Mish' Fiction

“Mukundo Babu!”

Mukundo beamed on hearing her voice. She had obviously recuperated well. She was sitting in the hall and having a cup of tea.

“Someone looks well. Where is Kaku?”

“Not at home. Has gone out for some work. Can you take me to my room?” She still needed some support while moving around.

“Sure. Come.” He held her hand and put his other arm around her protectively. They slowly walked to her room. As soon as they were inside, she surprised him by suddenly hugging him tight.

He restrained himself from responding as passionately. He patted her head and then held her until she pulled away a bit. Her face had gone crimson.

“Are you fine?” he asked softly.

She spoke despite feeling shy, “I was so weak, I hadn’t even held you properly once. Sometimes I felt like it was all a dream, an illusion. And you weren’t really here.”

“I am here, Pihu Rani. And nothing is going to make me go away now. But you don’t do such things. Not until you have recovered fully.”

She looked up at him curiously, not understanding what he meant. He smiled at her. “I don’t have a mask now, Piyali, which I can hide behind. And you seem to have no idea what your proximity does to me.  I can’t act on my urges until you are fully recovered. So, don’t tempt me, please.”

She averted her eyes and moved back. Her heart pounded so hard on understanding his implication that it threatened to jump out of her body. Mukundo chuckled on seeing her condition. How naïve and innocent she looked. Was she really capable of feeling that passion for him which had reflected in that hug over two and a half years ago?

“Let me help you to bed,” he said and led her there. “Oh. And I forgot,” he took out an envelope from his rear pocket, “This had come for you. I received it while coming.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t know. Seems like something important.”

“Important?”

“Yeah. He was insisting that he would give it only to you.”

“Then how did you receive it?”

A teasing smile formed on his lips. “I told them that I am your husband.”

She gulped hard and colored. “Hadn’t you just stopped me from doing such things?” she said in a low voice.

“I had stopped you because I have a problem. You don’t seem to have the same problem.”

“How would you know?” she fixed her eyes on the envelope and spoke in a low quivering voice.

She frowned on seeing the contents of the envelope.

“What is it?”

She put it aside. “Acceptance for Ph. D.”

“Congratulations, Pihu Rani,” his eyes shone. “From Stanford itself, right?”

She nodded, but looked at him with expressionless eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, “Not happy?”

“I’m not going back, Mukundo Babu?”

“Because of me?”

“I don’t want to do a Ph. D. I already feel exhausted after MS.”

“Really?”

“It is true that I don’t want to leave you again. But it is also true that I don’t want to do a Ph. D. I had applied because… well what would I have done if you hadn’t come? So…”

“Pihu Rani. Here is something you should know. I am not going to leave you again, either. But we don’t have to be in Kolkata for that. I can take a sabbatical; even try to find a job wherever you have to go. You don’t need to sacrifice anything for being together. Now tell me honestly. What do you want to do?”

“I have a job offer. I can join their India office. But…”

“But?”

“It is in Bangalore.”

“Is that what you really want?”

She nodded.

“Then that’s what we’d do. But I hope they will give you a couple of months to join. Because you will need at least that much time to recover fully.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I will send my job application to ISI Bangalore.”

“How can you decide so quickly?”

“I have suffered from my indecision and silence, Pihu Rani. Not any longer.” He had something else in mind too, which he didn’t yet tell her. Her father would also get a better treatment in Bangalore. There was a super-specialty hospital there.

—

Piyali had recovered a lot, though not completely. Mr. Banerjee asked them to get married before shifting to Bangalore. It would make things easier. They could stay together. Neither of them had any objections. What were they to wait for? It had already been a lifetime of waiting.

Mukundo asked Piyali what kind of a wedding she wanted. “Simplest possible,” was her answer.

“Why?”

“Because it doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t you want…”

“No. I want nothing other than just… ending this wait.”

He smiled and kissed her on forehead.

Her first choice was a simple court marriage. But that would need a month’s notice. So, they decided to arrange a wedding in a temple instead. He asked her to come to shopping with him.

“I want to see my wife in a saree,” he told her teasingly.

She frowned and asked looking worried, “You mean… can’t I wear my usual dresses after the wedding?”

He laughed out loud. “Silly girl. Of course, you can. I don’t think you can as much move around wearing sarees all day long. And I don’t intend to carry you around all the time. I was talking about the wedding.”

She smiled and blushed furiously. She was going crazy. She always did around him, didn’t she?

She was taking too long to get ready. He came back to her room and found the door ajar. She was probably in the bathroom. He sat on her bed and noticed a book peeping out from under the pillow. Curious, he took it out. He was taken aback at first and then a mischievous smile formed on his lips. He got up to leave the room with the book before she came back. His eyes fell on the clothes she had discarded while changing. There was a bright red dupatta lying on the back of a chair. He picked that up too, walked out briskly and hid his stolen possessions in the car. When he came back she was ready to leave. She didn’t seem to have noticed the theft.

He bought her much more than one wedding saree. When she objected, he whispered in her ear, “Once in a while even after wedding won’t hurt, would it?” She smiled nervously and weakly. It would take her time to get used to his romance. She was used to his camaraderie and protective instincts. This change was sometimes unnerving, even if sweetly so.

“The billing queue is long. You sit here, while I pay the bill. I don’t want you to get tired.” She nodded, although she would very much have liked him to be by her side every single moment. She still tended to tire quickly and his advice was reasonable.

“Isn’t that Pihu?” she looked up startled on hearing the voice.

“Aporna Di?” her throat went dry.

“It’s so good to see you, Pihu. How are you doing? Are you here alone?”

Piyali paled. What was she to tell her cousin? Who was she here with? And why?

“No. Not alone,” she managed to reply, “How are you, Di?”

“As well as I can be. I had come with a friend. Her sister is getting married. She wanted to buy something for her. Who are you with?”

Piyali gulped hard. There was no point hiding. Mukundo Babu would be there any minute. And especially if he noticed who she was with, he would practically come running… “Mukundo Babu. He is getting the billing done.”

Aporna smiled weakly and changed the topic, “You look so weak. Have you been ill… Oh – what is this?” She noticed the packet of bangles Piyali was carrying. Shaakha-pola, a pair of white and red bangles that married woman wore, was visible through the translucent polythene bag. “Are you getting married, Pihu?”

Piyali smiled weakly. Despite herself a blush crept up on her face. “Wow! You didn’t inform us. Who is the lucky guy? You are running away from home or what…. How come nobody knows…”

“She isn’t the kind to run away from home…” Mukundo’s voice startled them.

“Mukundo!” Aporna paled on seeing his stern countenance.

“Let’s go, Piyali,” the way Mukundo helped her up and protectively put his arms around her left nothing to guess.

“Wait!” It would have been more dignified for her to let them go, but she could not check herself in time. “Are you two…”

“Yes,” Mukundo replied while Piyali stayed tongue-tied, “We are getting married.”

“How could you… She is a baby! Mukundo…”

Mukundo replied with a crooked smile, “Much more mature and loyal than you, Aporna. Don’t try to talk to her or to me in future. You have destroyed my life and happiness once. I am not about to let it happen again.”

Aporna felt a surge of anger. “You are disgusting. This is… She has a hopeless, unhealthy dependence on you. It isn’t a match. This will be a disaster.” She had still harbored a faint hope of her reunion with Mukundo, especially given that he hadn’t married anyone else yet. But this…  And her own cousin?

—

To be continued

Piyali drew a sharp breath on seeing him enter her room and shutting the door behind him. He sat beside her, closer than he had ever been during her hospital stay. Even on the flight back, in their business class seats, she had sat with her father, while he had taken a seat in the row across them. He hadn’t been this close to her since the day of that fateful hug…

“Can you sit up?” he asked.

