Friday, March 03, 2006

Rendezvous




The clock struck ten, I shifted restlessly...I was waiting for five minutes but it seemed more than a hour to me. I had my lines prepared, knew exactly what I was going to say, just wanted to get over with it. For a moment I wondered why I had even bothered to come...she had asked me to, but after seven years I was under no obligation...I felt out of place in the peach-coloured, well-decorated drawing room with a beutiful flower arrangement on the side-table.

When I had last seen her, we were the same, well almost...two pigtailed schoolgirls, a bit different from the rest - we prefered flying kites to playing with dolls, cricket to house-house and bullying to gossiping...all that was years ago.

Now, one pigtailed schoolgirl was an aspiring architect with her every agenda planned, her career sketched out like the blueprint of a multi-storeyed building. She began her day with a definite plan of action. The other schoolgirl, nineteen year old and pregnant, with no idea what was going to happen tomorrow and only a vague idea of what the future held for her...We had truly outgrown our pink polka-dotted frocks.

For her it was impossible to see life from my prespective. I'll tell her that I had got married last year and there hadn't been any social ceremony and I hadn't got a chance to invite her. It would work I guess.

To tell her that I had taken the decision to be a single mother and that too, out of wedlock - she would be scandalised. Either she would think I am stupid or sympathise and then speculate how I could 'do it'. Would she understand it was not about 'doing it', it was not about a moment of lust...it was about trusting someone with everything. And then it is one of those things you thought happened to other people till it happened to you.

I had heard enough over the last seven months. They all sympathised and later went home and told their daughters,'Don't become like her.' I realised I had entered another space altogether in the last few days. A few days ago, I wasn't any different from them...but now I was.

I felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen. I had an appointment with the doctor in the evening. The baby wasn't moving. My head was cluttered with too many thoughts, I couldn't think straight.

The latch clicked, Vaishali walked in. She smiled, the same radiant smile she had when she opened her tenth birthday present from me and two bunny rabbits stared back at her with alarmed looks.

"So, how is hubby darling?" I felt breathless, the pain resurfaced. "Wah beta, marriage, babies, everything and no news. Really fast babe." Yea, fast was the word I had been linked to a lot lately.

I looked up, took a deep breath, swallowed hard and said, "I am not married." I still dont know why I said that, it was a pointless lie. She had known me as a kid, she would understand and if she didn't I really didn't care, one more person considering you 'fallen' didn't make a difference.

She had always been a patient listener, I wished she wouldn't sympathise, I didn't need that any more. Probably she would suggest some practical solution, I didn't even need that now.

...She touched my hand lightly and said, "I am proud of you."

I felt the baby kick inside, the first movement in the last seven days.

18 Comments:

Blogger Roshomon said...

I wrote this a long time back, at a time when it was inconceivable for me to think that a 19 year old could make such a difficult decision...but I am proud of her.

12:17 AM  
Blogger anup.777 said...

very well written buddy! ... yes it's a very very difficult decision ... I'm proud of her too ... :)

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7:16 AM  
Blogger acidrocks said...

Hey when did you write this..? long time back..? hmm..pretty good ..!!!

2:41 PM  
Blogger ghetufool said...

hey roshomon,
i loved it. thanks buddy, write some more like this. you have got a subtle style of expression. well done.

11:23 AM  
Blogger : M : said...

aww..im too speechless to say anything..brill!!!!

12:21 PM  
Blogger SeizeTheNite said...

Reading that makes me proud too.
:)

12:45 PM  
Blogger Roshomon said...

acidrocks: I thought you had read this before.

5:02 AM  
Blogger Roshomon said...

ghetufool: thanks!

5:03 AM  
Blogger Roshomon said...

caffeine-addict n seizethenite: thanks a ton! I'm a great fan of the way both of you write...so this means a lot!

5:09 AM  
Blogger : M : said...

well im fast becoming a fan of urs!!!!

9:46 AM  
Blogger Mridu said...

"I still dont know why I said that, it was a pointless lie."
How was it a lie? She wasn't married and she said so...what was the lie?? I didn't get that part..
Brilliantly written though...very very nice...touched me - really!

12:07 PM  
Blogger Tridib said...

Yeh dil mange more from Rashomon!

8:59 AM  
Blogger anup.777 said...

I agree with tridib! :)

10:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wow man...this is juz amazing...got no words to tell u how much i liked it...i liked d way u write...keep going... gud show!!

3:30 AM  
Blogger SCRIBBLEZ TO WAKEUP said...

You are just so amazing....Your stories seem so real...Have you ever tried at writing and publishing...Bet you would be very successful.....Your ideas, thought and word flow is just stunning....I feel like reading all your posts in one day and if I do tht, you can kill me...:)

2:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'I'm proud of you'.
But is she proud of herself, is she proud of the fact that she gave into a moment of lust. Is she proud that she ruined the lives of people around her, her parents, her friends and even the kid kicking inside her?

Friends care about you but do you care about yourself???

8:29 PM  
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