“Take care of your
health Kalpana... call me twice a week....and now call me once you reach the
transit airport... did you get me??” and as the instructions were going on incessantly
from my mother I was slowly nodding at her
with tears clouding my eyes. Ram was holding my hand firmly giving me a feeling
of warmth and assurance that there is nothing that I have to fret about. While
he was excited about our colourful married life ahead I was anxious. It has
been two weeks since I was married to Ram. He works as a business analyst in a
software firm in Washington, USA and has been residing there for more than
seven years since he pursued his Masters degree. Ours was a typical arranged Indian
marriage more specifically Tamil Brahmin wedding. My parents had acquainted
with his family through a marriage broker. All I had got to see was Ram’s photograph
and a few international phone calls from him before we actually met for the wedding.
I have never stayed away from my parents ever since my childhood and after
twenty two years for the first time I was travelling with a stranger to an
alien land and probably would get to see my parents only after two or three
years. I was melancholy and the feeling of this estrangement from my parents
was choking me. As I was walking towards the queue to collect our boarding pass
I took a final glimpse of my parents waving at me, proud and elated at the fact
of marrying their daughter to an ideal NRI groom of their choice, they stood
there cheerfully bidding me an adieu.
After twenty two hours
of a gruelling flight journey we finally reached Ram’s apartment. A perfect 2
BHK duplex apartment in the heart of the bustle life of the down town, extremely
tidy, well lit, finely furnished and adorned by archaic artefacts collected so
precisely by Ram gave a luminous glow to the house. Ram carried my bags inside
and walked me through the house helping me settle down. He was making
persistent efforts to make me feel at home while I was feeling like a child
lost in some unknown terrain. A week passed by and Ram returned to work after a
long vacation. A mundane routine as I packed his lunch box and sent him off to
office, staying home all day long in solitude doing some monotonous house hold
chores though most of them were automated, zipping through some English
entertainment channels on the television during the rest of the time and
waiting for him to be back home from work made my life all the more listless
and gloomy. I used to call my mom every night and Ram never uttered a word
against the telephone expenses I incurred. He knew that I was like a newly born
infant out from a protective womb into a world so different, crying and wailing
throwing up tantrums trying to cope up with the frustrations of adapting to changes,
to a new ambience... He was a calm, composed man with immense endurance and
faith on his plethora of love on me which he knew will eventually heal my pain
and fear of dwelling away from my parents.
“I have a couple of
meetings today, so I may be a little late than normal... If you are too bored
staying home just take a walk around the neighbourhood and make some new
friends... but be careful and don’t stay out long in the dark...” as Ram told,
I watched him leave to his office on his black Honda Accord. At half past five in the evening when I was
almost done with my work for the day I thought I might visit the neighbourhood...
It has almost been more than four months since I came to this foreign land but
never explored outside unless Ram was with me. It was fascinating to venture
this new place all alone and I strode fast through each of the streets, crossed
multiple lanes, shopped a little, ate at a food joint and with a sense of
gratification of having accomplished something big for the first time, I turned
my wrist to learn the time. I was appalled to know it was half past eight and I
have spent almost three hours on the American roads oblivious of everything
around me. I decided to speed back to my house before Ram returns from office. As
I galloped towards home carrying some plastics bags with the goods that I
shopped that day, I unknowingly took a wrong turn and got lost in the down
town... I finally hit a ruined garage at
the dead end of a lane. There were a bunch of hooligans sitting at the garage
and having a roar of laughter over something when they noticed me standing baffled,
uncertain about my route to home. They gaped at me lecherously and as they
marched towards me I was petrified, perspiring hard and before they could even
utter a word I ran opposite to that road. My feet carried me as fast it could,
without even looking back I sped indefinitely like an insane dog and bumped
into someone in the darkness. There I saw the stranger of my life who appeared
as the angel in disguise... I embraced Ram and burst into tears...
“I was home and saw the
door was locked so came out looking for you... What happened to you and where
have you been all this while?” as I heard him ask me questions in a perturbed
tone, I narrated the mind harrowing incident. I cuddled in his arms as he soothened
me and took me home. I sat on the couch still not out of the obnoxious moment
in my life, Ram offered me a glass of water to drink, sat beside me and
caressed me on my forehead “It’s alright Kalpana...Don’t be afraid anymore...I
am right here with you.” I felt my
mother in his warmth and my father in his fortitude. This was the moment for
the very first time I did not miss my parents even once. I slept with his arms
around me feeling so secured.
Next morning I woke up
late and jolted off my bed realizing it was late for Ram to his office... As I
ran down towards the dining I saw Ram sitting across the table with breakfast
prepared and kept. I also saw another plate covered with a lid. He insisted me
to open the lid and there I saw a beautiful birthday cake with a portrait of my
face on it.
“Happy Birthday Kalpana!
I wanted to surprise you last night but after all the commotion that happened I
was not sure if you were in a mood for a celebration. You were sound asleep in
the morning so for a change thought I would prepare the breakfast for you on
your birthday. Hope you like it...“
It was the perfect time
and never wished if there would be any other better moment. As I stood there
with a pile of emotions pounding through my heart, I hugged Ram, looked into
his eyes and told “I love you.”
With a lot of glee and
a bit of coy in his eyes, Ram smiled at me and kissed me spreading magical
vibes all through me. I found my soulmate as I saw the stranger in me vanish
forever.
Simple and neat! :)
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