ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Her Insurgence

The water dripping from pot filled the adjacent one, tied atop also around its neck and with its ongoing drops as the adjacent one filled, its purpose began by spilling the drops down one, two, three. And once the drops touched her forehead one by one eyes opened rapidly with a glance outside observing still being dawn, breathed relief but only for a moment.

In hasten, cleaning her legs hands face with same water, removing the worn clothes roughly and draping the bottle green chiffon flower printed saree with red matching blouse. Stuffing all the scattered into a sack hiding it, making a red dot on forehead using her finger and thus sliding the sling bag on her, locked the doors to caress it once and paced up not before glancing back.

On way, being a young maiden in her late teens galloped as her pallu and free hair flew tuningly, maintaining the pace jumped and pulled thin branch of the neem tree and began to crunch with a grinding sound also with the help of water from bag rinsed and washed her mouth clean, darted the way towards the village accompanied by soothe breeze by shaking leaves, chime of early birds, slowly rising brightness and warmth of the rising Sun.

Once into the village with people hear and there, hiding partially continued hurriedly by pulling out the gold ornaments bangles jumkhas chain nosepin one by one adorning her all the way, drawing the mouchoir tied her hair briskly leaving the curled ones aside, pausing a minute took of her sandals to carry it with her hand, streaked and promptly stopped taking a deep breath, gaped above and pulled the string hid at corner after which flung down a rope using which climbed to her room in first floor, on catching the rims of the window with one hand and the other rubbing her foot harshly wiping off the dirt as aside stood the neem tree for support.

She could hear the noises blazing slowly towards the room, conscious of her less time hoped in correctly as the door of the room was pushed open with a bang.

It was minor brat of the Chakraborthy's, her brother wearing the ironed shirt  perfectly crushed with pariel trousers and watch of his age on his left hand dangling while he showed his forefinger accusingly on his only elder sister who was still in the hoping position fixed to ground. And there his tantrums began complaining her to his parents who stood just behind him looking upset.

Over the years, Sumathi mother of two had grown hairs along side being draped the heavy benarasi saree in bengali style enhanced her beauty while Rajeev in his casuals had started wearing specs adding more magnitude to his nature.

It was then she blinked a few times, gulping hard because well aware of the consequences of her actions if known. It was the least she expected as her swollen eyes void of sleep shut in fear, heard the footsteps approaching.

Stood up battling her thick lashes, her almond eyes shining in contrast to her dense long tress which fell on her hip, her sharp nose aural ears plumpy lips hued in light shade of red, the curls on either side of face inflating, her hands and feet unsoiled, her saree though squashed was good on her. Overall looked engaging and more chirpy than l in her childhood.

Rajeev, her father eyed her to sit on the bed and as he himself sat beside, being tired began "Sumathi, bahut hogaya abb aur nahi. Hume kuch toh karna hi hoga iss vishay mein yese hi shararathi nahi chalegi har roz."

To which her eyes widened fearing their decision while her brother passed a naughty grin arousing her anger more.

Annoyingly, Sumathi replied "kya keh rahe hai aap subah se? Muje kuch samaj nahi aarahe. Kya horahe yehan?"

Staring at his only sister, the brat spoke "Dev, Dev Chakraborty hoon. Mere ankon se kuch nahi chuptha."

Vexed at the conduct, Rajeev firmly said  "sambhalo, apne bete ko. Agar yesehi shaitani ki na, teek nahi hoga uske liye. Zara dekho meri beti ko kitni masum hai, ek toh pure raat apni pariksha ke liye padne ki wajah se teek se sohyi nahi aur subah ache se vyaayam kar rahi hai. Aur tera yeh beta ilzaam laga hi jarahe hai uspe."