"Trust me, if you stop thinking about your bruises, they stop troubling you too!" Maa laughed to herself, but I had turned a deaf ear to her pleas, focusing on treating her burnt hand.
"No matter how deep a wound is, it's best to forget it." Her voice turned grim, catching my attention. Softly rubbing her hands, I responded, "No Maa. These wounds if not treated well, end up becoming a constant aspect of your life. Something you can never get rid of."
We had a habit of talking in between the lines. This was one of the many instances.
"At least spit this anger today...for me?" She pleaded, not wanting to ruin any of our moods. I forced a convincing smile to which she relaxed.
"There's so much to do...we've to get everything ready for the Puja..let me handle this.." She suggested, finding ways to work.
"You wait, Maa, I'll do the work." I stopped her, not letting her escape this time. Taking matters into my hand, with my coat in one arm and phone in the other hand, I signaled my driver to rev the engine.
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"Dev and Jiji talk as if they're the only ones who faced the pain. As if you were busy vacationing in America. They didn't even bother mentioning you." Mamiji's taunt reached my ears.
"Only those are mentioned who hold some significance, no one even cared about me." I retorted, agreeing to her statements. At times I felt she was the only soul who understood what I went through....what I'm going through everyday.
"What have I done in life? Apart from sacrificing my right to education for two young sisters?" I questioned rhetorically.
"I feel you, Neha." She tried to comfort me by sitting next to me. "I remember how much you've done for your sisters." Mamiji was the only one who appreciated me for what I sacrificed. Because this house felt like it belonged to Dev Bhai and his divine mother. I was a tenant being tolerated by the owners.
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Descending down the stairs in a hurry, I managed to wear my simple danglings and notice the repeated caller on Dada's phone. It was Dev Dixit again! How annoying could these rich people be!
"Pick the call, Sona!" Dada reprimanded, barging through the door. I seemed least interested in the so-called important phone call, and allowed him to do the needful.
"Hello, Dev Babu!" His tone changed to a cheerful one, ready to attend to his client.
"This is why I wasn't picking up." I intervened. "You're client definitely isn't well mannered. Have you heard the way he speaks? Far from polite!" I ranted. Sourabh Dada covered his phone screen, trying to hide my comments--rather complaints--against his important client.
"Your client has anger management issues!" I purposefully raised my voice, audible enough for Mr. Rude Dixit to hear.
Ignoring Dada's signals I suggested, "He should eat bottle gourds, it'll help."
"Are you mad or what?" Dada retaliated, louder than me. "Do you have any idea who you're talking about?" His voice turned into a whisper.
"Must be a rich throb, who speaks less to show off his arrogance." I assumed, shrugging.
"By the way, covering the phone screen won't help. The microphone is located underneath." I shared some free advice to which he moved frantically.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, Dev Babu, you were saying?" Dada's apologies were left unheard.
"Look at what you did!"
"By the way, have fun looking for the sweets you very cunningly hid." With a burst of laughter, I left him search and complain over my actions.
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The preparations were in full swing, with people carrying necessary equipment from one end to the other.
"Jiji, Neha's would-be in-laws are on their way. Trust me, they'll be dazzled to see whom they've joined relations with after seeing Dev's house!" Radha Rani Bhabhi beamed with joy to which I smiled.
"We'll commence with the Puja as soon as they arrive. Bhaiya, you and Bhabhi can conduct it, after all, couples are supposed to do so." I suggested eagerly.
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"I told you to send the keys to the garage! You still haven't done so!" I absentmindedly infuriated at the caller, hands covered with items needed for the Puja. When suddenly, I bumped into something--or someone-- that caused some kind of rainfall; or flourfall. Smeared in flour, my anger raised beyond limits, and I scrutinized my eyes to recognize the person who dared to come in my way.
"Hello?! Can't you see while walking?" A female voice cleared from the clouds of flour, enraging me even further.
"If you can't walk properly, learn to sit at home!" She taunted immediately. Definitely she wasn't one with manners.
"Excuse me Ma'am, if you can't talk, then learn to keep quiet!" I was ready with a comeback. I could see her nose flair in anger, but I wasn't someone who would give in.
We both crouched down to take our things as she spoke again, "Say sorry."
"Ma'am, it was your fault!" I dusted my coat, trying to get rid of flour she had very genuinely spilled.
"This was a front-facing accident, I didn't barge into you from behind. Where were you lost?" She defended herself by bombarding me with questions.
As I recollected my bags, she noticed my phone and assumed, "Oh, so you were talking to your girlfriend?"
"You're interfering into my personal life here." I warned.
"So much anger for your girlfriend!" She teased, igniting the anger in me once again.
"I don't have a girlfriend!" I gave a stern response, hoping she would stop talking.
"You can't really have one either...you and your attitude are already a couple!" She taunted.
"Look, Ma'am --"
"No you listen, you shouldn't walk while talking on the phone!" She interrupted.
"One shouldn't drive while on the phone, walking is allowed!"
"Either way, your attention is getting diverted!" She reasoned. I had had enough of this! Taking my bags, I walked off, sparing a last glance at her. Never did I want to see her again!
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