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Once Again…???!!! – Chapter 4: the Deliberation – 1

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It was when the first rays of the sun fell on Kiran’s face that he woke up. He was still on the rocking chair in his bedroom. Kiran was not sure as to when he fell asleep, the previous night, looking at Swati sleeping and his mind wandering into the events of the past.

He rubbed his eyes and squinted to ward off the excess light hitting is eyes and strained to see the big wall clock. It was only 6:30 am. He could sleep for another 30 minutes. Then, slowly, his eyes moved to the bed. Swati was not there.

The bathroom door in their bedroom was closed. Kiran heard the water flowing and guessed that Swati was having a bath. His head was pounding due to the lack of proper sleep. He closed his eyes.

Kiran could not sleep. His mind wandered through uncharted territories in regards to what Vicky saw. He did not want any ill thoughts festering his mind and decided to talk to Swati, for he knew that it was never good to bottle-up emotions and thoughts, particularly the bad ones.

When the bathroom door opened and Swati came out, she seemed very normal. It did not look like she realized how rude she had been the previous night with Ammu.

Swati had draped herself a nice baby blue cotton saree, which was well starched and ironed. The crevasses of the pleats were very sharp and neatly tucked. She looked just like how one would imagine a “professor to be” – so elegant – the very reason why he fell in love with her.

‘Swati, I want to talk to you’

‘About what?’ She shot out innocently.

Kiran was doubtful if she was really naive and did not know what happened the previous evening? Even if she did not know that Vicky saw her with a stranger, holding hands, how could she forget her rude behaviour towards Ammu?

‘About what happened yesterday,’ Kiran started.

‘Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I’m in a hurry. Can we chat in the evening? Please….’

‘Hmmmm….’

‘Moreover, I have asked a couple of my students to come in early today for an additional class, as they had doubts in the lesson. So, I need to go’, Swati said calmly.

‘But, I need to talk’, Kiran said.

‘Anything, in the evening please’, Swati was pleading.

Before Kiran could say anything, Swati dashed out of their bedroom and to the dining.

Ammu was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone. Lunch for everyone was also almost ready.

‘Good Morning Swati, the idly’s would be ready in a couple of minutes. I have also made fresh coconut chutney’, Ammu told Swati.

‘Oh no, I don’t need any breakfast. I will eat outside’

‘How about lunch? Fresh food is almost ready’

‘That’s ok, I will eat outside’

‘Is everything okay? I’m noticing that you are eating out most of the days’

‘Yeah, yeah. All good. I’m in a rush. I’m leaving now’. Swati rushed past the kitchen door, without giving Ammu a chance to speak further.

Swati behaved as if nothing had happened the previous evening. Her being with a stranger was something that only Vicky and now Kiran knew. But, her rude behaviour with Ammu – how could she just behave as if nothing happened? Kiran was surprised. The more he thought about that the more frustrated and confused he was.

The time was only 7:15 am. Kiran brushed and had a quick shower. He went to the dining room to have his breakfast.

‘Kiran, did Swati say anything at all? What happened?’

‘No Amma! She didn’t say anything. In fact she behaved as if everything was normal. As if nothing happened. She just got ready and left home ‘

‘Maybe she was just upset about something and showed her anger on us. After all whom else can she share her frustration with? If she is fine today, do not talk about what happened yesterday evening with her’

‘Okay Amma’.

‘What’s done cannot be undone and there is no use in you bringing it all up once again. After all, you should understand that she has left her parents and have come over here to live with you. So please be kind to her’

‘Yes Amma’

Kiran thought to himself ‘Poor Amma she doesn’t know all that is happening between us and certainly not what Vicky has witnessed’.

‘What happened? You seem to be in deep thought.’ Ammu snapped Kiran back to reality.

‘Oh no, nothing. Let me get going now.’ Saying that, Kiran took his lunch box and neatly arranged it in the plastic lunch box holder and went outside where he had parked his Yamaha.

‘Bye Amma, see you in the evening’. Kiran kick started his Yamaha and was on his way to his work.

His mind was very foggy. While on the way to his work, at one of the newly formed MNC near Sangeet Theatre, Secunderabad, his mind wandered back to the events of the wedding and, his first night with Swati, as man and wife.

Kiran maneuvered his Yamaha mechanically, as a robot, through the streets of Hyderabad and Secunderabad, the twin cities connected via the Tank Bund, the bridge by the Hussein Sagar lake…

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Once Again…???!!! – Chapter 3: the Erudition – 5

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As it was Swati Kiran’s first night as husband and wife, Tara’s husband Ranga had made an elaborate arrangement at Hotel Viceroy, the latest five-star hotel in Hyderabad.

Hotel Viceroy was located at one corner of the famous Tank Bund looking over the Hussain Sagar Lake, which was once an important water body, providing fresh-water to the twin cities of Hyderabad and Secunderabad. Unfortunately, it was in a pathetic state today smelling like sewage. Even though the lake was polluted from the sewage, the annual immersion of Ganesha and the foul smelling carcasses, the water in the lake was calm and still,

Ranga ensured that Swati Kiran’s suite was facing the calm waters of Hussain Sagar, with the reflection of lights from the different bridges, telling many stories of the historical twin cities.

Tara and Ranga came by to drop Swati and Kiran at the Viceroy. After checking them in, Ranga winked at Kiran and said, “Have a great night!”

Swati and Kiran entered their suite. There was one humungous king size bed, that was covered in light red velvet sheets. Strewn on the bed was the softer jasmine flowers and the pink rose petals. The room had a faint smell of lavender.