“I will need help,” she replied.

He went forward and helped her sit up, feeling her body tremble at his touch. Then he drew her into a gentle hug. She broke into sobs. He pulled back. “Why are you crying now, Pihu Rani?” A name that he used only in private!

“Probably because you can see it now. Probably because I have desperately wanted to cry before you. You used to come to Mumbai every month, Mukundo Babu. Without informing even Baba about it. And you didn’t ask after me even once in these two years? You weren’t bothered. You didn’t miss me at all, did you?”

“Piyali,” he choked on his words, “I obsessively followed you. But I had to do it non-intrusively. I checked your research group’s website every day. Read every paper you ever published, every conference presentation of yours… There was nothing else you ever updated anywhere. Not even a photograph… How I craved to get just one glimpse of you… But you were doing well. I thought you had moved on. I didn’t want to derail you.”

She pursed her lips.

“So, you will not forgive me?”

She shook her head.

“Not even if I told you how I have suffered every moment in these two years because I missed you? And even more because I felt guilty? And even more because I thought you had moved on?”

She shook her head even as her eyes grew moist.

“Not even if I told you that there are no obstacles for us now; Kaku has agreed?”

“Agree to what?” she didn’t seem to get his import.

“Agree to what?” he chuckled, “What do you think?”

“Don’t get my hopes high, Mukundo Babu. Speak it out clearly.”

He cupped her face and planted a kiss on her forehead. Their eyes were locked in each other’s for a while. Then he bent again and gave a quick peck to her on her lips. Her tears started flowing, fruitlessly trying to cool down her cheeks, which had grown hot and red with his proximity.

“That’s enough,” he wiped her tears with his thumb while he continued to hold her face in his hands, “You know how weak you are, don’t you? Crying won’t do.”

“I hate you, Mukundo Babu.”

“You can punish me whichever way you want. But stop crying.”

She wiped her own tears and he let go of her face.

“How did Baba agree?” she asked.

Mukundo suspected that Mr. Banerjee’s own terminal illness had a bigger role to play in his acceptance than anything else. But he wouldn’t tell her that. No daughter would be able to come to terms with her father’s approaching death being the reason she was granted her love. Not Piyali of all people, over-sensitive as she was. Besides, this wasn’t the time to reveal his illness to her.

“He is your father, Piyali. How long could he have seen you suffer like this?” he wasn’t being untruthful. This was part of the reason for sure. There was one more! “Besides, he hadn’t realized earlier that I reciprocated your emotions.”

“I had started doubting so too,” she said.

“Yes. I am a bigger culprit for staying silent than I thought. I still hope that you will forgive me some day.”

“I still hate you.”

“I accept the punishment. Just get well quickly, Pihu Rani. Seeing you like this is too cruel a punishment even for a crime like mine.”

She initiated the hug this time. But she mumbled, “I still hate you.”

—

Mr. Banerjee retreated from Piyali’s door, when he realized that Mukundo was there with her. He asked Promila, the housekeeper, to take the juice and medicine for Piyali.

They broke the hug when Promila knocked on the door. Mukundo took the tray from her and made Piyali drink some juice with his own hands. After a few sips, she stopped him because tears flooded her eyes again. Mukundo looked at her helplessly.

“What had gone so wrong, Mukudno Babu? Had I presumed something that was not on your mind? Had you not understood me?”

“I had understood you, Piyali. How could I not? You had just discovered your feelings, but mine had been the same since before you went to Mumbai. I just wished I had stopped you in time from voicing them.”

“I hadn’t meant to say anything to Baba without talking to you first. But for some reason he was after my life to meet some boy or the other. I just blurted out… I didn’t realize it would make you so angry,” she spoke through her tears.

“Angry?” Mukundo was confounded.

“There hasn’t been a single moment since then that I have not regretted doing that…”

“And drove yourself to the brink of death and madness?”

“Do you know what was the longest before this that I hadn’t talked to you?”

“What?”

“Four days. When you had disappeared after a Nihu Di’s wedding. I was already on the brink of madness then. And this time, I had to survive for two years on just two words from you. Take care! That was the end!”

“You didn’t take care, did you?”

“I am alive, despite knowing that you were angry with me; and probably ashamed… You can’t ask for more, Mukundo Babu.”

“Oh Piyali! I wasn’t angry at you. I was just sad, incredibly sad. I hadn’t wanted to reach for more and lose even what we had. Which was what happened. I had anticipated Kaku’s reaction. And after seeing him react that way, I just couldn’t bring myself to come near you, to even talk to you. It felt like a betrayal towards him… Still, I hadn’t been able to resist meeting you once. So, I had told Kaku that I would drop you to airport. He had accepted that and I… I couldn’t ask for more. I couldn’t ask for you! ”

His own tears betrayed him. He lifted her hand and rested his forehead against it. She brought her other hand to him and dug into his hair with her trembling fingers. It sent an electric jolt through his body and he took a sharp breath. Then he lifted his face up and held both her hands to stop her from touching him. She might, quite innocuously, make him lose control.

“Do you know why I had disappeared after Nihu’s wedding?” He might have held up better physically, but emotionally he had suffered every bit like her. He also needed to talk.

“Why?”

“Because that’s when I had realized that you had grown into this beautiful woman. And that my love for you was no longer just platonic. I had grown so restless and was so scared of facing the consequences… I just wanted to disappear.”

She stared at him wide-eyed.

“And then you came to me. You started crying. I couldn’t bear to see you crying, Piyali.”

“So, you came back? You came to see me every month? You saw me going around with someone else, and never said a word?”

“Because I couldn’t see as much as a frown on your face. And even a hint of my feelings would have destroyed things, destroyed your life and peace. As they did eventually. I could never forgive myself for letting it on in that one moment of weakness. What do you think I am going through now? Seeing you like this?”

“My safety net had been taken away, Mukundo Babu. I couldn’t soar high. I just sunk down. Deep down. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t hold it on my own.”

“Somebody should have told me, Piyali. You, or Kaku. Somebody! I know my silence is unforgivable, but this wasn’t fair to me. I had thought you didn’t need it any longer. But if you needed it and couldn’t depend on my safety net, my life was meaningless. I am feeling extremely frustrated and angry right now.”

“No. Mukundo Babu. Please. Don’t talk about being angry. It shatters me,” Piyali said miserably.

“I am sorry,” he gave her another gentle and affectionate hug, “Don’t worry now. We will figure out everything. You only have to focus on getting well. Nothing else. Here – your juice and medicine.”

—

To be continued

Two years later…

Piyali was sleeping. But the hospital allowed them in her room, provided they did not disturb her. Mr. Banerjee went inside, but Mukundo could not proceed beyond the doorstep. After taking in every detail of her sickly, pale face, he turned on his heels. When Mr. Banerjee came out, he found him slumping against the wall right beside the door.

“Mukundo!”

“It’s my fault, Kaku.”

“What are you talking about?”

“What she wanted,” he turned away from Mr. Banerjee and said, “What she has been so stubborn and obsessed about… the idea wouldn’t have occurred to her, if she didn’t know my feelings.”

“Your feelings? What are you… What had happened? Had you said something?”

“I assure you, Kaku. Nothing was said or done. Because we have control over our words, and our actions. But, unfortunately, not over our feelings. And they were felt…”

He waited for Mr. Banerjee’s reaction with bated breath. But he did not speak. So, Mukundo prepared to turn to face him. If he had given into his urge of confessing, he would have to face the aftermath. But before that could happen, they heard some noise from inside. They rushed in.

“Baba!” Piyali noticed her father first. He sat down by her side and pressed her hands. Then her eyes fell on Mukundo who was slowly approaching her.

