Once Again..

‘Enough’, she said and stormed out of the room.

The ongoing discussions about the same topic had made her brain stagnant. She was not willing to discuss the same thing again and again. She went to the living room and sat on the couch by taking her legs over it and folding them. She was furious and started breathing faster. The control was gradually lost and her eyes were filled up with tears. She started crying. Kishore, her husband, was still sitting in the bedroom. He was not very keen to talk with her. The usual topic of his family members and the way she should behave in front of them was difficult for him to confer either. He was always convinced with her justifications but he was too attached to his family and wanted her to follow certain traditions for them. Though she was not earning, she was the one who lived with her own thinking. She was not that educated but was sure about the difference in right and wrong. She had always followed her heart and then she was doing the same thing. She was still crying thinking about the pre-marriage love-life. She was unable to believe to see how much was he changed. She was still weeping. He sat back on the bed and closed his eyes. He was sandwiched between the two parties. He had utmost respect for his parents and an infinite amount of love for Anandita, his wife. Meanwhile, she had gotten up from the couch and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for herself, only for herself. The thoughts were crowded in her mind. As soon as the tea was made, she filled up the cup with it and went straight to the balcony. The view from the balcony was her favorite. The swimming pool and a series of coconut trees around it were used to catch her eye. The hills, far away from her locality but still visible from her balcony were always treat for eyes. The weather was awesome. The wind was mild and she could hear the chirping of the Nightingale. As she lifted the cup and had a sip of tea, she felt the touch on her shoulder. He was there. He was there to persuade her. This time she had decided that she would not listen to the regular explanation from him. She was not keen. This had happened multiple times and she was not going to forgive him that time. She kept the cup on the provision on the side of the balcony. She held the bar in front of her with both her hands. Kishore was noticing all her moves. She had not, even once, looked at him. It was a difficult task but he was ready to try his best and show her how much he admired her. He held her by her wrist. She was quick to push his hand aside and move to the other side of the balcony. The wind had started moving faster. Her dupatta was flowing with the air and touching him who had again followed her and stood behind her. Then he tried to cover her from both the sides, by keeping his both hands by the side of her both hands. His face was exactly over her shoulder, but he didn’t dare to touch her. She felt his move and shifted again to the other side of balcony, reaching her cup of tea. She too was enjoying it. She was not ready to forgive him and still she was expecting that he should run after her to ask for forgiveness. She was an informal boss of the house and thus same was reflecting from her behavior. He had understood her motive and he was fine to cajole her until she would smile. Then he stood by her side in the similar way as she was standing, exactly copying her. She was way smarter than any other girl. She changed her posture, thus challenging him to do the same thing. She had taken her hands away from the bar and had folded her legs. She had not yet looked at him once. However, she could notice his moves from the corner of her eyes. He copied her as she had expected. Meanwhile, the wind had started flowing in full speed. The clouds were gathered and there were strong chances of having rains.

‘Let’s go inside. It will rain soon’, said worried Kishore.

There was a silence and that was an indication for Kishore that she did not want to talk with him.

‘Anandita, I am sorry. Let’s sit inside and discuss. I didn’t want to hurt you’, he explained once again.

She still didn’t respond.

The rain started pouring. She wanted to feel it. She moved her face towards the sky, welcoming and receiving the rains. Her eyes were closed.

There was a smile on her face. She spread her hands, with her palms facing the sky. Kishore was seeing her. His job was done by rains. He went close to her, held her at her waist and gently kissed her on her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at him. The smile disappeared from her face. She was not ready to forgive him. He pulled her closer to him and again kissed her on her lips, that time more passionately. She had unknowingly put her hands on his shoulders. She was pleased not because of rains, but because her love of life had taken efforts to wheedle her. She was content because he was not changed. She was happy because her happiness was still his priority. She was exultant because the only person who was her world still had the same feelings for her. Being into his arms was the best feeling in the world for her. Kishore could read from her eyes that she had forgiven him. He realized that smile was not on her face but she was smiling in her heart. He kept looking at her for some time. She was same since years, a girl with righteous actions. She had never cared whom she was fighting with; he was in love with her because of the kind of courage, to oppose wrong, she had possessed. He smiled from his heart. His deep dimple was evident that he was walking on the air. Their love was grown. Every fight had made them closer to each other and this one was not an exception. He held her tight and lifted her. She smiled. She spread her hands again, pulled her legs backside upward and faced the sky. She was happy and then laughing. He too was laughing. They were in love once again with a stronger bond this time. They had found each other once again…