Neatly arranged on the dresser table was a pink silk nightie for Swati and a silk dhothi and shirt for Kiran. Seeing the new clothes, Kiran smirked. His inner voice was laughing, thinking about the requirement of the new silk clothes on their wedding night.

“What is the need for these new clothes tonight”, he casually commented and took the new dhothi and entered the bathroom. He hoped that Swati understood the underlying meaning in his comment.

Kiran had a quick shower and changed into the new silk clothes in a jiffy.

Swati went inside the bathroom. Kiran’s heart raced. He wanted to talk to Swati and tell her how much he loved her and how he was envisioning their life together.

He wanted to talk about their future days and nights together. How he wanted them to be the ideal couple, of two bodies and one soul. How they had to work as a team to make their world, the best. How he was willing to accommodate and bend himself like the willow to all her requirements, to ensure a bright and lovely future together.

Kiran’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the bathroom door click. Swati came out. She had not changed her clothes. She was still wearing the silk saree from the evening. Kiran was surprised. Why didn’t she change, his mind questioned. Swati came and sat on one corner of the bed.

Even before Kiran could ask as to why Swati did not change to the nightdress, she said, ‘I’m not mentally prepared for this’

‘That’s ok. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I understood. What are you not mentally prepared for?’ Kiran treaded carefully, as he did not want any mishaps, this first night of theirs.

‘For anything’, came the instant reply from Swati.

‘That’s fine. It’s all absolutely okay. We can take time to understand each other. That is quite okay’

‘I’m not sure when I will be ready’

‘Take your time. There is no rush. We have our entire life ahead. We have to make it, the best’

‘You are so good. Though I’m not ready, if you want to have sex, here you go’.

Swati stood up and faced Kiran. She took the corner of the saree that was neatly placed above her left shoulder and threw it down, showing her torso, clad in a figure-hugging blouse, in the dim light of that room in the Viceroy.

Kiran was in shock. He did not expect this. Ammu has always instilled the best of virtues in him and had taught him how to respect women. His moral instincts very clearly instructed that a woman was not a commodity of fantasy. He believed that even if it were the wife, if a man forced himself on a woman without her full consent, it is constituted as rape. How could Swati think of him so lowly?

Kiran managed to come out of the shock. He lowered himself and took the corner of the saree and placed it back on Swati’s shoulder covering her chest.

‘Swati, how could you think of me so lowly. Sex is a part of life and not the be all and end all of life. Until you are ready and voluntarily invite me, we will not consummate our wedding. I can wait patiently till you are ready’

Swati hugged Kiran so lightly for a quick moment. It felt as if she was sobbing. Kiran was not sure. He did not even know if he should ask anything, anymore that night.

Swati lied down on the bed facing the wall, in the foetal position. Kiran could not see her face. He got up from the bed and sat on the chair in that room in Viceroy. He was wondering as to why Swati behaved the way she did. Did she not agree to this wedding out of her own free will? Was she forced into this? Was it merely the initial fear of a new life? Or, was he just over thinking a simple incident – a denial.

Kiran sat on the chair and looked at the ceiling and the still ceiling fan. They had not switched on the fan as the air conditioning in the room was turned on and was blasting cold air, in the room. As this was a new hotel, it was in perfect, mint condition.

This night certainly did not go the way he expected. His expectations were shattered. He wanted to share his dreams and aspirations with Swati. Alas, here they were in two corners.

With many questions flashing in his mind, Kiran was confused. After that long tiring wedding day, he fell asleep on the chair, without his knowledge. He certainly was unaware of all that which were going to unfold shortly.

And, their wedding was not yet consummated.

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In the dim green light of the night lamp, Kiran sat on the rocking chair placed at one corner of their bedroom.

Kiran wandered back in time. Among the many that had come to congratulate them on the wedding day was a senior colleague of Swati, Mr. Sharma. Swati introduced him as her friend, a well-wisher and guide. She mentioned that she discussed everything with him before making any decision.

She was planning to start her PhD thesis under the guidance of Mr. Sharma. Kiran shook hands with Mr. Sharma.

“Hello Mr. Sharma, very nice to meet you. Please join us for a picture.”

“Nice meeting you Kiran. It’s okay. No need for any pictures.”

Kiran did not give that comment much thought.

“Please have lunch before you leave” Kiran said

“Of course I will, thank you”

A mosquito landed on Kiran’s cheek and inserted its sharp needle to suck some blood, disturbing Kiran’s thought and bringing him back to this fateful day.

He was questioning himself; if it were this Mr. Sharma that Vicky had seen Swati with today? How could he get it confirmed? There were no pictures. They had not yet received the video that was recorded at the wedding. It would be another couple of weeks before they received the VHS copy of the video.

Then he consoled himself by saying that, it would be fine, if it were the same Mr. Sharma. Mr. Sharma was a respectable gentleman and had a family of his own. Why would he risk his reputation for a woman? Hmmm, but, why were they going to the park, hand in hand as lovers? Veerappan was caught and this has created a mess in the city. When everyone was trying to reach the safety of his or her homes, why should Swati go to the park?

Questions, questions and more unanswered questions. The more he thought the more confused he was. How was he going to broach this with Swati?

He drifted back in time…

Right after the ceremony of the bride and groom exchanging garlands in the swing the head priest was screaming over the top of his voice, so that he could be heard. There was music and chattering of family and friends around.