“Mukundo Babu?” the words formed on her lips, but her voice failed her. Was she hallucinating? She hadn’t seen him or talked to him in last two years. She stared as he came to stand on the other side of her bed. “Is that really you?” she finally managed to speak.

“Yes. It’s me, Piyali,” he tried to smile.

“How come? Am I dying?” her attempt to chuckle barely went beyond a low, whimpering sound. She was weak from illness.

“Shut up!” Mukundo and Mr. Banerjee spoke together.

She closed her eyes and took a deep, labored breath.

“Pihu. You need to come back home. As soon as you have recovered a bit, we will leave…”

“I’ll be fine here, Baba. You needn’t have come all the way just for…”

“Come home, Piyali,” Mukundo interjected, “Please.”

She stared at him. Her questioning and accusing eyes felt like they would penetrate his soul. But so be it. He sat down on a stool lying near her bed.  “I will never allow myself, or you, to do anything that Kaku wouldn’t approve of. Or that would hurt him or his honor. But Piyali, that is no reason that I should not stand by you. I owe you a big apology that I did not do so. I am sorry. And I promise that it will never happen again. I will always be by your side. Please come home.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Two years and more — this is what she had pined for. His acceptance. It had taken a life-threatening illness for it to come her way. But then, she wouldn’t have minded if it had taken death itself. She got a bargain!

Only after making his resolution heard did Mukundo look at Mr. Banerjee. His eyes were fixed on his daughter and the expression on his face was inscrutable. Mukundo would worry about him later. He returned his attention to Piyali. “Stop crying,” he pleaded. Piyali noticed him clenching his fist. He would have wanted to wipe her tears, to touch her. But he was resisting. She smiled and wiped her tears off.

—

“Kaku? Please take a seat,” Mukundo welcomed Mr. Banerjee anxiously. They had returned the day before and Piyali had come with them.

“You did not come to see us. I was worried if you have yourself fallen sick.”

“No Kaku. I am fine.”

“Never in my wildest dream had I thought that you thought of Pihu like that, Mukundo.” Mukundo gulped hard and downcast his eyes. What could he say in his defense? He was guilty as charged. “But what did you think of me? Am I a monster?”

“Kaku!” he looked up surprised.

“For two years. Two years — my daughter has been suffering. And I am helplessly seeing her suffer. Couldn’t you have told me once, just once, what you wanted?”

Mukundo was tongue-tied. Where was this going?

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Kaku! I… I didn’t think you will ever accept it. Especially after the way you had reacted to Pihu’s confession…”

“I admit, Mukundo, that I was shocked. And I probably would not have agreed at once. It didn’t sound right at all. I had always thought of you affections for her as more brotherly. Everyone did so. But… I am not a stubborn idiot. She is my daughter, Mukundo. If after Debangi’s death, I was still alive, it was for her sake. Do you think I enjoyed seeing her like that? Could the society or the rest of the world be more important to me than her? I repressed her because I thought that if she ever told you or anyone else anything, we’d become a laughing stock.”

“And you kept sending me photographs of girls in last two years more aggressively than ever. As if you wanted me out of the way…”

“Mukundo. I had promised your father on his death-bed that I would look after you. God is my witness that I have been trying to get you married again and settled well for much longer than these two years.”

“I probably just… felt the pain more… in these two years. Was she ill for a long time, Kaku?”

“She was preparing to fall ill all this time – yes. She never came home. When I went there, every time I found her worse than earlier. Apart from her roommate, she didn’t have any friends, didn’t go anywhere, worked like an animal…”

“You never told me… If I hadn’t been there when that call came, I wouldn’t have known even now.”

“I didn’t want you to feel responsible, Mukundo.”

Mukundo looked down and a drop of his tear fell on his lap.

“Mukundo. I am angry. But I am not blaming you. I failed both of you too. But trust me. I didn’t need my daughter to reach her death-bed to accept your wishes. Especially not when I know that I myself won’t be around to take care of her… In whose care would I leave her if not you…”

“Kaku? What are you talking about?”

“All those years of smoking has caught up. My lungs are giving way…”

“Kaku?”

“I don’t have more than a year left. After that you have to take care of her. And yourself too.”

“Kaku. That’s…”

“Don’t say anything about it, Mukundo. It is of no use. Nothing can be done. It will only cause more grief and depression.”

“Does she know?”

“No. I didn’t have the heart to tell her. I am hoping that you’d help me with that. I will leave now. Hope you will visit soon.”

—

To be continued

He released her slowly, despite having wanted to do it immediately. If he reacted that way she might grow conscious and be hurt. What should he do? How should he take the inevitable awkwardness away? Yes! He would pretend that nothing unusual happened. They wouldn’t talk about it and it will go away, won’t it? Anyway, he was going to be away for several months.

But how should he continue the conversation to make it sound normal? He wanted to ask if she was okay. But asking that might have meant acknowledging this… Ugh… What should he do?

“Dinner?” he asked before he had really reached a conclusion.

She looked at him puzzled. ‘Don’t…. Don’t do that, Piyali. Don’t ask questions with those innocent eyes of yours,’ he screamed inwardly.

He didn’t know what she made out of all this, but she just nodded. He had to leave for the airport after dinner.

“Don’t let him get to you, Piyali,” he told her before leaving, “Don’t wallow in self-pity. Study well for your last semester and don’t let your grades suffer. You can do that, can’t you?”

She nodded. “You will call, right?” she asked, her anticipation barely concealed.

“Of course. And I will send you my number once I reach. You can call anytime you want to talk.” What the hell was up with this formal permission-taking for calling, he thought with some irritation. What was she thinking? But he didn’t dare ask.

—

“Meet him once, Pihu. He is also in bay area. It will work out just fine,” her father was getting on her nerves. What was this sudden obsession with trying to get her married? The convocation had just been over. She was going to Stanford for her masters. She was just twenty-one -years old.  Her Baba had never come across as one to believe in early marriages. Why was he after her life now? She finally lost her patience.

“Baba. I don’t want to meet him. Or anybody else, for that matter. I know who I want to marry.”

“Oh! Who?” he asked looking worried. What could explain this peculiarity of Indian parents? They would be after their children’s lives to get them married. But the idea that the children too might be thinking of their own marriage sent them into nervous fits!

“Mukundo Babu!” she replied insolently.

“What? What did you say?”

“Mukundo Babu. I want to marry him.”

“Is this some kind of a joke?”

“No Baba.”

“In that case, don’t ever say that again.” Piyali had never felt such chill in her father’s voice.

“But Baba…”

“Shut up, Pihu. Not another word. You will make a fool of yourself and of me too. You don’t seem to have any idea about how ridiculous you are being…”

“Baba. At least listen to me. How can you just…”

He lost his temper and raised his hands. For the first time in his life. But he was stopped before his hand could reach his bewildered daughter. “Kaku. Stop.”

“Mukundo!”

“You can’t raise your hands on her like this, Kaku?”

“Do you have any idea what this girl was saying…”

“She is just a child, Kaku. But you and I know better, don’t we? You can’t hit her,” Mukundo could feel Piyali’s hurt, angry eyes on him. But he did not meet them. “Go to your room, Piyali,” he told her without turning towards her. Tears of insult and guilt filled her eyes as she ran away from there. So, he had reached there just in time to witness her shame, and instead of supporting her, to shame her further?

