Women
are exquisite creatures who can exhibit complex of emotions. They sometimes
evoke feelings in us which cannot be pin pointed, but hit the deepest of the
string of heart , make u feel melancholy and satisfied at the same time.
One such
woman I met was Deepika. The only way I can explain how she look is, like the
peace of prayer. Yes, that is the only way I can explain. She emanates an aura
of elegance and peace. She looked fragile and vulnerable.
Living
in a village of Kerala Krishna .
She woke up early in the morning every day, look bath, plucked flowers and did
Pooja. The profession she choose suited
her personality of melancholy. She taught literature in the nearby school. I
wonder, is it the literature she read gives her this aura of peace. As she came
out in the evening to chit chat with the neighbor, in the evening sun, her face
glow like an oil lamp in darkness. I always visited her to get some books or
get a sneak peek into her note book in which she note down the lyrics of
melodies. In some evenings, we sat with the note books and sang. All her song
had longing for love. She would quickly move on once its time for evening
pooja.
Time was
ticking silently as the life stood still like a lake, until the breeze of love caused
ripples in her life. Unsurprisingly, her love was never said or expressed but
understood, like a pearl shining in the deepness of sea. Her way of sharing
life with him is by sharing the same books she read and taught. They looked at
the sunset from their respective houses, which stood next to each other. He
played melodies aloud in his tape recorder for her. They always stood looking
at each other from distance, like the planets kept together by magnetic forces.
Years
slipped by between the sun sets and sun rise, old melodies replaced by new ones
and the jasmine at her backyard bloomed several times. She was the whole reason
for him to look forward for new day, when all days are same. She had divided
her love between Lord Krishna and him. Until some day he decided to break the
pact of silence and spoke to his mother that he wanted to marry her. Silent
storm swept through both the families, people talked in murmuring voices.
Finally his mother declared the verdict that he is the younger son and hence he
cannot marry the girl (His elder brother is not yet married). Her offer is
that, if they prefer, she can get married to the elder son of hers. After all
she don’t wanted to be bad to her neighbors. Both the families decided not to
proceed with either of the proposal. Throughout all these, she was so silent,
not uttered a single word, or shown single expression. Perhaps she was so
shaken inside to show anything outside; perhaps her love was beyond worldly
bondings…
Soon
after that incident, he moved to nearby city for work and she was married to
another man. Nothing changed for anyone else but for her, every sun set brings
her the vague memories of lost love which she don’t even dare to remember. But
what she doesn’t know is that, he too cannot stand the sun sets and would never
listen to melodies. Ignorant of all these, sun did rise and fall everyday. LIFE
GOES ON….