The priest looked at Kiran and said, “Hold her right hand with your right hand. Do not leave her hands now. You need to keep holding her hand until we go inside and start the next ritual”

Kiran tried to keep his hold on Swati’s hand, intact. While going through the maze of people, his hands slipped and he let go of Swati’s hand. Right at that time Raghavan was asking the priest about the next ritual, the tying of the nuptial knot as the auspicious time was almost there. Kiran’s ears were perked up in that detail and he forgot that he had let go of Swati’s hands.

Swati did not resist…

When they were inside at the wedding dias, the head priest commented, “I told you not to let go of her hands and that’s exactly what you have done”

Kiran bit his tongue, “Oops, sorry” and held Swati’s hand right away.

The wedding ritual continued with the tying of the nuptials followed by walking around the holy fire for 7 times (Saptapadhi) and the stepping on the grinding stone (Ammi). This is an important ritual in the Hindu wedding as this is where the bride and groom take the wedding vows, ‘till death do us part’.

Once the vows are done, Kiran was to put on the toe ring on Swati’s long toe, the toe beside the hallux. The toe ring was too tight and was not fitting Swati’s toe. Though this ring had to be worn on the long toe, he put it on the one beside that, to complete the ritual.

Ammu noticed this struggle. She was wondering as to why they had bought a smaller size of the toe ring for Swati should have been present while buying the toe ring. And, why was there an obvious struggle. She did not like it. However, she did not say anything.

It was now the ritual of seeing the star “Arundhathi”. Kiran laughed when the head priest asked them to see the star during the day. How can one see a star in the day? How foolish was that? He didn’t realize the symbolic importance of that ritual then.

Arundhathi is the wife of the sage Vashistha, one of the seven sages (Saptarshi) who are identified with the Ursa Major constellation. She is identified with the morning star and also with the star Alcor, that forms a double star with Mizar (identified as Vashista Maharishi) in the Ursa Major. Arundhati, though the wife of one of the seven seers, she is accorded the same status as the seven seers and is worshipped with them as such.

The specialty of these two stars (Alcor and Mizar or Arundhathi and Vashistha) is that they revolve around each other. The husband and wife are expected to live such a contended life revolving around each other. How was poor Kiran to know this!

The wedding was a grand occasion with every ritual followed. The lunch served was a huge feast with 15 courses. Kiran and Swati were so tired after all the rituals that they were not able to enjoy the 15-course lunch. They gobbled some lunch so that they had the energy for the next event in the afternoon, called ‘nelangu’, which was to start around 4pm.

Nelangu was the most fun filled event of the entire wedding proceedings. Kiran and Swati had to play some simple games – finding a ring hidden in a bowl of rice; the keys in a pot of water, etc. Then, it was the rolling of coconut, while there were people singing and dancing. The newly weds were also the focus of some double-entendre jokes. Kiran happily immersed himself in all these amusements.

What an exhausting but exciting day it was. Though everyone was tired after the wedding ceremonies since the previous two days, there was smile and jubilation in their face.

As the evening slowly turned to night, Kiran was getting very excited. It was his first night with Swati as man and wife. He had so many things to talk about and of course his mind also pondered about consummating his wedding with Swati.

The very thought was exciting. The dinner for everyone was served at the wedding hall. After dinner, the local family members started leaving to their homes. Finally, it was just the two families and a few friends at the wedding hall.

Oblivious to what was coming, Kiran continued to dream about that nonexistent future.

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SwatiKiran’s wedding had been really grand. Though both Kiran’s and Swati’s families were settled in Hyderabad for over a quarter century they wanted to follow the typical Tamil tradition in this wedding.

The festivities began with the application of henna, a couple of days prior to the wedding, at both the households.

The day before the wedding, on August 1, everyone from Kiran’s family gathered at the Wedding Hall after an early breakfast for the celebrations and various miniature ceremonies that were all a part of the wedding function. Swati’s family was already there in the wedding hall, since that morning. All ceremonies were to begin right away.

A traditional welcome was offered to Kiran’s family at the wedding hall, complete with the music (nadaswaram and melam); trays of fruits, nuts and sweets; and the most important betal leaves, nutmeg, turmeric, kumkum and chandan.

Right after the welcome, both the families indulged individually in the auspicious initiation of the bride and groom for the family life (virudham), by the individually appointed priest. Once the ceremony was completed, it was time for a sumptuous big seven-course lunch.

After lunch everyone (particularly the groom’s side of the family), took a little rest in the rooms pre-allocated. Everyone knew that the evening was going to be busier and all of them had to be on their cheerful self.

Kiran was all excited and just wanted to spend time with Swati. However, he knew that it was not appropriate at this time. Ammu, Raman and family, Tara and family all had a nap in their respective rooms. Coffee was served to their rooms by about 3:30 pm.

While the coffee was served, as the parents of the bride and the ‘host’ of this wedding, Raghavan and Kaveri came by to inquire if the arrangements were fine and if they needed anything at all. They also requested everyone to come by for the evening snacks by 4 pm so that there would be enough time for everyone to get ready for the evening.

The function in the evening was the official welcoming of the groom and family (Maapillai Azhaipu). The evening started with the groom being taken to the nearby temple in a convertible. Kiran enjoyed the ride to the temple. There were four men carrying huge lighted lanterns that walked beside the convertible. Once the main deity in the temple was worshipped, the procession back to the wedding hall began.

