Yahan pe sofa rakhenge, she said excitedly, opening up her arms as wide as possible. Then, rushing towards the other side of the room, she said, aur yahan hoga... She fell silent trying to think of the word. It was right at the tip of her tongue, refusing to come out... and just like that first rain drop rushing down from the clouds to kiss the parched Earth, the word dropped from her mouth, madulr kitchen, she smiled, proud and ecstatic. Her husband, standing behind her, laughed at his over-excited wife who continued on. Kitta ucha hain na yeh! Baap re... neeche dekho sab chinti jaise lag rahe hai. Daudti bhagti cham-cham battiyon wali chintiyan, she said clapping. He smiled at his innocent wife and her innocent dreams. Hailing from a smaller than small town, both of them had never seen a high-rise apartment. Work had brought him here and he had called for her soon after. Now, years of hard work later, they were finally standing in almost-finished 16th floor apartment looking at the sunset. Kitti garmi hain na... hum A.C. bhi lagayenge, haina? She untucked the end of her pallu from her dusky waist and wiped her forehead. Sab karenge. Par pehle tere liye nayi sari lenge, he said and went and stood next to her. She laid her head on her shoulder, kab banega apna ghar? He kissed her forehead; but before he could respond, someone elses voice echoed in the empty room. Ap logon ka romance khatam ho gaya ho toh thoda kaam kar le! Both of them shifted away and turned to see their supervisor standing at the empty doorway. Yeh paththar tera baap aake uthayega! Chal kaam kar! Then he looked at his wife, tu kya khadi hoke ghoor rahi hai... chal ja neeche cement utha! Ja! With their heads bent down, dragging tired legs behind them, and taking their dreams in their eyes, they started walking, slowly. Jaldi, bahut Jaldi, he whispered to his wife who smiled a sad smile.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 09:25:16 +0000
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