Thursday, August 30, 2012

Home (Short Story): Part One






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Geeta’s frown deepened to see Shankar playing in the river near her house, bare from the waist up. She called him and Shankar ran immediately.

“How many times I’ve told you not to go there?”

Shanku advanced towards home without answering. As they reached a mud house, their home, open door enraged Geeta.

 “Can’t you shut the door, if you go out?” Geeta asked.

“I did that.”

“Then who opened the door?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where is Kajri?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you know then?”

Shankar ran outside in search of Kajri. Sometimes Geeta feels insecure as some of her male neighbors come to her place every now and then, making frivolous excuses.  Sometimes, the saying that “it is difficult for a woman, to live without any support” seems factual to her.

After a while, Shankar returned with his goat, Kajri, in his lap. “You know Gopi and his friends were teasing her.” Shankar said stroking Kajri affectionately.

“You are getting very naughty these days Shanku. You should take care of home and Kajri when I am not home. You are not a kid now.” Geeta said and busied herself in the kitchen, a corner of the house.

Fulfilling daily needs was a challenge for Geeta and her son’s upbringing her main priority. Nine years old, Shankar was unfortunate, as he had not seen his father. His father, Bhola died one month before Shankar was born. It is quite easy to understand, how difficult it would have been to endure such dreadful situation, for a woman, in that condition. But Geeta endured, she had to, for her coming baby. Since then Geeta was struggling alone.

Summer was at its peak. Sun shone violently making days exhausting. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the arrival of downpour.

One fine day, some pieces of cloud were found scattered in the sky and thus smile scattered on the faces. Clouds grew darker. Wind blown pleasantly and thirst of parched earth quenched finally.
Smiles broadened.  Drops of rain gave freshness and relief from the torture of the aggressive sun. Children were taking shower in rain. They splashed rainwater, chuckled, and floated paper boats.

It is said that excess of anything is bad. 4-5 days elapsed and it rained steadily. Now it started to trouble everyone. However, Geeta had to set off for her work everyday. Her mud house has become a complete mess. Tiled roof of her home started to leak from many portions. She put utensils and buckets to catch the drops. They used to sit at a corner of their house all day and night.

That night looked much darker. Violent raindrops were sputtering on the roof. It was squalling outside. Shankar slept quietly but Geeta could not. Her heart was throbbing with unknown fear. Was it a prelude to a disaster?


To be continued...






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8 Comments:

Green Speck said...

A good start ... waiting for next chapter :-)

Tarang Sinha said...

Glad you liked it. Thank you!:)

irene @ inspiration.from.the.little.things said...

that was a beautiful story! Geeta does sound like she is going through a lot yet she remains strong. looking forward to the next chapter <3 :-)

Rhythm said...

waiting for the next part.. :)

Me said...

Excellent narration...you have give an interesting start and left at a point where the readers will get more intrigued...waiting for the next part!

Tarang Sinha said...

@ Irene, Rhythm, Me: I'm so glad you liked it. Thank you very much!:)

Sri Valli said...

Beautiful narration Tarang....I loved how you described the beauty of rain....

rudraprayaga said...

Touching story,Tarang.

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