—

Mukundo slumped in his work-chair in despair. What had she done? Before talking to him, why did she open her mouth before her father? They hadn’t been incommunicative. They had talked on phone over last few months. About usual stuff. About her day, her studies, her assignment submissions, project presentation, his teaching, research and people he was working with. Once in a while he had noticed that longing in her voice, in a lingering pause before disconnecting, in a little sigh, which wasn’t just for a friend, but more. The same longing that he had been feeling for almost four years now. Since the day he had seen her at a wedding in the neighborhood. Dancing away, wearing a low-cut choli with her pink lehanga, the thin dupatta across her chest and around her neck barely doing anything it was supposed to do. He had realized that she was a grown woman now — beautiful and desirable. He had been shocked at his own thoughts involving her — drifting away in a forbidden territory. He had been her friend, philosopher and guide forever. He had known her since she was an infant. He had always loved her. He had always seen an intelligent and cheerful girl in her, whose company he enjoyed, whose smile warmed his heart and whom he hated to see sad. But this was different. Different and wrong. His feelings for her would never be socially acceptable. Her father would be disgusted and so would be she. Not knowing how to deal with it all, he had stopped visiting them. Until she had come to him crying, afraid that she had somehow angered him during the wedding and needed to atone for it. He had no option, but to go back to her, to give in to her whim, to visit her every month, to witness her relationship with Ahwaan and to console her when it went awry.

All that was fine, but his own feelings should not have been revealed to her. Yet they were, and it was going to destroy her. He wasn’t surprised that Mr. Banerjee found the idea preposterous. He had always anticipated that. Many a times during their phone calls in the last few months, he had thought of clearing the air. He had wanted to explain to her that she needed to forget what had happened just before he had left and their relationship should remain platonic and pure. But he couldn’t muster courage to discuss it on phone. He’d do it in person. Because if she was hurt, or felt bad, he needed to be there to support her, to help her heal.

But she didn’t wait for him to do that. What was he to do now?

—

Piyali had stopped coming out to meet him when he visited them. She waited for him to come to her. He did not do that. Had she understood it all wrong, then? Her father looked miserable. Thankfully he did not try to get her to meet any potential groom.

“What you wanted, Pihu, was a childish wish. You are no match for each other,” he explained to her affectionately on the day she was to leave for US. “Focus on your studies there, and do well.” For some reason, she felt that those were Mukundo’s words, more than her father’s. But to him, she just nodded. When they came out to leave for airport, she found Mukundo waiting for them with his car. “I will drop you,” he said. After loading the luggage in the boot, Mr. Banerjee sat with him on the passenger seat and Piyali got into the back seat. Their eyes met a couple of times in the rear-view mirror, but she averted them every time.

“You have checked everything. Tickets, passport? The letters from the university? No liquid in your handbag.” At the airport, Piyali silently bore her father’s fussing over everything. Was Mukundo Babu not going to say anything?

“Take care,” he said as she made to walk in. So close, and yet so distant! She nodded and walked in. She did not look back even to wave to her father. She did not want anyone seeing her tears.

—

To be continued

“Mukundo Babu,” it was another of his visits. She was in her second semester now.

“Hmm…” he didn’t look up from whatever he was reading. This was their usual routine. They didn’t always have a lot to talk about. Because whenever they did feel like talking, they would call each other up and not wait for his trip. So, Mukundo brought his work with him and she also continued her studies or any other work, while he stayed.

“Baba was quite disappointed.”

“With what?”

“’With who’ is the right question. With you.”

“Why?” he looked up startled.

“He was quite hopeful that by this winter, you would be married.”

“And he has asked you to talk to me?” Mukundo sounded annoyed.

“I had visited Aporna Didi during my winter breaks.”

“Piyali!” Aporna, his errant ex-wife, was a distant cousin of Piyali. It was her father who had been instrumental in getting her married to Mukundo. Probably that was the reason he felt so guilty towards him and was desperate to see him settled again.

“She is a changed person, Mukundo Babu. She repents…”

“Piyali. This isn’t for you to discuss with me…”

“Why not, Mukundo Babu? Who else will talk to you? Do you let anybody do that? Aren’t you lonely? Don’t tell me you are not. If you were married and had a content life, would you still have time to entertain my whim and make this monthly trip to Mumbai?”

“Piyali!” He flung the book he was holding across the room. Piyali jerked back and for the first time in her life she felt scared in his presence. Not just scared, terrified.

He, too, was terrified of himself. He was so angry that he feared he would do something untoward. He made to leave the room. Piyali found the courage to move and leapt out of bed. “Mukundo Babu. Please wait.”

Hearing her pleading voice calmed him a bit. He stopped and looked back at her. “Is this what things have come to, Piyali? You are pitying me?”

“Oh my God! No, Mukundo Babu. Please let me explain.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to…”

“No. Please listen to me. Something terrible happened recently that I haven’t told you about.”

“What?” he frowned.

“A girl from my batch – she tried to commit suicide.”

“What? Why?”

“Don’t really know. But something must be bothering her. And she wasn’t able to talk to anyone. It was a scary experience, Mukundo Babu. Someone could be so lonely and desperate that she could think of nothing but taking her own life.”

“Are you okay?” Mukundo completely forgot about his anger and outburst and was now concerned only with her emotional well-being.

“I thought about how lucky I was. To have you in my life. As a friend, an anchor. We talked a lot, you know. After that incident. Many of us. About our fears and vulnerabilities, loneliness… And I realized how unique my situation is. How comfortable. And then I could not help thinking about you. What about you? Who did you have in your life? To anchor your life around? To share everything with? It isn’t fair that you should be lonely, Mukundo Babu.”

“Piyali,” he held her shoulders, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

“I shouted at you.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “You scared the hell out of me.”

“And I’m really sorry about it.”

“I promise I won’t bother you again.”

“Don’t worry about me. I have you in my life. I have an anchor, a purpose.”

“But you don’t share your problems with me, the way I do with you.”

“I do share. Whenever I feel that you can handle it. It is true that I am patronizing towards you. I have seen sixteen more years of life than you. So, sometimes I don’t find it fair that you should be exposed to some of its cruelties before time. But you are my friend. You will always be. And till you are happy, wherever you are, I will be very happy.”

She smiled. He suppressed an urge to pull her in his arms.

“Dinner?” he asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Ahwaan is not joining us?”

“No,” she pouted.

“Why?”

“He says he feels very self-conscious in your presence,” she chuckled.

But he looked somber. “Why?”

“Oh don’t bother, Mukundo Babu. I think he is just jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“You are what any boy would want to be.”

“Huh?”

“I am not explaining that,” she looked away as if she was scared of saying something inappropriate. Mukundo looked at her curiously, but did not probe her further.

—

Three and a half years flew by. Mukundo had come to meet her just before her winter break. He was taking a short-term position with a university in Europe. He would be gone until summers.

“I will see you now only after your graduation, Piyali.”

“You won’t be here for even my convocation?”

“Unfortunately my intended research work won’t allow me come back by then, Pihu. But come on. Be happy for me. I am really excited about this opportunity.”

“Of course. I was being selfish as usual. Congratulations, Mukundo Babu.”

“Thank you. I have to leave tomorrow night. I have taken a late-night flight. Why don’t you invite Ahwaan to join us for dinner?” He did join them once in a while, though not always.

“I will ask him. But…”

“What?”

“I won’t see you at all in the next semester?”

Mukundo laughed, “And aren’t you planning to go for higher studies after this Piyali? Even you can’t ask me to travel to US every month. Let’s get used to this.”

“Not every month, but every quarter?” she asked innocently and then grinned.

Mukundo raise his eyebrows feigning shock at her proposal.

—

She was already close to tears when he opened the door for her next evening and started sobbing as soon as she was inside the room. It took quite a bit of coaxing and repeated persuasion on his part to make her speak. Ahwaan had broken up with her.

“It won’t work out according to him. He wants to get a job, then do an MBA. I want to go for an MS – possibly a Ph. D.”

“Piyali. Calm down.”

“We were together for three years. And he was just so…”

“What?”

“Cruel. I was inviting him to join us for dinner and…”

Her sobs grew louder. He told her to stop thinking about it. “It’s not the end of life, Piyali.”