Kiran was in the convertible. Vicky, as the best man of this wedding, gave company to Kiran in the car. The ride back was very slow. Behind the convertible there was a convoy of men and women, lead by Tara and Geeta. They were holding all the goodies (fruits, nuts, varieties of Indian sweets, betal leaves, kumkum and chandan) that would be given to the brides’ family at the wedding hall.

Being in Hyderabad, Kiran’s friends wanted to dance for the latest Bollywood music that was played along. Music from Hum Aapke Hai Kaun and Maine Pyar Kiya blasted everyone’s ears. Arun, Vicky’s friend enjoyed being a witness to all the events of this wedding and danced in front of the convertible as if there was no tomorrow and that no one was watching him. There were fireworks and crackers all along the way.

With the song and dance, the procession took about 90 minutes to cover a small distance of under a kilometre. Everyone was involved and enjoyed the Maapillai Azhaipu.

Once inside the wedding hall, it was time for the betrothal, confirming the wedding from both sides of the family. There was no more turning around!

Then, it was the Reception. SwatiKiran’s family decided to have the reception for the family and friends on the evening prior to the wedding, so that those that could not make it for the wedding would still be able to participate. There was a turn out of about 400 for the Reception.

It was a sight of chatter and smile galore. What a joyful occasion it was! Everyone took a picture with the bride and groom. Vicky was there behind his uncle, as the best man, to assist him.

Raman and Raghavan had ensured that all guests were welcomed and guided properly – for a picture and then to the big fifteen-course dinner that was served in the buffet style. The smell of Hyderabadi Dum Biriyani, the ‘chat’ varieties that was available and the ‘double ka meeta’ with ice cream was the talk of everyone. It indeed was a big celebration.

By the time the last of the guests left the wedding hall it was past 11 pm and they all had to be up bright and early at 4 am. Kiran was very tired, but he was excited too.

The monsoon rains were tapering; there still was the occasional thunderstorm every now and then. It was the season of mosquitoes. The big and bold mosquitoes, which sucked human blood, were not bothered by any repellent. The room that Kiran and Vicky were in had a number of mosquitoes. Neither the “good night” tablet nor the “tortoise” mosquito coil had any effect on them. Kiran was trying to keep the mosquitoes away from biting him and was not able to sleep. He was not sure if it were the mosquitoes or the excitement of the following day and the many years to come, which kept him awake.

A swarm of mosquitoes landed on Kiran and started sucking his blood. Their darting needle snapped him to reality. What was Vicky saying?

Kiran was in a daze. He was not listening to Vicky anymore.

“Kiran, where are you? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Vicky asked.

“Hmmm?” a long pause.

“Let’s go down Kiran and have something to eat”

Kiran did not say anything. He just followed Vicky, mechanically. Ammu has had the dinner served at the dining table. The aroma of Ammu’s Sambar, potato fry and freshly deep fried pappad was all over the house. Kiran did not smell anything.

Like a robot, Kiran gobbled his food. His eyes were glazed. While serving, Ammu asked, “Are you okay Kiran?”

“Yes Amma, I’m fine”, said Kiran.

“I’m not sure. Are you still thinking about what Swati said to me?”

“Hmmm… Kind of…”. Kiran did not want to reveal what Vicky had mentioned.

“May be Swati was stressed about something. Maybe something happening in her college. That’s why she might have snapped at me. It’s okay. I would have been fine if Tara or Geeta snapped at me. So will it be with Swati too. She is my daughter and I am fine. You should not take these things seriously. Finish your dinner and see if Swati would like to have dinner”

“Okay Amma”, was the mechanical reply.

Finishing dinner Kiran washed his dinner plate and carefully placed it in the drying rack. Then he went to the bedroom to see what Swati was doing.

Swati seemed to be asleep and she did not respond to him, calling her name.

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Kiran returned home at about 5:00 pm. Geeta and Raman were already at home. Swati had not yet returned.

“Kiran, did Swati call you to let you know that she would be late? I am worried given the fact that there is a bit of hullabaloo in the city”, Ammu said.

Kiran did not answer. Going by the fact that everything was closing early that day, why was Swati not yet at home? He tried calling Raghavan’s home to see if she was there. Unfortunately, she was not there either.

Swati sauntered inside at around 6:30 pm. It was almost dark by then.

“Swati ma, we were worried as to what happened as there has been a tense situation in the city. Glad you are back safe and hope all is fine”, Ammu said.

“I’m not a baby. I have been brought up in this city. I know my way”, Swati snapped and went to her bedroom.

Though no one commented, everyone saw a glare in Swati’s eyes. It was very bright and her pupils seemed unusually large. The fire in her eyes could have burnt them all.

Ammu was taken aback. So were Raman and Geeta. Geeta, felt very sad, as Ammu had always been more of a mother to her than a mother-in-law. Ammu was genuinely concerned. Nobody said anything. Vicky’s confusion of the day’s event increased. What was the reason for this behaviour?

Kiran went to the bedroom to see what happened. The bedroom light was switched off. The green night light was turned on. He could see Swati ‘s silhouette on the bed.

“Swati, Swati?”, Kiran whispered quietly.

There was no response. Straining his eyes in the dim green night-light he could see that her eyes were closed. She was breathing evenly. Swati had not changed into her nightie (her home clothes). Kiran was not sure if she was really sleeping, but he decided not to bother her.

He walked out of the bedroom.

His mind replayed the happenings of the past few weeks. It was almost two weeks since their wedding.

