Picket Fences

Friday, February 10, 2006

Henna on Her Hands


The night had fallen in to a deep slumber…He took her hands in his. The wheels of the car which was carrying them…had taken speed…as if in a drunken might…

She looked at him…searched for a faint hint of familiarity…her henna hand shivered in his…she whispered in faint breath “where are we going”?

He looked at her with a smirk…”you will know”

But where is he taking her? Morning it was so much chaos she had not seen his face properly…amidst all the rituals and relatives they were mere puppets. …The purohit had directed him to tie a yellow thread around her neck…beyond the loud Nadaswaram they had promised and pledged each other’s lives in a vow.

She had courted him for a week before engagement…. on their first date in the Cinema hall he was all over her like a mad dog…and it was hard for her to figure out how a guy who is so totally unknown to her make way in to her body like her used clothes…?

Should she resist him? She did not know … she just didn’t want him to get turned off by her…she froze…Like a martini bottle in the freezer, damp cold inside, hot outside…her soul searched the far-flung corners of her memories…her …brain failed to recognize the familiarity…of a hand…so alien wandering inside the folds of her sari…she sat through the three hours of ordeal…as if set on hell’s fire…

Now…the car is hurtling in to devious dark corners of the city, she is alone with him…

He sounds nice…. he is nice, he is holding her hands…the car stops in front of a white looming luminous building…he opens the door for her, walks her in to the 5 star hotel

She is confused- where is he taking me tonight…?

He opens a suit and leads her inside…the bed is strewn with flowers…jasmine, roses…streaks petals of flowers making subtle hearts in the center…

He says,…”wait a minute I’ll be back”

For her things are falling in place…but isn’t it too soon…she cannot think properly…

Is it happening? Like in movies?

Whole morning they had starved until Muhurat and he would be gone in another week…

Her eyes …slowly closed…in sleep and tiered sweet anticipations…few minutes later she heard the door shut…and opened her eyes to him clicking the pictures of the bed in different angles…she was fear stricken…this was nothing like she had seen in the movies…usually the groom came and kissed the bride first and then held the milk glass

To her mouth…she scrambled to look for milk there was nothing there…

Well…what next…? He looked at her and smiled …she dreamily pouted her lips… next thing she knew the lights were off, someone had pounced on her, ripping her clothes off his breath against her skin heavy and rancid…his hands again rustling inside her sari like a hungry snake…

Out side the hallway …bellboy heard a scream so loud that it curdled his blood…he stood there for a while … and then…. slowly slipped in to the kitchen.

Next day…the other next day it was a repetition of the same night…she, by then got used to the face of this man silently…slipping in to her bed, this strange man who lay next to without shorts…on a crimson… bed…he was quiet and mysterious… and … was just becoming this huge China wall inside her mind…magnanimous…never ending and…. ancient…

He was drunk every night- it was intoxicating his lust. Every day she started staring at the mirror…her eyes, lips…her pale skin…arched brows …they just looked so perfect.

She tried to ward off her sickening thoughts which would often make her nauseous…his presence was boredom… for her this was what she had begotten.

Few years later…. She had slowly become a room with a view…the windows were opening to the vast sky where a few birds flew in total abundance… and she sat there watching the over looking sky…pregnant with delusions.

The man in Crimson wear stirred slowly…and asked for the bath to be ready, food to be found…table to be laid…she followed the orders…Without speaking… She picked up the phone and called her mom…between her sobs…words did not Take shape…she flung the phone and buried her face in to the pillow….

She could hear the Goan beach, Sea that had spread to he lands end, roaring waves, the Sun dipping in …a horizon that was stretched to the beyond…she slowly started looking for sea shells in the sand…

Digging hysterically…at first and then furiously…pulling the sand with her fingertips…

1 Comments:

At 8:00 AM, Blogger Aparna said...

hey nice imagery...thanks for stopping by my blog....

 

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