“You were right, Mukundo Babu, weren’t you? All boys are bad.”

“At this age. It doesn’t mean everyone else you meet will also be bad. And then I had said something else too. Remember? Your safety net. It won’t take you too long to heal.”

“I… I might have gone beyond the safety net, Mukundo Babu.”

“What do you mean?” he grew alarmed.

She gulped hard, but could not speak.

“Oh God! You… you aren’t pregnant or something…”

“What? No! Damn it… But I did… We did…” she took a deep breath, “Sleep together.”

He shouldn’t have felt relieved at that. But he had already thought of the worse. So, that’s precisely what his reaction was. “Thank God! It’s not a big deal… What am I saying… Look. Piyali. I am not asking you to take such things casually… But you are an adult. It’s not a sin or anything… You had me scared…”

He fell silent when he realize that she had thrown her arms around him and was hugging him tight. He hesitated for a moment, then drew his arm around her. He held her head with one hand and kept the other one on her back. He planted a kiss on her head and murmured. “It’s all right. Everything is all right.” She clung even more desperately to him.  He also tightened his arms in response. He felt her shallow, uneven breath on his chest and it ignited an uncontrollable fire in him. His fingers dug into her hair and her back. He caressed her roughly as she ran her hands over his sensitive spine. He pulled her head away fully intending to kiss her. But a look at her face brought him back to his senses. What on earth was he doing? It was Piyali. He couldn’t… He shouldn’t… No one will ever accept it. And he needed to let her fly, live her own life… Damn…

—

To be continued

“Promila Kaki has made payas? It’s so unfair, Baba, that I can’t have it,” Piyali cribbed on phone.

“What do I do, Pihu? Can’t really send someone with it, can I?”

“You could send it with Mukundo Babu.”

“Mukundo?” Mr. Banerjee laughed, “Why? Your Mukundo Babu has got your Harry Potter’s broom or what? How will he take it there? Teleport it?”

Piyali was surprised. His flight was in two hours. He’d already have left for airport. He hadn’t told her father that he was coming to meet her.

“I… I don’t know. He keeps telling me that he’d visit me. He might just be teasing me.”

“Don’t worry. You can have as much payas as you want when you come here for Poojo. How are the studies going?”

“They are going fine…” Piyali went through the rest of the conversations absent-mindedly. Nobody knew about Mukundo Babu’s visits to her? Why?

—

Mukundo had reached in time for dinner and they decided to go to a restaurant in the campus itself.

“We can walk, right?” Mukundo asked, “Then I will let go of the taxi.”

“Yes. Inside the campus you do not need the car.”

She threw a few curious glances at him as they walked beside each other. He grew conscious of that after a while. “What happened?”

She smiled sheepishly, “No. Nothing.”

“Silly girl,” he mumbled.

Her phone rang as soon as they sat down. “No. I can’t come… I am with Mukundo  Babu… Yes. He is visiting… I will call you later… I will finish the report…”

“Who was it?”

“Ahwaan.”

“Hmm… So, what is good here?” he glanced through the menu.

“Nothing really. Non-veg is horrible. Paneer is a safe choice.”

“All right. Why don’t you order?”

She did that and then they were free to talk.

“Mukundo Babu. Can I ask you something?”

“You are asking for my permission?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Mukundo Babu. Please! It’s… it’s different. And serious.”

“What happened?” he grew concerned.

“It’s like how you had said… But you should be able to answer it… How can one know if a boy is nice?”

“Huh?”

“As in… he is sincere and not just fooling around?”

Mukundo couldn’t help laughing a little.

“Mukundo Babu! Please!” she pleaded.

“Pihu Rani. At this age, by default, no boy is nice.”

She leaned away from him and looked disappointed, even embarrassed.

“So? Who is it? Good-with-chemistry boy?”

“Forget about it… Let’s call the waiter. Why hasn’t he brought our juices yet? Excuse me!”

Mukundo did not resume the conversation over dinner, but he stopped her when on their way back she made to take the way to her hostel.

“Piyali. Listen to me…” In the street light he could make out her begrudged face. But she stayed nevertheless. “Do you remember the circus we had gone to watch last year?”

She nodded, puzzled.

“And you remember the trapeze acts? How they soared and flied high.”

She nodded again.

“It, of course, took a lot of practice for them to do it right. But they could do it fearlessly, because there was a safety net beneath them. And as if to make the point, there is always a clown in such acts, who falls down.”

“Okay?”

“Life and its decisions are not going to be easy for you, Pihu Rani. They never are, for anyone. It will take a lot of hits and trials for you to get things right. You might occasionally fall. But don’t shy away from soaring high. Because I am there as your safety net. I will not let you fall to the ground and get hurt. Just don’t go to a place where my safety net can’t reach.”

She looked overwhelmed and subdued at the same time. “Mukundo Babu!” she whispered and could not say anything else.

Mukundo chuckled, ostensibly at her reaction, but mostly from embarrassment. He had been too emotional. “Silly girl. Don’t you already know that I am there for you?”

“I want you to meet him, Mukundo Babu.”

“I have met him.”

“I want you to meet him again. And again… whenever you come.”

“Fine. Whatever you want, if he doesn’t find my company boring. Invite him for lunch tomorrow.”

“Lunch would be too hurried. Both of us have labs in the afternoon. Dinner?”

“Sure. And let’s go out of the campus. To someplace which serves better food.”

“Yeah.”

“Good night, Piyali. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Mukundo Babu.”

‘Sleep well,’ Piyali repeated the words to herself as she walked towards her hostel. And for some reason, her mind went back to the ragging days. “I went to bed… with Mukundo Babu.” What would it be like to sleep beside him? Feel the warmth of his body… ‘You have become deprave, Piyali,’ she reproved herself, ‘Stop reading Mills and Boons.’

Mukundo slumped on the chair in his room back at the guest house. He buried his head in his hands and took a deep breath. But he could not stop a drop of tear that fell into his lap. He was trying to not get in her way, to not do something that will make her either uncomfortable with him, or leave her feeling smothered. He hoped that he didn’t end up making her unduly licentious. He would have been much clearer in his head if his own little heart was not creating troubles in between. What on earth was wrong with him?

“Oh Piyali! You will drive me mad.” Why had he agreed to these monthly visits? But he couldn’t have disagreed without saddening her. And he hated the very idea of her being sad. He’d bear a thousand times more pain that he was bearing right now just to ensure that she smiled.

—

“Tired?” he asked when she came to his room the next evening.

“Yes. Classes since eight-o-clock in the morning. Three hours in the lab – standing all the time. This place is made to kill people.”

Mukundo smiled.

“And there is a test tomorrow. I have to study as well,” she said dumping her bag on the table and falling back on the bed with a thump.

“If that’s the case, it is not the time to sleep. Get up and study. Do you want to cancel going out for dinner? It will waste several hours.”

“No. No. I will finish before that. Don’t worry about that.”

“Piyali…” he hesitated.

“What?”

“I was wondering… You know… Life here is hectic. So much to do. Studies. Extra-curricular stuff… Don’t my visits put even more pressure on your time…”

She sat up and he found her body stiffening. “If you don’t want to come, it has to be your decision. Don’t put that on my head.”

“Piyali. I was only trying to have an honest discussion. We don’t remain the same all our lives. Our perception of what is important to us, what we need, what we want – everything changes with time. And you are at a stage of your life, where you will experience so many new things and feel these changes come to you very, very quickly. You would be a completely different person by the time you graduate from here. And then again a completely different person a few years after that. You had probably never imagined that you could live happily, away from your Baba, from me, from Kolkata. But you are comfortable here, right? You have friends you like. You have a life – much different from anything you have had earlier. Am I right, or not?”