The few relatives that they had, had arrived for the wedding almost a week in advance. Since then there has been festivities at home. His sister Tara was also there from Kerala three weeks in advance to help Raman, Geeta and Ammu with wedding preparations that can be very laborious – buying gorgeous sarees, going to family and friends’ homes to invite them for the wedding, buying return gifts for people, based on their proximity to the family and many more. Easy day was filled with excitement and a lot of work to accomplish.

Amidst all the work associated with wedding, Tara wanted to see her soon to be sister-in-law in person. So, Kiran and her called Raghavan’s house and decided to visit them one evening.

Kiran and Tara knocked the door. Raghavan answered with a pleasing smile. “Please come in”

Kaveri joined and welcomed them both. Sunder was also there. Everyone had a cheerful personality. Tara liked the family immediately.

Swati was not there. When Tara inquired about Swati, Kaveri said –

“Oh, she should be here anytime now. We did mention to you that she was going to be helping some of her students this evening”

Tara and Kiran were immersed in the conversation that they did not realize that it was already past 7:30 pm. And Swati was not there yet.

“Does Swati have a pager? May be we can page her to let her know that we are here and see when she would be back.” Tara asked.

“I have already paged her. May be she is stuck in traffic and doesn’t have access to a public telephone booth” Kaveri replied.

“Wouldn’t it be so useful if we are able to have the phone that they are talking about which can be carried anywhere; that which is going to invade and revolutionize the telecom industry? It seems it is already in use in the elite community in the big four Metros”, chipped in Sunder.

“I would like to say yes, but am skeptical about that phone though. How is it even possible to have a phone that is actually not connected anywhere?” Raghavan mentioned.

“Mama, may be it will be an extension of our current cordless phone. But, how could it work anywhere? Hmmm… Technology!” Kiran sighed.

And their conversation continued. In a little while, Tara checked the time and realized that it was past 8 pm. As she could not wait any longer, she politely took leave of Raghavan and Kaveri –

“We have to leave now Mama and Mami. Please let Swati know that we were here and waited quite a while. Also, let us know once she has safely reached home.”

“Of course yes. We will let you know when she is back”, said Raghavan.

After the exchange of the traditional betel leaves and kumkum, Tara and Kiran took leave. They took off in Kiran’s “Yamaha” motorbike.

On their way, Kiran’s pager beeped. There was the message that Swati had returned home safely. As Tara did not want to go back to Swati’s house, as it was already late and they had umpteen things to do, they continued to their home in Koti.

Though Tara was not happy that her soon to be sister-in-law did not show up on time, even though they had not sprung a surprise on her, she did not say anything.

Kiran was brought back to reality when Vicky said, “Kiran, I need to talk to you. Let’s go to the terrace”.

In the terrace Vicky mentioned that he saw Swati with another man, holding hands. Kiran was in a state of shock and was confused. Was this wedding the right thing? Was there anything that he was missing?

He hoped that everything would become fine and that it was all the initial troubles of adjustments, the starting trouble, which is common in any marriage.

Kiran was once again transported back to the wedding events.

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The notorious sandalwood smuggler, a dreaded dacoit, Veerappan was finally caught – this was the headlines for mid-day. Veerappan had terrorized the neighbouring state of Karnataka, the Home for the most expensive, fragrant and medicinal sandalwood trees. There were also rumours that he provided support and refuge to the naxalites, an extremist, rouge faction from the state of Andhra Pradesh. People were still in disbelief that Veerappan was in captive. As expected, there was a conundrum in the city.

Vicky and family were living in Koti area in Hyderabad. Koti is closer to the Muslim dominated old city area and always had the impacts of any infractions. Due to Veerappan being caught, the police expected unrest and the old city and Koti were under extra vigil. All colleges and work places were letting people leave earlier than normal, so that everyone could reach home safe.

Vicky too was returning home from his college. With a bunch of his classmates, he was walking through Bank Street near Mouzamjai Market – his regular route. One of his friends, Arun, nudged him and pointed him to a couple that was entering the park. Vicky saw her holding another man’s hands. Though it was not at close proximity, he could still see very clearly that it was her; he could vouch anywhere that it was her. Vicky was confused by what he witnessed.

Hailing from a family that was a big advocate of women’s liberation and rights he did not want to assume anything. He knew and believed that there could always be a platonic relationship between a man and a woman. There have been many such friendships and relations in their family, running for decades. So holding a hand or a gentle hug was absolutely fine according to him.

However, there was something in their looks that bothered Vicky. There was a longing and a yearning in their look. Vicky brushed it as his imagination. However hard he tried to brush that thought away, he was not able to. His mind questioned – due to the capture of Veerappan and the subsequent unrest in the city, when everyone was trying to reach their home, what was she doing with him in the park? Why should they be going into the park? Who was this stranger?

How much ever he tried to put a name to this strangers’ face he could not. Though the face was familiar, he had no idea as to who he was. His mind was racing. What should Vicky do now? Should he confront her?

“Vicky, should we get some Samosa Ragada at Gokul?”

Arun, Vicky’s best friend snapped him back to reality.

“Are yaar, looks like you are deep in your thought that you didn’t realize that we have reached Gokul Chat Bhandaar. What happened?” Arun asked.

“No, nothing. Everything is fine,” Vicky managed to say.

“So, are we getting a Samosa Ragada?”

“No, I’m good. I will pass it. If you want you can stop over along with the rest of our gang of friends. I will go home”

“That’s okay. I will also pass it for today. Let me give you company to your home and then I will go home”

Arun and Vicky bid adieu to their group of friends and started walking towards the Koti bus stop. Arun asked –

“Are you still thinking about what I showed you?”

