The Bangals

Part 3: That night

"Riya?? I dont think my voice is loud enough" i just mumble.

The room is really well decorated expect that dressing table. All the stuffs , combs everything was spread here and there in that table. The mirror was covered by dust. A thick layer of dust. really!. And there was a nice well framed picture of her mother. She was really a beautiful lady. Bright face, long hair, beautiful eyes. I was starring at that picture for 10mints. This is called the natural beauty I guess.

I was standing in front of the bed and was deciding to call Riya or not. She was laid down like a giant. Hihihi!! I was smiling silently. Suddenly uncle enter the room and shouted

" Riya wake up.!! look Rini didi standing and you went to sleep without waiting for her. Its really bad manners Riya".

Uncle is a gentle man. She loves her wife so much that is why he could not think about his second marriage .

"Its ok Uncle" I said.

"No its not.. How can she did this on your first day in our house" uncle replied .

"Sorry Rini Di" Riya apologise.

Then uncle leave the room and Riya give me a space and locked the door.

"Aunty was so beautiful right??" I asked.

"Yes she was..my mother was the most beautiful woman in hooghly" she screamed like a little baby.

"Is it your mother's bangals?" I asked.

"Yess ...its her. And I like to wear it all the time" she replied.
There is single gold bangal on each hand of Riya.
I just smiled at her and went to sleep because I need to wake up early.

That was 1.15am and my eyes were  starring at the ceiling . I know this was happening because the new place , unknown smell of air. I was awaken like an Owl. So I forced to close my eyes and suddenly I heard something.

I was laying just opposite of that dressing table and Riya was beside me.

I heard like someone working in front of that dressing table. May be cleaning the dust or placing every stuff to its own place and the sound. The sound of bangals. The continue sound of bangals just like the sound of bangals of my Mammam when she working or roaming here and there in the room.
First I thought it must be Riya . She also wear two bangals so I first turned to Riya .
But no. Her two hands at lightyears distance. Then I turned to the dressing table. And as usual there was no sound and no one .

"This is awkward" I said.

"This may be the result of long journey and the tiredness. " I thought .
So I back to the position . But no wait!!!
The sound , it is still continue. I cover my both ears and fall asleep.

Next morning I observe the table very well just like Sherlock Holmes , but nothing left its position. The mess and the dust.