The Reminder Called Rain

She was sitting on the balcony of their lavishly well-organised flat on the 30th Floor of a complex at the heart of the city. She had a book in one hand and hot coffee on the table. The Glass separating her from the fresh air outside was crystal clear. After a hard day of what she does daily, she finally had some me time. As she turned the page, she was startled by the loud noise of thunder. Looking up, she saw the sky dark with monsoon clouds... It started to rain... the Crystal clear glass was now blurred with droplets. She put down her book.

Fourteen years ago, it was raining like this that day. She was looking out of the classroom window, hoping it would stop soon. She had left her umbrella at home. She had no mobile phone to call her mom. The final bell rang, and she took shelter under the sheds of the school premises. Looking up, she was checking the dark clouds. No sign of stopping, the rain poured, blurring sight at a distance. The streets and school grounds were waterlogged.
" What happened? You won't go home?"
Startled, she turned back. It was her classmate. He was looking for an answer.
" I don't have my umbrella with me, nor do I have my phone, so I am waiting for the rain to stop."
" I have an Umbrella, we can share if you like, I will drop you home."
" No. No. You go along, you will be late."
" It's no issue, it's on the way... Come on."
A bit hesitant, she agreed. She had known this guy for two months, and maybe he was just saying it as a courtesy...
" So, what are your hobbies?" He tried to break the awkward silence.
" Reading... Books on mythology and love stories... and..." He clearly had no idea about books.
" I like cricket too..."
" Really? Who is your favourite currently?"
" Mahi..."
" Captain Cool... I like him too..."
She did not remember the rest of the conversation. They threw puddle water at each other, took away the umbrella to get wet and laughed heartily. It was as though they were friends forever. He was boasting about his cooking skills...
" I can make fabulous cheese omelettes and cheese sandwiches..."
" Really? I can't cook."
" Will bring some one day, you will see my cooking skills!"
He turned away from her doorstep, and she thanked him. They were both dripping wet. She was welcomed home by her mother's scoldings. He had texted that day that he enjoyed it a lot, and she did too...

The noise of the door interrupted her thoughts as Three-year-old Misha walked in.
" Why are you smiling, Mamma?"
" Hey, baby sees the rain, it's so beautiful, right?"
" But it rains like this only, every time." The kid was clueless. After a hug, she ran off.
She looked outside. How many years had passed? Since those moments? Those carefree dances in the rain? Responsibilities and Marriage came in the way of love. He said those moments were their childishness and immaturity. She got up. Sliding open the glass door, she walked out to the open portion of the balcony. She stood there dripping wet.

Meanwhile, Misha came back, dragging her father out of the Living room and into her parents' bedroom.
"Pappa! Pappa! Look, Mamma is going to...."
The father-daughter duo looked stunned at her. She smiled and invited her daughter to join. Letting go of her father's hand, she joined her mother in the happy moment. He looked at them and smiled. After a bath, Misha fell asleep. Tugging her sleeping daughter to bed, she hugged her. He came in to kiss his daughter goodnight. They shared a silent smile. She started writing her diary, filling up today's page with her thoughts like she did every day. He was busy working through his files and laptop, even when she fell asleep, hugging her daughter.

The next morning, she woke at seven am, late by an hour. She jumped up after a glimpse at the clock. Thank god it's Sunday. Misha came in with her grandmom shouting, " Surprise, mamma surprise!"
"What surprises Misha?" She looked confused.
Her mom-in-law interrupted. " Come, Misha, let's go read the Ramayana, we have to know what Surpanakha did?"
" Yes, yes!" She ran out like a gush of wind...

He entered with a plate in one hand and a card in the other. A Card? He never liked giving...
" Sorry, I forgot our anniversary last month"
That made her laugh. It was a month ago, and she had not talked for two days, much to Misha's enjoyment, who went around saying "Pappa forgot anuversareee" She did not even know what it meant.
" It was last month... Wasn't that fight over with that Ice cream?"
" I know... look, I made a Cheese omelette for you!"
" How did you.... oh god! Stop reading my diary, will you?"

Her anger was just a show... He grinned a sinful grin, and he ate most of the omelette, praising himself. She looked at the Card. It was handmade and had the hand impression of two little hands in blue and red. Misha had written her name beside her dad's. It was their 6th anniversary. All that was written was " Happy Anniversary" He was never too good with words and expressions... She smiled.

She looked at Misha and him playing with his tablet and fighting over it like two little kids. She knew nothing had changed; they just did not show like before. The rain came as a reminder of all that was, their childhood and friendship and innocence, and she thanked the rain gods for giving her these moments of joy!