“Yes! I am not sure what to make out of it. Something in their look was not right. I wanted to go and confront them. But, was not able to as I didn’t want to spoil any relationships”

“Hey don’t over analyze the incident my friend. Just move on. Maybe it’s nothing. Hey, you are friends with your uncle Kiran. Why don’t you just talk to him?”

“Talk to him and say what? That I saw my aunt with another man, holding hands?”

Arun did not want to proceed with this sensitive subject. He changed the topic and asked Vicky about his girlfriend and moved on to other topics. Soon they reached Vicky’s home. Arun bid goodbye to his friend and started walking towards his home.

With a confused / look, Vicky entered the house. Ammu was in the living room and she asked him, “Did you hear about Veerappan?”

“Yes Grandma. That’s why our college closed early.”

Ammu noticed the confused strange look in Vicky’s face and questioned – “Vicky, is everything fine? You don’t seem to be your normal self”

“Everything is fine Grandma”. Vicky retorted and rushed into his room.

He was pondering. Should he tell his Dad or Kiran about what he saw? Then the liberated ideology came to the forefront. But, what was wrong in holding another persons hands? It could just be a simple gesture of friendship – for he had some great friends that were women. And, they all believed that they were all going no to be friends for life.

Vicky debated on the next course of action.

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Days flew by. It was finally the wedding day. The fateful August 2nd.

It was really a grand wedding. There were about six hundred people attending the wedding. Kiran’s colleagues, Swati’s colleagues, friends and relatives from both their sides were all present. The function went on well. The match seemed to be the most ideal one. They were neither too plump nor too skinny; neither too short nor too tall. And the name – Swati Kiran was just too pleasant to hear. It flowed like a song. In all ways this was really a great match.

Really marriages are made in Heaven. So thought many.

Kiran introduced Swati to all his friends and colleagues. Swati too introduced him to one and all. Mr. Sharma, Swati’s best friend was there in the marriage. He was there with his wife. He had given Swati a gift cheque for a huge amount of twenty-five thousand rupees.

Ammu was congratulated by everyone for having found a very pleasant, simple and well educated wife for her son. She was looking at her new daughter-in-law with pride gleaming in her eyes. It seemed to her that it was just a few days back that they had met. How fast the time has gone by.

As discussed Raghavan had sent Swati’s photograph the very next day, through Sunder. He had also called Raman to inform him that the date of engagement was April 25.

Ammu was certainly very happy that Kiran was getting married. With this, all her responsibilities as a mother would end. Her kids would all be settled with their own families. Now she could rest a while.

April 25.

The engagement was at 3:30pm and was to be held at Kiran’s house. They had decided that it would be only within the family. They had invited only very close friends. Geeta did not go to her work that day. She had to help Ammu with the preparation of the engagement ceremony. Ammu and Geeta prepared Idly, Sevai and Vada with Sambar and Chutney for everyone who was going to come. They also prepared Laddu’s for sweet that needed to be served. Kiran had bought a couple of big family packs of ice cream to serve everyone that noon. Vicky helped in cleaning the house and decorating it for the function.

At the appointed hour, Raghavan and family along with a few of their friends came. They had brought with them fresh new mangoes – the mango season had just started in Hyderabad.

‘Please come in. We were just waiting for you’, invited Raman.

Kiran had a glimpse of Swati from inside his room. Swati, there was a red dot on her forehead. Her long hair as usual oiled and plaited and with a string of jasmine flowers. She was not wearing heavy ornaments. A simple earring, a simple nose stud, a simple gold chain and two simple bangles on each hand, was all she had on her. She was stunningly beautiful in this simple outfit. That day she was wearing a navy blue silk saree, that had zari spots scattered everywhere, like a million stars scattered in the sky on a new moon night. Kiran remembered the great Tamil poet Subramania Bharathi and his Kannamma.

Swati was looking like the ideal modern woman as described by Bharathi – an intelligent woman with self-confidence, motivation, ambition; yet very simple and humble. He was very happy that he was getting Swati for wife. He gazed at her and he was entranced by her looks.

The priest who was to solemnize the betrothal arrived.

‘Kiran, the priest has come. Are you ready? Shall we start the ceremony?’ Geeta asked.

‘Manni, I am just coming’, replied Kiran.

Kiran and Swati sat opposite each other. The priest uttered the mantras and finally asked Kiran and Swati to exchange their rings. Raman on behalf their deceased father accepted the tray of fruits from Raghavan as a token of acceptance of the engagement. Swati was given a silk saree and a ring, by her soon-to-be in-laws. The date for the marriage was fixed. The Second of August… The priest and all elders consecrated the couple. Pictures were taken.

After this ceremony, hot snacks, prepared by Ammu and Geeta were served. There was jubilance everywhere in the house. Everyone was happy and were enjoying the conversation. At around 8pm Raghavan and family left for their home, though Geeta was insisting that they should have dinner with them. Vikky too was there and he enjoyed the engagement of his favourite uncle.

Vicky was not comfortable about one thing. He noticed that the ebullience found in his uncle’s face was not seen in the face of his new aunt. Was this his imagination? Vikky did not tell this to anyone.

Kiran visited Swati’s house a number of times from then on. He was not able to meet or talk to Swati in most of the occasions. He used to have long chats with Sunder, Raghavan and Kaveri. He liked them all a lot. It never once occurred to him as to why Swati was returning home late most of the days.

