant it in some platonic sense? But there was a certain desperation in Mukundo’s declaration that convinced her otherwise. Then for a long time she wondered how she felt about it. She finally decided that she felt very good about it. Then practical considerations started bothering her. Could it really work in the real world? And when he finally woke up, her disbelief returned. She had played out a thousand scenarios for the future in her head earlier. But now all of them seemed ridiculous. She started feeling a frenzied anxiety within her. What if she had imagined it? Or worse, what if she hadn’t?

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down before knocking and entering his room.

“How are you feeling now, Mukundo Babu?” Did she sound shrill in an attempt to sound normal?

“I am alive,” he replied somberly. She pulled up a chair near his bed. He was sitting up sprawled.

She smiled, “You look better than just being alive.”

“Did they ever catch that truck driver?”

“Yes. They did. He was inebriated. Was caught soon. Do you remember the accident?”

“Now that I have heard about it, it seems like I remember things. But I am not sure. You weren’t crying on the way to the hospital, were you?”

She spoke defensively, “I didn’t cry. I never cry.”

“And that’s a very good thing. I wanted to check if I was really recalling things, or making them up from the scenes in the movies. But adaptation of a movie scene would have meant seeing you cry,” he chuckled, “I remember you not crying. So, this must be a real memory.”

She bit her lips without being conscious of it.

“Did you think I was going to die?” he asked after a pause.

“I wasn’t thinking much until they told me that you were stable.”

Silence reigned for a while, before she asked him back, “Did you think you were going to die?”

“Did I make any death-bed confessions?” he tried to hide his question in a joke.

Silence again. Then she spoke, “Perhaps you did!”

“Did you dislike it?”

She just shook her head in reply.

“Then tell me what confession I made, Piyali.”

“You remember it, don’t you?”

“If I remember the wrong thing and I spell it out, it can be disastrous. Right now, the relationship between us is unequal. And I am more powerful here. I can’t afford to make a mistake. But you can say anything to me, Piyali. And even if you are wrong, it won’t affect our existing relationship.”

“But do you really want it said, Mukundo Babu? There must be a reason that it took you a near-death experience to say it.”

“I thought it would make you angry, or uncomfortable. So, you tell me, is it better left unsaid?”

She seemed to take forever to make up her mind and her eyes were glued to the floor throughout. Mukundo struggled to fathom what was going on in her head. Finally, she mumbled, still not looking at him, “We were in the ambulance. You were almost unconscious. But before fully losing consciousness, I think, you said that you loved me.”

—

To be continued

Mukundo was restless since his return from Delhi. The concert and the time he spent with Piyali on the following Sunday before catching his flight were his undoing. He realized not only how much he had missed her since she had left Kolkata, but also what he had missed in all those years before that. Never before had a concert or a conversation with her been so satisfying before. Now that she was expressing herself before him without reserve, he was even more enchanted than before. What was he to do about this ache he always carried around with him? His body and soul aching for her!

Soon Mohima noticed and she asked him, “Is there something you are not telling us, Mukundo?”

“What do you mean, Ma?”

“Ever since you have come back from Delhi… Was everything all right with Piyali? Is there any trouble?”

He was relieved. It was easy to answer that honestly, “No Ma. No trouble at all. She has adjusted to her independent life very well.”

“Then, are you in some kind of trouble? Why do I feel like you are never really here? You are lost, distracted, melancholy even.”

“You are writing poetry, Ma.”

“No. When you have to literally call you son five times before he realizes that you are talking to him, sitting right in front of him, you don’t write poetry. You worry.”

“Oh, Ma!”

“Either get a grip of yourself, or share with us what your problem is. It can’t go on like this.” She left him alone after this ultimatum. But Mukundo knew that it wasn’t the last he was hearing of it.

—

And the next he heard of it came in a different form. An alarming form too.

“Mukundo. When do you think you are getting married?” Mohima asked all of a sudden during dinner a few days later.

“What? Where did that come from?”

“From your mother.”

“You had promised me that you won’t be that kind of a parent–”

“Sure. But that promise was made when you were twenty-five. Now you are thirty-two.”

“That’s not fair, Ma.”

“Mukundo. We will not be around forever. Spending a lonely life will not feel like a good idea forever.”

“Can we just eat, Ma? Baba?” he looked at his father for support.

But all Aurbindo said was, “Your Ma is right.”

Mohima let it go after that and changed the subject. But Mukundo knew that his mother had figured out exactly what was going on with him and would not rest until she had made him confess. But why did she want to make him confess? She didn’t really think it was a good idea, did she?

—

This time Mukundo paid a visit to Mohima.

“Ma! You asked Piyali to find out why I won’t get married, did you?”

“I discussed it with her. This was not the first time.”

“I see. What is it that you want to know?”

“Whatever it is that you are not telling me.”

“Fine. You want to see me making a fool of myself. Then here it is. I don’t know why I have not married all these years. Just never felt right. But right now – yes, I like Piyali. Exactly in the sense that you had asked. I am in love with her. As absurd as it is, that’s the fact. Now you know it. Happy? Nobody else needs to know. I don’t know how I will get over it, but I will figure out. Now can we not talk about it ever again?”

“Why? Why not talk about it? I agree – there is an age-difference. But there is no law against it. There are all kinds of couples in the world. I am sure Debendra Babu and Debangi will be delighted–”

“Ma! It’s not about them. It’s about her.”

Mohima paused for a moment, then added, “Sure. But one needs to talk to her to find out what she thinks, right?”

“And if someone – say you – does indeed ask her, what do you think will she do? Will she be able to say no? Under the sheer weight of gratefulness, she will accept.”

“Wow! You have created a mountain so big in your head, Mukundo, that nobody can go past it. That will not do. Somebody has to talk. If not you–”

“You can’t talk to her, Ma.”

“I shouldn’t. You should.”

Mukundo had no option left, but to hastily promise, “Fine, I will. But don’t be after my life to do this. There has to be a suitable time and it may not be soon.”

“Fine!” Mohima acquiesced, although she didn’t look convinced.

—

Mukudno’s promise to Mohima was not sincere. It was made only to get her off his back. But what that conversation did make Mukundo realize was that Mohima didn’t think his feelings for Piyali were absurd or wrong. Was it possible, then, that it wasn’t indeed as absurd as he had thought it to be? Should he be okay with how he felt? But even if he came to terms with what he wanted, how was he to know what Piyali thought. Any other woman and he would have known how to flirt just enough to see her reaction, then perhaps ask her out on a date, then see how both of them felt about it and so on. That was not a path open to him in Piyali’s case. It was all or nothing. It was forever or never. And if it was to be never, even the slightest attempt to make it happen could break that fragile bond of friendship he had so recently established. So much to lose!

But he must do something, even if he didn’t know just then what it should be.

—

To be continued