Her eyes were glued to the floor for most part of his monologue. She continued to stare down as she replied. “Everything you have said is right. Yes – it is exhilarating. This different life. This sudden feeling of independence and growing up. The need and ability to make my own decisions. You are right. Sometimes, when Baba gets too pedantic, I feel like telling him that I am not a little girl anymore. And that he doesn’t have any idea of what my life is like. But honestly, Mukundo Babu,” she looked up, “I still look forward to your visits more than anything else. Yes – I am already more mature and independent than I was. So, if you decide that your monthly visits are not worth the hassle, I will be able to live with it. I will not come crying to you like earlier. But since you wanted an honest discussion. I would really like you to continue visiting. I’d be disappointed and sad if you didn’t.”

She was devoted to him, wasn’t she? As devoted as he was to her, if not more. Mukundo could not help feeling overwhelmed and he did not try to hide how he felt.

“In that case, Pihu Rani,” he sat beside her and looked straight in her eyes, “Nothing can stop me from visiting.”

Her smile on hearing that reached right up to her eyes. That heart-warming smile!

—

To be continued

Now he had noticed for himself that she was a grown woman. Why did it make her feel so strange? As if there was something wrong with growing up? Had he sounded distant? Was that why she was feeling almost ashamed of having grown up?

But her anxiety washed away when Mukundo visited them in the evening. He was his usual self. Joking with her and pulling her legs. Also, giving her advice on how to manage her studies once she went to Mumbai.

He must have been busy in last few days, then. And growing up wasn’t a bad thing either.

—

Mukundo went to Mumbai sooner than planned. Mr. Banerjee caught flu just three days before Piyali was to leave. The responsibility of taking her to Mumbai automatically fell on Mukundo’s shoulders.

“Why are looking so somber, Piyali? Kaku would be fine in another couple of days. You needn’t worry about him,” Mukundo told her on the flight.

“Yeah. It’s not that really.”

“Then?”

“Just… Would you miss me, Mukundo Babu?”

“You have a doubt about that?”

“Well… You will get married… And then who has the time…”

“Where did that come from? Who is getting married?”

“Baba has been looking around. He said he had promised you Baba…”

“Rubbish. You don’t worry about all that.”

“I am not worrying really,” she smiled at him, “Wouldn’t it be great if you got married?”

“I’ve done that once,” he said bitterly, “And I’m done with it.”

“Why are you getting angry at me?”

“No,” he smiled, “I’m not angry with you. Remember this though. I can never stop missing you. And I have promised to come every month, haven’t I?”

She gave him that smile of hers which always warmed his heart.

—

“What is this?” It was Piyali’s first day in the campus. Mukundo was staying for four days to ensure that she was settled in. She was busy with induction activities the entire day and had come to meet him in the evening. Mukundo was surprised by her attire and could not suppress an amused chuckle. She was wearing a salwaar, kurta and dupatta, each from a different set. Her hair was oiled and tied in two ponytails. She looked ridiculous.

“Don’t act so innocent. As if you don’t know about ragging. Why hadn’t your warned me?”

“Warned you about what? That they will make you wear ridiculous dresses. I didn’t know what the trend was these days…”

“Not that!”

“Then?”

“Nothing.”

“Piyali. Is everything all right?”

“Yeah.”

“Listen. Some of my classmates are now professors here. I know them very well. If someone is troubling you too much, we can talk to…”

“No. No. Don’t do that. It will only alienate me.”

“That’s very wise of you. But at least tell me what is happening. Something is bothering you. And it’s not this ridiculous dress, right?”

“It’s just that… you should have warned me… I shouldn’t have told the seniors that you are my neighbor, and not a relative.”

“What happened?” he asked cautiously. He could almost guess now.

“Nothing happened. Just that… they are making me say things… And it’s not good.”

“I… I am sorry, Piyali. I really didn’t think… I thought only boys did such things…” If a boy came with her sister, or worst still, if his sister or some other female relative was already in the campus, senior students would make him ‘describe’ the girl in most obscene terms. Apparently his notion that girls didn’t do such things was either a misinformed or an antiquated one.

“Yeah? You think all girls are like convent nuns?”

“Would you be fine, Piyali? Do you want me to stay on until the ragging is over? You can stay away from the hostel…”

“I’m almost tempted to accept the offer. But I should learn to manage, shouldn’t I?”

He smiled fondly, “Yes. You are a strong girl.”

“But right now, I am going to wash my hair and change into something wearable. Then you will take me out for dinner.”

“You don’t want to eat with your new friends?”

“I have next four years to do that. I will only see you only once a month now. That is, if you keep your promise.”

She took out some clothes from her bag and slipped into his bathroom.

Mukundo’s smile disappeared as soon as she slipped out of his sight. What had they made her say? She had looked so vulnerable when he had as much as mentioned her being a grown woman. How would she have felt about it, when they made her say whatever it was? He didn’t want to imagine what it was.

Piyali on the other hand had said it. It had started with a prank that was familiar to her. They would do it even in school. They would have someone describe her daily routine. “I got up.” “I took a shower.” Then they would have her add the name of her favorite celebrity after each action. “I got up… with Shahrukh Khan.” “I took a shower… with Shahrukh Khan.” If they had made her say it with Shahid Kapoor, her celebrity crush, she would also have giggled with them. But they had made her say it “with Mukundo Babu.” Her hot neighbor, as those who had seen him described him. Hot? Of course, he was hot. Tall, broad shoulders, clean-shaven, criminally fair skin, those penetrating eyes, thick hair… By the time she had come to the end of her day — “I went to bed… with Mukundo Babu” – she had felt a chill run down her spine. She had found herself thinking about it. What would it be like? To sleep beside him? To feel the warmth of his body? The ragging was getting to her. She was going crazy.

—

Her father visited her the next month. So, Mukundo came back two months later. She was nervous about upcoming exams. “Chemistry? I can’t believe why we still have to study Chemistry! I am supposed to be doing a course in Computer Science, for God’s sake?”

“Calm down, Pihu Rani. You have attended all the classes, right? That should sail you through.”

“But it is a good thing you came, Mukundo Babu. At least the rooms in guest house have AC. I can study here comfortably. The rooms in the hostel are boiling.”

“Good then. You study. I will finish some work meanwhile.”

“Mukundo Babu!”

“Yes?”

“A friend of mine will also come in a bit. He is good with Chemistry. I enticed him to study with me by telling him about the AC,” she grinned.

Mukundo laughed. “You are growing wicked. But good for you.”

Mukundo did not know whether she was trying to hide it or not, but the romantic currents were obvious between her and her good-with-Chemistry friend – Ahwaan. Besides, from the way they were studying, it didn’t seem like he was particularly good with Chemistry. Piyali was explaining more to him that he was to her.

“We can get you an AC in your room, if the heat is bothering you,” he told her later.

“It’s not allowed. We can have coolers at most. There are people who rent it out for four years. I have already got one fitted.”

“Good.”

—

To be continued

“Mukundo Babu,” Piyali peeped into his study.

Mukundo drew a sharp breath. What had he been thinking? For how long could he have avoided her? He assumed a neutral expression and turned in his swivel chair to face the door.

“Piyali. What are you doing here?”

“It has been four days since you visited us. Why haven’t you been coming?”

He averted his eyes and fixed them on the notebook he was holding, “I have been busy.”

“Busy?” she repeated as if it was an unfamiliar word.

“Yes.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Work. I have work to do. I had to grade the papers,” he said and turned back, ostensibly to resume his work on the study-table.

But she stood rooted to her place and didn’t leave. So, Mukundo had to turn to her again. “What is it?” he asked.

“Why aren’t you telling me if you are angry with me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Something happened at the wedding, didn’t it? What was it?”

“Piyali!”

Silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, Piyali?” he went to her and held her. “Come here,” he said when she did not reply and continued crying. He took her to the bench placed along one of the walls in his study. He sat down next to her. “Even if you thought that I was angry with you, since when did you start crying about it, huh?” The only reactions he had known to his reprimands were insolence and defiance from her. This was a novelty!

“I’m nervous,” she wiped her tears and replied.

“Why?”

“I have to go away from home.”

“Arr…” She had worked hard for it and gotten admission in one of the top engineering institutes in the country, the same one that Mukundo had also attended. Mukundo would never forget how she was literally jumping with joy the day result of the entrance exam was declared. It was he who had felt nervous. A new world was awaiting her. World of opportunities and the world of responsibilities and culture shocks. A world away from the protective environment she had grown up in. A world where she would grow into adulthood. Would she be able to handle it all? Should he talk to her, advise her? But everyone went through it. Most people coped. She was intelligent enough to be able to cope with it. He wouldn’t destroy the elation she was experiencing in the meanwhile. But now she herself was nervous.

“Why is my lioness nervous? It’s a dream come true, isn’t it, Pihu Rani?” he called her by her pet name in such moments of affection.

“But nobody would be there with me.”

“Silly girl. We all are just a phone call away.”

“Will you come to meet me? At least once a month?”

“Once a month?” his eyes widened. She wanted him to make a trip between Kolkata and Mumbai? Once a month? At least? He had a class to teach at ISI Kolkata. At least one every semester. Exams, grading and his own research. And then keeping an eye on family business and property.

“I am being stupid. Don’t bother…” she mumbled.

“I will come, if that’s what you want. But trust me, Pihu Rani, once you get busy with your studies and new friends and the hectic life, you wouldn’t have time for me.”

“That is impossible.”

He laughed softly, “We’ll see. But are you feeling better now?”

“You are not angry at me?”

“No.”

She gave a weak smile.

“You were so worried only because you thought I was angry?”

“Mukundo Babu. You know Protima Di, right?”

“Yeah.” She was talking about another girl from their neighbourhood. She was two years senior to Piyali was studying medicine in Delhi.

“She keeps calling her Ma, whenever she has any problems. Who would I call, if I am in any trouble? Baba loves me, but Baba is Baba. I can’t…” Piyali had lost her mother at birth.

“Piyali!”

“If you wouldn’t talk to me, who would I call, Mukundo Babu?”

“Pihu Rani. Do you really think I can dare not take your call? Am I not scared of my lioness? What has gotten into your head, you silly girl? Stop being so worried and nervous. Enjoy your holidays. Once you go to Mumbai and your semester starts, you won’t even have enough time to have a full night’s sleep. Understood?”

Her smile was more convincing this time and he smiled back at her. Then he ran his hand over her head once and said, “Get going now. I really have to finish some work. I will come to meet you and Kaku in the evening. Okay?”

She nodded and got up to leave.

“Piyali!” he called her when she reached the doorsteps. “Come here, once.”

She looked puzzled, but walked back without questioning. He held her hands and spoke slowly, “I… There is something… I wanted to tell you…”

“What?” Piyali was surprised to see him hesitating.

“It’s… Well… It’s an advice… and I know you don’t like them much. But… you are going to be on your own after this and…”

“Tell me, Mukundo Babu.”

He took a deep breath before continuing, “Piyali. This is the beginning of your adult life. And an independent one too. You are a grown, young woman now, Piyali. And a beautiful one on that. There will be boys and you will get a lot of attention…” He noticed her face coloring. “I’m making you uncomfortable,” he let go of her hands, “I’m sorry. You are an intelligent girl. You will know what to do.”

She nodded silently.

“Go now,” he said and sat back in his chair. It was more like a slump.

—

Piyali’s eyes were glued to the street as she walked back home on the familiar path. Mukundo Babu had been late in noticing that she was a grown, young woman now. At seventeen she had been getting quite a lot of attention for quite some time. Something that excited and terrified her at the same time.  She would have liked to talk to someone about it. But who could she talk to? With friends, it was always about pulling each other’s legs. She could never get around to talking about things that really bothered her. She didn’t have a mother or a sister to go to. Everything else, she would discuss with Mukundo Babu. About school, friends, teachers, competitions she won or lost, the cold-feet she always got before exams, the books she read and everything under the sun. But she hadn’t told him about her last fight with Sonali. How could she have told him what the fight was about? That her best friend thought she had ‘stolen’ away the boy she had a crush on? She hadn’t told him about the Mills & Boon romances she had devoured in last few years either.

—

To be continued

“I will also have coffee,” Sumedha declared excitedly. Mukundo and Piyali had spoken to Debangi. After initial shock and hesitation, she had been on cloud nine. She had sent them out while she prepared an elaborate dinner for them. She refused to let even Piyali help. “He would want to see Darjeeling, right? You take him around. And the child too. The hostels are so suffocating and restrictive.” So, they were spending the afternoon in the city and had walked into a coffee shop.

“Since when did you start drinking coffee?” Mukundo frowned.

“Since you sent me to the hostel and made me eat this horrible mess food,” she replied with mock insolence and pouted.

He looked at his daughter with a mixture of regret and fondness. She was sitting across him, next to Piyali. Piyali patted her head and said, “Don’t worry. No more mess food for you now. You will make me her official guardian, won’t you, Mukundo Babu? She will live with me and be a day scholar.”

“But… Won’t we all just go back to Kolkata?”

“Not until she finishes +2. This isn’t the time to change schools. We will practise together in the morning, right Sumedha? You can also shift here and join us, if you want to,” she gave him a challenging look.

“All right,” he threw up his hands, “I am at the mercy of you two. Whatever you decide.”

The waiter came and he ordered cappuccinos for all of them.

“And French Fries,” Sumedha added and Mukundo nodded.

Sumedha choked on the first sip of coffee.

“What happened?” Piyali asked, alarmed.

“This is so… bitter.”

“Strong,” Piyali and Mukundo said in chorus and then broke into laughter when they looked at each other.

“What happened?” Sumedha was puzzled.

“Nothing. Let’s get you some extra milk,” Piyali replied and called the waiter, barely able to suppress her grin.

“Yeah. The coffee in the canteen is much milkier.”

Piyali and Mukundo looked at each other again, amused at old recollections.

The bill was to be paid at the counter. Mukundo asked them to wait while he made the payment.

“It was some private joke, wasn’t it, Miss?” Sumedha asked Piyali, when they were alone.

“What?”

“Strong coffee?”

Piyali smiled nervously.

“It’s so good to see him like this,” Sumedha continued, “I had given up all hope. You have no idea how much I have missed him. And practising with him.”

Piyali’s eyes grew moist. “I know, Sumedha. I know exactly how you felt.” She held her hands, “I had lost my father when I was your age. Be happy. You have your father back.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “Thanks to you, Miss.”

She caressed her cheek and said, “You can call me, Piyali.”

“Or…” she hesitated, “I know you are not that old, but may be… Ma?”

Piyali was too surprised to react for a moment. Then an overwhelming feeling engulfed her. She pulled Sumedha towards her and pressed her to her bosom. She had reconciled herself to the idea of not experiencing motherhood long back. But here was her chance. She kissed her head.

When she let her go, she realized that Mukundo was standing behind them and had heard them. He bent down and planted a kiss on each of their heads. “I know I have been weak, and inadequate, all these years. I have hurt you both a lot. But I promise that I will make up for it. Your happiness is the only thing I will live and die for from now on.”

“That’s enough, Mukundo Babu,” Piyali looked up at him with her moist, but smiling eyes, “The last thing I want anyone to live with in my family is guilt. Promise me, you won’t think about the past.”

“I promise.” All three of them smiled joyfully.

– The End –

Piyali was done with her classes. She led Mukundo to her favourite hideout – the spinney.