One of those days, he had planned to go out with Swati to the then popular Hindi movie, Deewana (Crazy), one evening. He thought it was the best blockbuster romantic movie to be enjoyed with his fiancée (for he himself was crazily in love with Swati). In fact he had booked the tickets in advance. At the last minute, their date was cancelled, as Swati was not feeling well that day. She had a splitting headache.

Days just flew by… And today was August 2nd, the wedding day.

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Geeta, Raman and Kiran went about their day as usual, the following day. Everybody rushed to his or her respective workplace. As they all had taken a couple of hours off the previous day to visit Swati’s house, Geeta had already mentioned that she would be returning home late, so that she could catch up with her work.

Ammu was busy with her regular chores, while Vicky went to his college.

In the evening, Raghavan and Sunder came to Kiran’s house. Kiran and Raman had just returned from their work. Kiran was having his cup of tea, while pondering on what response Swati was going to give, when the doorbell rang.

‘Hello Mr. Raghavan! Please come in. Sunder, you too’ invited Raman, ‘I hope you are here with some great news for us.’

‘Hello everyone!’ greeted Raghavan. ‘As we were telling you my daughter was a bit embarrassed to tell out in front of everyone that she liked Mr. Kiran. After you people left, she did accept that she liked Mr. Kiran and that we can proceed with this marriage proposal’

‘That is a great news. So we are going to be related now’, said Raman.

Kiran was listening and was very happy to hear that.

Raghavan addressed Ammu, ‘Mami, I had gone to our astrologer this morning. He has said that the match is wonderful as apparently, there is a match 9 of the 10 requirements in their horoscope’

Kiran did not care about the horoscope and the match. He was very particular that, when it came to marriage, he should share similar views and thoughts with his future wife. Their hearts and minds had to match.

Raghavan continued, ‘there is a good day the coming week. I thought that, if you also consult your astrologer, we could probably have the engagement the coming week. What do you say Mami?’

‘Well, Mama, I don’t believe in all these astrology and stuff. I believe in the union of hearts and minds and not horoscopes. If you have consulted your astrologer and if you are satisfied, that would be fine with me. I am sure my sons will agree to this. We can go ahead and have the engagement ceremony next week.’

Looking at Kiran, Ammu asked, ‘Will that be okay with you Kiran?’

‘Yes Amma’, Kiran replied. He was thinking in his mind, ‘Amma, is this even a question to ask? I already said yes’

Kiran was very happy. The joy in his heart was shown very clearly on his face too. He started dreaming. It was going to be a new life with a new person. He liked Swati very much. He was ready to adjust himself for her sake. He was also confident that she too would adjust herself and mingle with his family well.

Poor Kiran, he was not aware about his future then. He was not aware that a day would come very shortly when there will just be pandemonium in his heart and his mind a smorgasbord. Probably, this is what the elders have said, ‘Love is blind; maybe deaf and dumb too’

‘Mami, what about the other matters that need to be discussed?’

‘Mama, if you are referring to dowry and things like that, I am not a person who is interested in all that. God has given us enough and my sons are in a good position today. So, we do not need anything from you. I have not taken any dowry from my Geeta and so will be the case with Swati. You can do whatever you would like for your daughter.‘

Ammu continued, ‘My only request is that the marriage should be conducted in a decent manner.’

‘That is absolutely no problem Mami. We will arrange for a grand marriage. Can we fix the date for the engagement?’

‘You can go ahead.’

‘Mr. Raman, I will give you a call tomorrow and confirm the engagement date’

‘Fine’

‘I think we will take leave now. You know, it is daughters marriage and therefore there will be a lot of work to complete and various things to handle.’

‘Mama, just one more thing; I want you to give me a photograph of Swati. I need to send it to my daughter Tara in Kerala. She will not be able to make it for the engagement. I want her to see her brothers’ fiancée.’

‘I will send the photograph through Sunder probably tomorrow itself. So, see you all soon.’

‘I will wait for your call tomorrow’, said Raman.

Kiran’s excitement had no bounds. Dreaming about his future, he was floating on Cloud Nine.

Little did he know, of what was going to strike him…

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Vicky was waiting at home for his uncle. Kiran was only ten years old when Vicky was born. As there was very little age difference between Kiran and Vicky, they were very close to each other and were more like friends than Uncle and Nephew. They discussed everything under the sun and about everyone with no shame or fear of retribution.

Vicky and Kiran shared common views in most of the topics and their tastes were very similar. They were partners in crime; in everything – be it watching a movie missing school and work or ogling at the friendly neighbourhood girls or purely gossiping about one and all.

That day Vicky had wanted to accompany his uncle to have a look at the prospective bride for his Uncle. Unfortunately, he had an important Chemistry laboratory class that he could not afford to miss; Chemistry had always been a nightmare for him. Though he was physically in the classroom, all through the class, his mind was with Kiran. In fact he had already seen a picture of Swati and she seemed to be very simple and elegant. Still, he wanted to meet her in person.

Vicky returned home around half past five in the evening. He had a quick shower and ate the idly’s kept for him. After eating, he went to the terrace to study.

Terrace was a peaceful haven to study. It was really a great fun to study in the open air. Also, the terrace was the place where he could have a lot of secret fun – looking at the strangers and neighbours. Vicky unabashedly looked at the girls and commented on their style and demeanour to Kiran. Vicky also loved to strike a conversation with Anita, the girl that lived in the opposite house, for he had a secret crush on her.

