Tark- His Penned Chronicles

Ch39: FIRSE?

Anirudh's pov
I stayed awake that night, pretending to be asleep just to keep a check on Bondita.

Yes, Batuk was right. She woke up from her sleep, sweating and being afraid. She was breathing heavily as if some kind of memory was traumatizing her. She stayed awake the whole night, singing, dancing, drawing, reading and once the daylight peeped inside the room she fell asleep.

Once she slept, I patted her head. Tum itne saalon tak is dard se guzar rahi thi aur mein kuch nehi kar paya. Today we are supposed to leave for Tulsipur this evening. Once she went to attend the last class, I went to the doctor without informing her.

I told him every and the cure he suggested was, "bachpan mein huya koi hadsaa hain?".

"Haa, ek nehi bohot saare par mujhe pata nehi which one is scaring her" I said.

"Dekhiye Anirudh babu, chote baccho k sath kya hota hain, ek chota baccha apne maa k godi mein lori sunte huye so jata hain kyu ki is duniya mein apne maa k kokh se zyada mehfoos jagah kuch nehi ek bacche k liye, apne maa se zyada wo kisi pe yaakein nehi karti kisi se pyar nehi karti thik waise hi only love and care can cure insomnia." Said the doctor. He added, "Bondita k ki nind wahi wapas le a sakta hain jiske pass rehne se wo mehfoos mehsoos karti ho, jispe khudse bhi zyada bharosa ho, jisey is duniye mein sabse zyada pyar karti hain wo".

I was so happy hearing this. There is a cure. "Aisa to sirf ek insaan hain...Sumati maa, mujhe maa se baat karna hi parega"

Author's pov
Is the person really Sumati maa? When a person grows up, times and situations change many things and one of them is the priority list.

Bondita's pov
I checked myself in the mirror several times. Why did he call me "bhari".

I pouted my lips in anger, "kahi moti to nehi ho gyi hu? Nehi nehi Bondita, rosogolla band ajse".

I checked myself again, "pati babu ne kaha hain to sach hi hoga, nehi nehi ajse no mithai fir jab wo mujhe agli baar uthay to halki ho jau mein..."

I stopped.

What did I say just now, "agli baar uthay". My face turned red and I covered my face immediately and bit my tongue.

Later I was packing my bag for the evening train when There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and a man handed me a bouquet. "Ap kaun?" Before I could ask the man left. There was a note saying, "sorry!'

I felt strange and kept it inside. Again the doorbell rang and a man brought a bunch of balloons with, "sorry" written on them.

"Kaun hain ye log?" I murmured under my breath.

Again the doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door but this time the man was holding his ears. "Ap? Pati babu?"

"Sorry Bondita" he pushed the door inside, "mein janta hu maine galti ki hain, chahe to maaro mujhe par baat karo" he pleaded. "Ap kya mujhe itna asakhsham samajhte hain ki mein ek case akele nehi jeet sakti".

"Aisi baat nehi...."

"Aur agar apko mera bartav bura laga to keh sakte the na, kyu aisa kiya. Mein bhi insaan hu, mere bhi ankhein hain jinme ansu aatein hain."

"Bon..."

I moved towards the window, "ap mujhe bohot hasate ho, par ussey zyada rulate ho".

He turned me towards him by my shoulder and rubbed off my tears gently, "maine tumhe nehi, sach ko jeetwaya aur agey bhi sach k liye kuch bhi karunga".

"Aur mein tumhe humesha kehta hu na ki kuch to log kahenge, logo la kaam hain kehna, par shayad mein ye khud bhul par wo shayad mein khud bhul gaya tha. Tumhare jeet se sabse zyada khush kaun ho sakta hain?" He asked me.