Anirudh closed the door of his room.His trembled and still he dragged himself till his cupboard. He opened it and took out a box wrapped in protective layer of paper. He peeled the layers away and looked at the tape recorder.
He pressed a button. Her voice soft melodious took him into lane of memories.
FLASHBACK
He dragged himself on the stairs, tiredness of the day taking toll on him. When he went Calcutta to attend meeting of Barrister association he had thought there would be productive discussion to come out with way to tackle shady british laws so that interest of Indians could be protected. However agenda of the meeting was completely different. All of them were eager to prove their loyalty towards British empire and they gathered to contemplate ways how would they convince the British empire that they were not part of freedom struggle. And since Anirudh was the one to corporate with Britishers foe annulment of Child marriage, they had assumed that he looked down on Indian culture and wanted 'progressive'Britishers to rule India.
After participating in meaningless and humiliating meeting, his head was already bursting with pain.On the top of that train was delayed for hours , resulting into his late night arrival
Though he knew that one person would be still waiting for her yet he was surprised when he heard her faint melodious voice falling on her ears.
Without wasting another, he switched on tape recorder that he had bought today for her.He walked noiselessly towards his room from where the voice was coming.
On the other hand, Bondita was sitting near the window from where she could see major part of village. Though ignoring the blissful scenario of field, flowers or even moon, Her eyes were fixed on the roof of a small hut, particularly on a couple.The man brushed aside hair strands of the woman while she looked down with shy smile. She turned around to go while the man held her hand and pulled her towards him. The woman looked around afraid that someone might see but the man cared less as he held her hands wrapping his fingers around her.
Unknown to her, a smile formed on her lips. The thought- unguarded , unwanted like a bold thief - crawled into her mind. A wish that she shouldn't made. A dream that she shouldn't see. And yet she dreamt.
"Baawra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna" She teared her gaze from the couple
." Baawra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna" Her voice filled the room with soft melody.
Baawre Se Mann Ki Dekho
Baawri Hain Baatein
She walked away from the door, her saree shuffling slightly with each step.
Baawre Se Mann Ki Dekho
Baawri Hain Baatein
Baawri Si Dhadkaane Hain,
Baawri Hain Saansein
She lied on the bed , resting her head on the headboard, oblivious from the presence of Anirudh just outside the door.
Baawri Si Karwaton Se,
Nindiya Door Bhaage
She turned towards the window, looking at it with longing in her eyes.
Baawre Se Nain Chaahe,
Baawre Jharokhon Se,
Baawre Nazaaron Ko Takna.
Baawra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.He was surprised by the stillness of her voice as if the words carried more depth than he wanted to understand. When he thought that he could stepped in and surprise her from his presence and from the her voice recorded in the new machine,she continued.
"Bawre Se Is Jahan Mein Bawra Ek Saath Ho
Is Sayaani Bheed Main Bas
Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho"
She turned towards his photo looking at it with quite longing. She sat up, holding his photo on her hand, her bangles jingling from her movement.
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FanfictionPATI BABU!!!!. Her loud voice,filled with terror and pain rings in his ears .He looks up , only to find himself in the middle of the ocean , surrounded by the debris of wrecked ship, debris of his broken dream. "BONDITA" He shouted aloud, carrying...