Purnota: Chapter Eleven

Bondita opened her window to find Thamma and Jyatha Moshai missing from the lawn. The chairs were empty. Was she sleeping till late? She checked the clock and shook her head. Taking the towel, she hurried towards the bathroom, countering Kalindi on the way. She was reading the newspaper with her rimless reading glasses on. “Umm… why are you here? Where is Jyatha Moshai?” Kalindi raised her eyes briefly and sighed without putting the paper away. Her lack of response puzzled Bondita as she made her way to take a bath. When she came out in a pair of jeans and a shirt, rolling her sleeves up, Kalindi observed her keenly. “Will you be going somewhere?” She enquired. Bondita nodded. “Ah, yes, the District Office, some of my paperwork for the Bar Membership needs to be signed by a Gazetted Officer. Jyatha Moshai knows someone…” “Don’t go by their house… he is in a bad mood.” Kalindi placed some Chirer Polao in front of her and spoke as Bondita rubbed her wet hair with a frown. “Why?” “Oh...

Purnota: Chapter Thirteen

Aniruddha eyed Trilochon, sitting at the desk in his room, attending to some paperwork. His reading glasses were on his nose, and he appeared engrossed in a financial document. He stood at the threshold, a bit unsure and glanced over his shoulder at Somnath, Batuk and Bondita. She gestured at him to go on. Aniruddha cleared his throat. That prompted Trilochon to look away from his document at his nephew. “Jethu, if you are busy, I can come back…” He suggested unsurely. “Come in and close the door.” Trilochon glanced over Aniruddha’s shoulder at the others who walked away hurriedly. Aniruddha closed the door, and Bondita tiptoed to place her ears on it. Batuk and Somnath stood at a distance. “So you met her?” Trilochon spoke while cleaning his glasses. Aniruddha nodded. Somnath had introduced them to Ashalata. Bondita, Batuk, and he had met them in a Dhaba off the highway. Although Bondita did most of the talking, initiating a friendly gesture to put the nervous Ashalata at ease, he had...

Purnota: Chapter Twelve

Bondita woke up to the alarm clock ringing as she struggled to get her hand out of the quilt wrapped around her. She sat inside the mosquito net, rubbing her eyes and staring at the clock, trying to remember why she had set the alarm at 3.45 AM. Then her eyes shone in delight. It was Mahalaya. She remembered that during her days in Dehra, she had educated her roommate on the tradition of starting pujo with the voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra echoing through the air. She was uninterested, and Bondita had borrowed her headphones to hear the program and deeply missed home. She remembered that as a child, while her father was still alive, he would gently wake her up, and take her on his lap to the huge Banyan tree near the Panchayat where people gathered near the Pradhan’s radio, putting flower garlands and lamps around it and folding their hands as they heard Mahishashur Mardini killing the Asura. When she arrived in Kolkata to get her law degree, she thought things would be different. B...

You Deserve More

Ajabdeh woke up with the song of birds as she felt something warm on her hand. Her eyes went wide. Her hand was on the pillow in between them, between his hands, clasped as he slept. She thought of removing it slowly, but he was holding on to it so tightly. Ajabdeh's heart beat faster and faster. What do I do now? How do I not wake him? What if... why is my hand in his? She was utterly confused. " Am I...In love?" Pratap was staring at the sleeping figure on the bed as he stared back at the rain. Then he frowned as he noticed that she shivered. He closed the windows of the room to make it cosy, then sat on his side of the bed. A lamp flickered on her side like always, and he stared at her sleeping figure as he put his blanket over her as well. She shifted a little in her sleep to make herself cosy again. Her payals and bangles made a rhythmic sound, breaking the silence of the room. Her hand was out of her blanket and on the pillow in between. He tried to slowly put it ...

Purnota: Chapter Ten

The rain clouds gave way to the scorching sun the following day as Bondita woke up as the first rays of the sun hit her face and disturbed her sleep. She cursed herself for keeping the window open and sat inside the mosquito net with a sleepy yawn. She eyed the alarm clock on her desk that said 6.30. Bondita scratched her head and pulled the mosquito net up to search for her slippers. She heard the bell ringing from Thamma’s room and the chanting of mantras. A smile came involuntarily to her lips as she realised that she might have come after ages, but everything in Chandannagar seemed to have been at a standstill. She grabbed the Kurti from the chair to change from the top she was wearing and wondered what she could do for the day. For the first time in a long time, she was free from the routine of boarding houses. Her eyes fell on the mess around her room since she had not unpacked the day before. Bondita decided to spend the morning unpacking her belongings. She opened the door of h...

