Pratap was brushing Chetak when Patta bowed
to someone behind him making him turn.
“How are you Baisa Hukum?” Patta asked as
she eyed Pratap and smiled at Patta “How nice of you to ask Patta, I am fine.”
She gave him an eye roll and sat down on the haystack.
“I will go get his fodder.” Pratap declared
at no one in particular as Patta stood waiting for him to leave.
“Hukum!I think Bhaiya has someone.” Patta
giggled.
“Huh?” Ajabdeh frowned “Someone?”
“Yes, like you city people say. Girlfriend.” Patta nodded matter of factly making Ajabde raise her eyebrows, as her
heart made a funny leap.
“Is it so?” She wished the boy hasn’t
noticed the colour fade a little from her face.
“Yes. I saw them yesterday at the fair.”
Patta couldn’t understand why Ajabdeh chuckled amused and said “That is
interesting, but don’t tell anyone.”
“No, I didn’t. I told you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, Hukum. I won’t tell anyone what I
saw.”
“What did you see?” Pratap put down the
fodder in front of Chetak and asked Patta who looked pale.
“You apparently have a girlfriend.” Ajabdeh
smiled amused “He saw you two at the fair!”
“WHAT?” Pratap’s eyes were fixed on her amused
face as she asked Patta “Was she pretty Patta?”
“I think so.” He nodded. Pratap opened his
mouth to protest when Ajabdeh said “Oh that is so nice!”
“But I don’t have a girlfriend.” He
frowned.
“Then who was it with you?” Patta asked, “What’s her name?”
“Yes, Pratap tell us!” Ajabdeh smiled amused
“Then who was she.” He stared at her briefly and shook his head “I swear, if
this reaches Badima I will kill you Patta.”
“Oh he promised not to tell anyone, haven’t
you Patta?” Ajabdeh’s words made him nod as Pratap shook his head. Patta went
to put the brush away as Pratap walked up to Ajabdeh making her stand in front
of him, arms crossed.
“It is not funny. Some things are not funny
okay? Even if you don’t value them you should respect the idea of others. You have
no idea if such things are talked of....” His words were rude and it made her
fume.
“Excuse me? Who told you I don’t value and
respect things, Pratap? Just because I made a light-hearted joke out of the kid’s
observation...”
“I did not find it funny!” He cut in.
“That is your problem then, how dare you
say I don’t value...”
“Rajkumarisa.” Patta interrupted them “You
are going for your first ride?”
“No she is weak and...” Pratap’s words were
cut short by her “Yes I am.”
“But...” Pratap stared at her as she patted
Chetak “Are you ready Chetak, are you?” She hugged him making Pratap clench his
jaws at her stubbornness.
“Why don’t you ride him and let me watch
first?” Ajabdeh suggested, “Before I take him?” A little taken aback, Pratap
agreed to it and took Chetak to the ground. Ajabdeh leaned against the wooden
fence watching Chetak gallop as Pratap instructed him. At the moment, Ajabdeh
could not take her eyes off them, like she was watching them for the first
time.
“He is good, isn’t he Baisa Hukum?” Patta
smiled behind her.
“He is.” She murmured.
She smiled at the scene in front of her
eyes. And at the moment, Ajabdeh reminiscences the way Pratap thought of others
before himself, never complained about his loneliness unlike her and stood
there firmly beside her whenever she needed him. She had never come across such
a person in her life or remotely imagined that coming back to Surajgarh would
make her meet someone this way.
Pratap got down, carefully avoiding the
fact that the princess was staring without blinking, and tied a rope to his
reign. He walked towards the princess who walked towards them, ready to ride.
“I will control the rope, in case you do
wrong.” He instructed as Ajabdeh held his shoulder for support and got up on
the horse. Patta sat down on the haystack in a distance, watching them,
whistling unmindfully.
“Hold the reign firmly, this one to tell
him to move a little to his right, this one to the left, one pull to accelerate
and two to start and stop.” Ajabdeh breathed in heavily and patted Chetak
eagerly “Come on.”
Pratap held the rope and watched Chetak pick
up the pace, as Ajabdeh smiled feeling the air in her ears, she held the reign
perfectly and stared at Pratap who nodded at her. After almost half an hour,
Pratap held the reign and said “It is enough for today. He should rest now, and
you too.” Ajabdeh stared at him and reluctantly got down from the horse.
“He
chose me, didn’t he?” She asked in anticipation.
“I guess he did.” Pratap smiled at Chetak
and back at her.
“It is so strange.” She inferred sitting
down on a haystack while he gave Chetak a pail of water to drink. Pratap
frowned at her words.
“What?” He asked without looking at her
speak.
“I have these drawings... “She almost
smiled staring at him and Chetak “I have these drawings of a horse in a
childhood drawing book of mine and now I am beginning to think... it was
Chetak.” Pratap stopped patting the horse and stared at her. He then came up to
sit beside her and stare at her looking at Chetak, perhaps in admiration.
“How are you so unsure?” he frowned “I mean
if you drew him, that means you remembered him right?”
“I fell down a staircase and lost immediate
memory before I left. I woke up in the hospital in Udaipur from where Nanosa
took me to his home.” She shrugged “Nanosa said I won’t get those memories back
and it wasn’t important, as nothing significant happens when you are three.”
She frowned. “I believed him.”
“You don’t know?” He asked narrowing his
eyes at her as she stared right at him and sighed “I don’t know.”
“What makes you feel he was lying?” He
asked again. Ajabdeh shrugged.
“I had a horse of my own, who was injured
and no one knows how. I have these drawings of the same horse and...” She
stopped as he frowned.
“And?” She looked at him looking all
confused at her as she said almost in a murmur that “I am beginning to
feel...” She looked away.
“Feel...?” He asked with a frown.
“Excuse me, Pratap, I have to leave.”
Ajabdeh looked away as she stood up “I will see you tomorrow.”
“Are you okay?” He frowned at her pale face
worried. She looked up at his worried tone with a faint nod and left.
Bolting her room, Ajabdeh opened her
drawers and took out her drawing book.
Tracing the figure of the boy beside the
horse she sat down on the carpet and shuddered. She knew not why she held the
drawings close to her chest and let her tears flow. She did not know if she had
ever felt this way in her life, the sorted-out Ajabdeh Punwar always had things
her way, she controlled her heart and mind like she wished to, until now. Feeling
an emptiness in her chest, Ajabdeh wept to lie down on the carpet. What would
she do, take a step ahead, or move away forever?
“Is it really you, or do I wish it was you?”
She whispered as a tiny droplet of tear fell on the drawing of the boy, and
blurred it a little.