Vicky did not see Anita that day. The sky was slowly greying. Though his eyes were gazing at the printed text that talked about the aromatic structure of Benzene and how the famous scientist Kekule discovered its structure, his mind refused to register anything. Kekule dreamt of a snake trying to catch its own tail and he proposed the circular structure of Benzene. Vicky was just wondering as to what could be happening at Ms. Swati’s home. He was straining to read as it had become darker now. He went down and switched on his study lamp.

He came back to his study and once again tried to concentrate on the aromatic structure of Benzene. He was startled, by the buzzing of the calling bell. The time was around half past seven. He knew that it was Kiran and others who have returned from Swati’s home. He rushed downstairs to open the door.

‘Hey Kiran! How is my new Aunt? Did you speak to her “alone”? How did you find her? Interesting?’

‘Vicky, how do you expect him to answer all at once? Why don’t you give him some time to breathe? Anyway, he is going to tell you everything…’ said Ammu.

‘Yes my dear Granny! I know that, but still, I am all excited to know ALL that happened today. Kiran, lets go upstairs to the terrace. We shall talk for sometime and then I will continue with my Chemistry lesson.’

Kiran and Vicky went to the terrace.

Geeta and Ammu went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Raman switched on the television. He was very much interested in hearing the News telecast by the popular Tamil channel, Sun TV.

‘Amma, Swati says that she is an assistant professor in the college. But, the fact that she did not speak at all was really surprising for me. Only God knows what she teaches in the college. You know Amma, she was giving all her replies in monosyllables. Well let us see.’

‘In fact Geeta, I was very surprised by the fact that she did not seem to be have any enthusiasm about this proposal. I don’t know, if it was just my imagination’.

And their conversation diversified into various topics – their regular work; who are all the people, who need to be invited, if this alliance worked out; when to fix the marriage date, et al.

Kiran and Vicky spoke for about an hour. Vicky was listening to his uncle with a lot of interest. He listened to each and every word spoken by Kiran. Kiran told about the meeting of Swati; his talk with her at the terrace; the food they ate at her house; about a friend of Swati, her likes and dislikes.

Vicky felt a glitch somewhere. He was not able to identify it. He was not even able to tell as to what he felt was wrong in the entire conversation that he had with Kiran. He raked his brain for sometime. He was not able to figure it out. There certainly was something that was pinching him.

Vicky thought that it was all him; he was just imagining vague things and was over analyzing the sequence of events. He wanted to forget the very fact that he was feeling uneasy about something.

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‘Did you like the girl?’ Ammu whispered into Kiran’s ears.

‘Amma, I would like to talk to that girl first.’ Kiran whispered back. Then turning to Raghavan, he asked, ‘Sir, can I speak to your daughter, alone?’

‘Of course Mr. Kiran! There is no hassle in that. Swati, take Mr. Kiran to the terrace, so that you could speak to each other alone. That would help you to know each other better.’

Swati led Kiran to the terrace.

Raman, Ammu’s eldest son continued his conversation with Raghavan. ‘.. We are three in our family. Our elder sister is in Kerala with her husband and a son. I am the second one. I have a son. He is doing his degree final year. Actually, he has got some lab practical class today and so was not able to accompany. Kiran is the youngest in the house. He was born here in Hyderabad after we moved here from the village in Kerala. Hence, his name has the Hyderabadi influence. And, there is a lot of age difference between us. We are a closely knit family and would like to remain in the joint family even after Kiran’s wedding.’

For Raman, Raghavan seemed to be an interesting character. Sunder, Raghavan’s son, joined their conversation, every now and then. Kaveri, the beautiful wife of Raghavan, went into the kitchen to look into the next set of activities that needed her attention.

‘I liked this girl. She is so simple for a modern girl. Look, she is not at all very pompous. There is not even any make-up on her face. Just, so simple. And, she has even applied oil on her hair. I feel, she will be the best match for Kiran.’ – Ammu murmured to Geeta, her daughter-in-law.

‘As they say, the first impression is the best impression, Amma I too liked this girl. She looks just simple and great’, said Geeta. She whispered at a very low tone – ‘But, did you notice one thing Amma, this girl has not gotten the beauty of her mother’.

‘Yes! Yes! But, she is certainly good looking too…’

In about a half hours’ time, Kiran and Swati came down. Kiran told his mother and brother that he liked the girl. The same way, he wanted to know Swati’s opinion.

Geeta volunteered. ‘Did you like our Kiran, Swati?’

There was no response. Swati’s head was bent towards the floor. ‘You don’t have to feel bad or embarrassed, Swati. We would like to know your opinion too’, told Ammu.

Still there was no response. Kaveri plunged in to rescue her daughter. ‘Probably she is a bit embarrassed to accept that she has liked Kiran. Isn’t it said that silence is acceptance? Take her silence as acceptance’.

Ammu started, ‘But..’.

Raman interrupted Ammu by saying ‘Don’t force her, Amma. Let her take some time. Also, what Mami says, sounds fine. Swati, probably, you could tell about your liking to your parents, later’.

There was no response again. Swati, lifted herself up and walked inside..

‘Yes Mr. Raman. I will speak to our Astrologer and come over to your place tomorrow. Then we can decide on the other things’, said Raghavan.

‘That’s absolutely fine. I think we will take leave of you now. Amma, shall we leave?’

After the traditional formalities of exchanging the betel leaves and the more important kumkum to the ladies, Kiran, Ammu and others left Raghavan’s house.

While on their way back, though everyone wondered as to why Swati did not speak at all and just walked away inside, nobody dared to discuss that further…

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