Dreams and Wishes

At dawn, the Bhil women took the girls to the Kalika Mata Temple and the Jal Kund. Dressed in white, a nervous Heer followed everything Ajabde knew and did, trying to explain the significance of the rituals to her. They prayed to Lord Ganesh. Kunwar Shakti and Kunwar Pratap were staying at Punja Ji's place, as they were not supposed to see the brides before the wedding. Ajabde was dressed in her mother's lehenga, a mang tika Jaivanta Bai gave her as a family heirloom and the simple nosering Pratap had gifted. They made their hair into a simple bun with wildflowers before putting on their dupatta. Heer was dressed in traditional Bhil jewellery of silver and beads that the women had gifted her. They made her wear a red and white saree draped as a lehenga and a red chunri with it. She looked like a pretty, colourful Bhil bride. Kunwar Shakti was a nervous groom dressed in a traditional bhil dhoti, kurta and cap. The bhil shawl hung from a side, making the white attire colourf...

Purnota: Chapter Sixteen

It had been a month since Bondita had started working in the firm. With Somnath’s wedding date being set for winter, many things were keeping Trilochon and Kalindi busy as they took charge of the smooth running of things leading up to the wedding. They needed to shop for everyone, buy gifts and choose jewellery and sarees for the bride. Despite his attempts, Trilochon found Binoy reluctant to participate in his son’s wedding arrangements. Somnath took him and Kalindi to places they wanted to go, especially Kolkata for shopping, and Trilochon made arrangements to make sure that the first wedding of the generation was grand enough. Bondita tried to help as much as she could as she noticed Aniruddha being oddly aloof from the entire thing. She assumed it was due to Trilochon’s reactions to his lack of interest in marriage. Trilochon kept pestering her to enquire into his reasons while she kept stalling him with excuses. Bondita also failed to know more about Kalindi and Trilochon’s past, ...

Towards You

The Afghans, after Sher Shah Suri's untimely demise, were at loggerheads for power. Their troops near Mewar were now led by Mehmood Shah. They secretly captured territories in the forests and waited to attack Mewari camps when the time was right. Rawat Chundawat and his spies had confirmed the news, and Udai Singh sent a warning to Mehmood Shah to withdraw his troops from Mewar in vain. Now that it was out in the open, it was time they declared war. Mehmood Shah had limited resources in Mewar. His internal rebellion against his commander did not help his cause. His spies clearly suggested that in no way could he win, especially with Kunwar Pratap leading his troops. He was having second thoughts about the war. It was then that one of his aides suggested a perfect plan. Maharani Jaivanta Bai had decided to go to the Mahakaleshwar Temple near the outskirts of Chittorgarh, in the forestlands of Bhilwara. They had travelled a long way and across the Gambhiri river that meandered during...

Confrontation

Maine kahan tha saath rahunga Banunga main tera saaya Par tere saath kuch kadam bhi Main nahi chal paya Bondita got out of bed and left the room before Aniruddha woke up. She went about her chores and decided to ignore his presence until she found herself a logical explanation for her impulsive behaviour, good enough for him to forgive her mistake. She made breakfast and told the cook to note down who preferred what for when she would leave. She waited in the kitchen long enough for the breakfast to be served by the house help and eaten. His routine was fixed. He would go to the study room and leave for work in half an hour. Then, she wouldn’t have to put up with this hide-and-seek till late afternoon or evening. But things rarely go as planned in life. “Bondita? Bouma!” Trilochan’s call made her shake her head. She pulled the ghomta above her head and walked out to the dining area. Eyes met briefly as she looked away and spoke to Trilochan as if dismissing his presence altogether....

Purnota: Chapter Fifteen

A week was all it took for Bondita to get used to work and the new routine. She would wake up early and hurry through her chores, helping Kalindi prepare a tiffin of either Chirer Polao or bread jam and then proceeding to the Roy Chowdhury house. She would arrange the day’s paperwork before Aniruddha arrived at the study room. Occasionally, she would hear him call out to Koeli for breakfast and pack her things, knowing he was almost ready to leave. He would walk into the chamber, check his list, and they would go to work. She would follow him from courtroom to courtroom. She would be sitting in the audience and learning. She would follow him to conferences and client meetings and take notes. They would discuss complicated cases. She would share the tiffin she brought from home. He would at first take a reluctant bite, then eat more than her. She often gave him her share of food discreetly. They usually stayed back after everyone was gone and ordered food for dinner. Some days, he woul...

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