ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Unaided Scar

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Two weeks had passed with that and she waned distancing from her heart her beloved husband who is staying in his own office due to the work load, and also being distanced from her father who had rushed to Lahore for work.

Trying to do the difficult task solely, Batuk cried, "Kya hai boudi? Yese kya pad rahi ho akbar mein yehan aakar iss application fill karne me madad karo na..."

Seeing his unperturbed boudi, he squealed, "Boudi, boudiii."

With her gaze still on the headlines of the Calcutta Gazette, asked "Haan, haan. Kya Batuk kya keh rahe ho?"

In irk Batuk whined, "Yese kya hi pad rahi thi tum akbar mein pehle woh bataou?"

"Yeh dekho na, yeh female Barrister ne akele ladkar do insaan ko jail bejwadiya. Janthe ho kyun? Kyunki un dono ne ek ladki ko sati karvadiya. Afsos iss baat ki hai ki woh dono koi paraya nahi the, woh us ladki ka baap aur sasoor hi the..." she apprised him.

Looking at his unsettled boudi, "Kya boudi? Barrister banne wali ho, yesa cases tuje abb roj dekhne ko milega. Aur tu.."

"Haan par pata nahi kyun yeh female Barrister muje patibabu ki bathon ko yaad dila rahi hai." She blurted out.

Now being aware of her fedgety, Batuk asked, "Wese naam kya hai us female Barrister ki?"

"Hamasalveni Mandol," she replied though was awed and happy at her boldness was equally anxious too.

Drifting his boudi's attention Batuk reminded her, "Boudi abb hume nikalna hoga warna application submit karne mein der ho jayega."

Keeping the paper aside, got up "Haan, chalo." With that both the youngsters climbed the cart to reach their colleges.

Inside the Ripon College, the privileged building in Bengal Presidency British India, unable to withstand the scorching early morning Sun, "Mera toh itna asaani se ho gaya par dekho na tera toh itna bada queue lag gayi." Batuk spoke in pique.

"Koi baat nahi. Tum yehi ruko mein submit karke athi hoon." She assured him.

Submitting her application, wiping off the sweat with her pallu was returning and as few people dashed slipped and fell on the muddy ground.
She wailed, "Aha ha ahgr!"

Running to her knelt down and upped her concerned Batuk asked, "Boudiii, tum teek ho na. Kuch huha toh nahi? Is logon ko tho mein.." and bellowed at the mass, "Arey andhey ho gaye kya sab..."

Bondita hushed him instantly, "Batuk, chodo. Mein teek hoon, kuch nahi huha."

"Firbhi, tuje gira diya in logon ko tho mein.." Batuk, incensed.
"Shayad jaldhi me honge sab. Hume der ho rahi hai, Chalo gar chalthey." She distracted her furied devar.

And that time she realised this anger should have been hereditary, all one. Mad at even silly matters, chukled inside.

"Boudi agar dada hothe toh zaroor inn logon ko sabak sikathe," Batuk griped and she nudged, "Par tum Batuk ho na, abb chal."

"Batuk dekh kya rahe ho? Chalo na.." she prompted.

He asked adruptly, "Subah tumne jiska naam liya woh kya tha? Hamasalveni Mandol hai na?"

"Haan kyun?" And as he gestured saw the female Barrister answering the exuberant journalists.

The female Barrister looked more appealing in just a tula saree and a hair bun with less bibelot sparkled admist the odd crowd and the burning Sun.