Is there any incident
in this lady’s life which is very cool and composed? I thought when she told
that her husband died the day he met her father.
“I had told you that
my father was keen to take me to Delhi to see a boy. He was so interested in
that alliance that it seems he had already told his friend about his intentions
of making the friend’s son my husband. The words were heard by the son who was
to marry me.”
She stopped and
contemplating how to tell the next words. It was evident from her squirming,
stopping of talk etc.,
“Nammu, my life had
some twists and turns that day. I must have been a woman with a heart of stone
to digest the incidents happened in my life that day. I fully started believing
fact is stranger than fiction after that day”
I felt that this
introduction is going to be calm before the storm. I looked at Nammu Aunty. She
too was eager to know.
“That boy had entered
the house and waiting for my father which I was not aware of. My ‘Gaandharva
husband’ had come into the house already. So, I introduced him to my father
that ‘this is my husband and I am going to marry him’”
My father looked at
me as if I have gone crazy. “What dear! You say he is your husband and you are
also saying that you are going to marry him?” he asked.
May be my flushed
face told him the real story or the strong hand of my ‘husband’ which was put
on my shoulders possessively, he lost his temper and screamed, “Have you slept
with this person? Is that what you are telling me?”
“What can I say to
him? Can I say that I was sleeping with him since more than two years? ... I
was wondering what to tell, then out of the blue, the boy whom I was supposed
to marry stormed inside and before my ‘husband’ could react, hit him at the
back of his neck with such a force that my husband fell down with a thud”
Nammu Aunty was
horrified with this narration. But Dammu’s face said there is some more to
follow.
“The boy from North
was really a very rough and hefty person. The beating he gave my husband was so
bad that I felt that my husband must have lost consciousness. I screamed at my
servants to get me a doctor. Till the doctor came, I was sitting next to my
husband and tried to fan some air on his face. My father was glaring at me
because I was trying to wake my husband up....
“The doctor came and
checked the pulse of my husband and told that his condition is critical and has
to be admitted to the hospital immediately. The moment he used the word
critical, I fell down. Oh God, let my husband not die... I was praying.
“The God perhaps had
some other devotee to save or he had hell bent on teaching me a lesson. The
doctor felt my pulse and I don’t know how, he declared that I am pregnant
without being subtle about it.
“I heard my father let
out a big shout and fell like a freshly cut cocoanut tree. The doctor rushed to
him and declared that my father is dead.
“I was stunned with
these words and requested the doctor to take my ‘husband’ to the hospital. But
fate had decided otherwise. The blow given by the ‘boy’ who had come to see me,
was fatal.”
Nammu Aunty leaned
forward in her chair. I was also listening to Dammu with bated breath.
“The doctor declared
that my ‘husband’ was dead”
Nammu Aunty got out
of her chair and placed her hand on Dammu’s shoulder and whispered “Oh Dammu! I
don’t wish such a calamity even to my enemies”
Dammu smiled a pale
smile and said, “The worst was yet to come”
I was wondering what could
be worse than losing both husband and father on the same day!
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