ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Rapt Belongingness

Love.... is deemed to be a cure, a medicament though its sideeffects are inevitable yet the memories of beloved are the only available panacea for the person who had lost love in lifespan.

With both Arvind and Anirudh being gone for their work very early that too before she woke.. had already made her morning dull, cheerless in the new city moreover enduring Batuk's tantrums was turning her mad.
"Hey Durga Ma..." she sighed taking both their cups to wash.

"Tring Tring.. Tring Tring... Tring..."

The ring of the pitch green coloured aged telephone made her smile assuming it to be her Barrister babu.

She grinned fancying just like her, he too was desperate to have a word with her. "Mere... biristra babu..."

Wiping her wets hands with her saree, rushed and picking up bawled promptly,  "Barrister babu... abb yaad ayee apni patni ki.." not knowing the caller.

Her heart wished to hear him once, just once as it would fuel her for the day.

But was taken back when the caller huffed out breath, it was quiet obvious for her to savvy.
"Bondita.. Meri bachi...." Sumathi wailed.

"Maa... tu." She squealed in merry as if her day had got brighter suddenly.

"Haan.. meri bachi." Her mother's tone changed, content.

After minutes of the mother daughter duo having their hearty conversation, her eyes began to shred at the awful news revealed by her mother. "Maa.."

She clutched the receiver on her chest and tried to glance if in case... but she was too late.
She turned to the whimpers at back and at once left the receiver to fall down carelessly.
"Nahi... Batuk... woh. Woh.." she stammered fearing him.

Batuk's eyes and his trembling body had hinted her of the dreadly outcome.
It scared her.

"Aye.. Ay. Ayesha...," Batuk weakly mumbled.
Her fear rising, helpless, "Batuk.. Nahi."

She stepped towards him in an attempt only for him to back.

She anxiously stepped and he backed. Shooking his head, tumbling, and mumbling few inaudible words rushed towards his room.
He was demented.

She too darted to him only for him to shut the doors 'dang' on her face, she might have hurt herself in the time yet least cared about it.

"Bang..Bang. Bang Bang Bang. " she knocked the door rapidly with all force.

And as minutes passed she could hear some noises, along with Batuk's cries.
More than the clank-clatter-clangs, his hoarse throaty wail was petrifying her.

"Batuk, Batuk..." she tried only to fall on his deaf ears.
His clamoured bellow was growing.

She herself was all shaking yet gaining courage, walked to the verandah.

Tugging her saree end shoved it inside, exhaling a breathe hurled the wooden roller on the glass window, it shattered into pieces after multiple failed attmepts.
Though still few sharp pieces were attached to its edges, unbothered hoped inside getting her elbows scratched.

"Huh.." she let out.
It was a sight of horror, he looked tarnished.

She saw the room all cluttered with its window screens torn, bedspread rumpled, books muddled down and pieces of the broken vase... all disrupt.

Her eyes caught him, very frowzy with his tousled hair, shirt buttons ripped, straggly on the floor with his eyes red and wet.
Constantly murmuring, he looked inconsolable drowning in the depths of agony.
Divulging himself in great affliction,
Lying almost lifeless.
"Ayesha... Ayesha...." weak whispers.