“Why did it fall apart, Mukundo Babu?” she asked on their way, “Did your wife find out… about us?”

“Probably.”

“Probably?”

“Even if she did, it wasn’t her problem.”

“Huh?”

“Because according to her promiscuity was a given with the artists. ‘I don’t care who you sleep with,’ she had said.”

Piyali looked uncertain on how to react to that.

“Do you also think so?” he asked, “That because I am an artist, I go around sleeping with women.”

“No,” she said, “The way you beat yourself up over one, I can’t imagine you would survive sleeping with many women.”

He smiled sadly. “Apparently she had grown up seeing her father’s rather colourful love life. She doesn’t see him with the same lens as I do. Had I been blind with my respect for my guru?”

“That’s possible, right? She was his daughter. She would know more.”

“Hmm…”

“And probably Pandit ji knew that you weren’t like him. And that’s why he had wanted his daughter to be married to you – to a good man. Carrying the legacy was just… an alibi?”

“Hmm… Why couldn’t you learn from Pandit ji, Piyali? What was the problem?”

She gulped, “I… I don’t know.”

“Was it the money? Because he won’t take a student for lower or no fee?”

“Why are you asking that?”

“I just want to know.”

“I don’t know for sure. But that might be the case. When Gayatri Ma had mentioned me going to you, I was hesitant. I told her, I couldn’t afford the fees. She had said that you weren’t like Pandit ji in that regard.”

Mukundo sighed, “He hadn’t started with a silver spoon in his mouth. He can’t be blamed, can he?”

“Not at all. I don’t blame him. If my Baba was half as practical as him, our lives would have been different. I would have performed much earlier. With you…”

“Why didn’t you perform?”

“Don’t judge her for this, Mukundo Babu, but Ma hated the idea. The penury Baba had left us in, she couldn’t trust music to be the source of our livelihoods any more. ‘Even if the money comes,’ she would say, ‘It lasts as long as the fame does. And that can disappear any time.’”

“Can’t blame her. She is right.”

“Yes.”

“But she doesn’t mind now?”

“This job has helped, Mukundo Babu. It has turned things around. She feels much more secure now. Even if I had earned ten-times as much by performing, she wouldn’t have been at peace.”

They stayed silent for a while and then she picked up the original thread again. “It couldn’t have been your decision to end the marriage. What was her problem then, if not me? Your wife’s?”

“That I had stopped performing and was becoming a nobody.”

“Really?”

“Not exactly her words. But that’s what it had come down to ultimately.”

“And she left Sumedha behind?”

He nodded and they grew silent again.

He looked around when they reached the spinney and asked with a smile, “So, this is your favourite place in all of Darjeeling?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you do here?”

“I come here. And think about things, people, who are supposedly not a part of my life any longer.”

“I see. Like?”

“Like I thought about you. Training your students. Enchanting your audience with your performances. Preparing your daughter to carry forward your legacy.”

Mukundo averted his eyes. He had failed her.

“I was so angry at you, Mukundo Babu, when I saw Sumedha here and spoke to her. There was one thing I didn’t want to be responsible for. Taking her father away from her. And you made me guilty of that. I am sorry that your marriage broke down, but did you stop being a father? How could you send her away?”

“I failed you, I failed her, Piyali. But it wasn’t your doing. Why should you feel guilty?”

“You think that is satisfactory enough? Why had you stopped performing?”

“Piyali!”

“Last time it was one week that you didn’t talk to me and put me through hell. This time it has been five years that you didn’t talk to me and put everyone through hell. Why, Mukundo Babu?”

He took a few moments to start answering that, “I also thought about you, Piyali. A lot. I also imagined what your life was like. And I imagined you… Falling in love… With someone your age, suitable for you, who made you laugh, who made you happy, who didn’t rudely turn you away for being late by two minutes, someone whom your family approved. I imagined you as a bride, turning over a new leaf. I couldn’t imagine gate crashing this beautiful party and spoiling it all.”

Piyali got tears in her eyes. “Shut up,” was all she managed to say through her choked throat.

“When you turned up at the guest house yesterday, at my door, I forgot everything and hugged you. And then I felt like an idiot. How presumptuous I was being, after imagining all that through years! What if you were married? Or had someone in your life? Why was I behaving like we were professed lovers and you were waiting for me…”

She frowned at him and turned away muttering, “I hate you.”

“You should,” he came around so that they were face to face again, “Why aren’t you married yet? Engaged?”

“No. I am not,” she cried and showed him both her hands in irritation. There were no rings on any of the fingers, “What’s wrong with you? What do you want to hear?”

“I want to know. Why not? Surely your family would want you to…”

“Among other things, if you need a rational answer, it is this. I can’t get pregnant.”

“What?”

“Something, somewhere is weak and it can’t be cured,” she shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. Mukundo recalled the time when he had dropped her home and she had tried to look as nonchalant – about her poverty!

“Fine. But it doesn’t have to be the end of the deal, Piyali.”

“It is the end of the deal as far as arranged marriages are concerned. And I am not exactly going to fall in love… Again!”

“So, you won’t get married.”

“No,” she replied sounding annoyed.

“What will you do then? Become the mistress of a promiscuous artist?”

She didn’t see him smiling and reacted angrily, “I am not going to be anyone’s mistress.” Then she looked up and realized that he was teasing her. She bit her lips and started looking down.

He held her shoulder, “Piyali. I…”

She stepped back. “Don’t. Sumedha wants her mother back. She will never accept me.”

“But she wants me to propose to you.”

She looked up to find him smiling, while his eyes were moist. “You are not serious!” She was incredulous.

“She asked me if I loved you.”

She stared at him agape.

“Yes. That was my reaction too,” he chuckled slightly, “But she is old enough to understand.”

“What did she say?”

“She said that she had been stupid to expect her mother to be back. And that what she really wanted was… a family… A complete family. And she was all praises for you. More than I could ever have been. She loves you, Piyali. You have been so supportive to her. You have won her heart.”

Piyali’s eyes grew moist.

He smiled in amusement as he continued, “And she assured me that the gossip engine in the campus is strong enough for the students to know everything scandalous about the teachers. So, she was sure that you weren’t engaged, nor had a boyfriend.”

That made Piyali laugh. “This has to be the weirdest match-making possible.”

“You can’t imagine how weird it was for me. But I am not complaining. I have to be sure though. Will you marry me, Piyali Banerjee?”

“Yes,” she was laughing and crying at the same time.

“Will your mother agree?”

“She will have her issues. That’s her right. But if she came around for music, you are very eligible groom, Mukundo Babu. And anyway, when she knows…” She suddenly grew silent and thoughtful. She knew that once her mother gets to know about her problem, she would agree to any groom she could find, but…

“What happened?” Mukundo asked, worried.

“It… It was so stupid of me… That inability to get pregnant was not a joke, Mukundo Babu. Why did I assume it won’t matter to you…”

“I am curious. You had already known it when we had… That’s how you were sure that you won’t get pregnant.”

She nodded and recalled how emotionally he had reacted to the idea of their having a child. Her heart sank at the thought of his disappointment.

“That’s convenient, then, isn’t it?” he joked, “We don’t have to think about if, when, how many…”

“Mukundo Babu!”

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be crass. If you want a child, we will have one. Adoption, test-tube baby, surrogate whatever you want. But this isn’t the moment to be spoiled by thinking about all that, Piyali. I want you before anything else in life. Once I have you, I won’t need anything else in my life. Not even a child. I am not stuck up on carrying the legacy. It has wasted too much of my life.”

She leaned on him, hiding her face in his chest and he encircled her in his arms. He could already imagine the three of them practising together – him, Piyali and Sumedha. At five in the morning. Like old days. He smiled with satisfaction and closed his eyes.

– The End –