The Pact between us both

The last Letter

Deb left very soon. Even though he took a months time- it felt so to Charu due to his eagerness to leave as early as possible and the chaos of a large family. Though all the family members loved their little bride , she felt like a bird that was caged up and shown to the public by proud owners who pretended to know her and dictate her personality.

She wrote letters to her husband. Every week, sometimes more often, sometimes a little less- all by the river-side staircase. She had chosen the ever present river to be the wiitness of her obedience and sense of duty. The River responded by being silent and flowing calmly as if she was silenced by a Great fear

But she received some too. Mostly from friends from her girlish days- a few from her relations and rarely from her husband. But she dared not ask for more- lest her husband may be overburdened with responsibilities.

Months passed. The letters decreased in numbers- her friends forgot her, her relatives were assured of her new home and her well-being and Deb became more and more studious- or so she thought. The letters from Deb stopped altogether- with a last letter telling that his exams had commenced and he was terribly busy. It also said that he would soon return home- in two months time.

A smile escaped her still girlish face. She rushed to inform this to her in-laws who too rejoiced at that vague piece of intelligence- indeed, that was all you could expect from a loved one far away in that era.

They all waited anxiously for him to return home and finally take charge of his own life and his little wife.