Namesake – Part 3


Part 3


Time runs very fast, she was a newly wed but as she entered this home she become one among them. Her routine was getting clearer as the time ticked. how many people lived, what were their requirement at each time. she was getting all those details in her heart. Slowly but steadily she started to understand each and every requirement of the house members. Servants used to take care of everything and Devika used to give instructions but as she came in. She took the reins of the house, though it was Devika’s order which she followed, the personal touch was what she added to everything.


As the time elapsed she was providing things even before they were asked for. She made sure the water was drawn out from the well for cooking, bathing, washing, cleaning. Keeping the hot water for bathing, Flowers for puja, vegetables for breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner. In short she didn’t wait for anyone to ask her a thing.


She did everything for everyone at home. Neither they appreciated her nor gave credit to the efforts she put in. Just like one thing didn’t change, that was her mother in law’s complaints. Whatever she did for her mother in law, there would be one of the other complaint or taunt with it. Even though she did as she was asked Devika would make sure to find a reason to taunt. Maybe another women in the house would take up her place had made her insecure.


But she was not the only one who could hurt her. There were many to point out. As things started to happen before hand, people start to expect more from her and also start taking you her granted. She became the salt of the house. Neither anyone noticed her nor her presence felt. She was quiet but millions of things she carried out in a jiffy. Her service oriented mind and endurance was something no one understood.


Her inherent nature to accept things the way they are had helped her in life. She didn’t expect anything so never did she mind their words. She always took them as to mend her ways to please them. They were her elders and they knew what was right for the younger ones. That was her belief, which was instilled in her veins since birth.


She always looked forward for her husband return as that meant she got her dose of energy from him. Smiles, that too lots of smiles, with just his presence next to her.  He did get her few petty gifts but those were just priceless for her. It pumped her spirits thereby carrying on her duty with easy. they acted as silver lining to her life.


25th October 1981


Today was no different from the day it was few decades ago, today also Madhav was digging a hole again in the hall with his walk and this time too the reason was Devika. Only difference was it wasn’t Devika who was delivering but her daughter in law. He was scared if anything wrong happened, what else would he do to bring his wife back from the depths of sorrow.


He had enough pains already and prayed the almighty that let the happiness of this house return. As he prayed a new cry emerged out of the room inside, bringing the smiles on everyone face except Devika.  She wouldn’t care, already from past month she was having tough time managing the servants as many left owing to her temper.


Her DIL used to take the wrath and servants would have been grateful of her but now situation was different. She was asked for bed rest in the end days as the midwife was expecting some complications in her delivery. And following the birth of the baby, she was wondering what else held in future.


As she was still in her own thoughts, she heard her husband, Madhav ask the nurse to hand the baby first to Devika. She wondered why this sudden care for her and she didn’t want to bound with that tender one. Before she could utter a thing she had the small one in her hand. Her mind told her heart not to surrender but then her hands against her will held the small one very carefully. Tears flew out of her eyes blocking her view to see her grandson, as she was still trembling with her new feelings.


Madhav said “Finally, we got our son back.”


She starred in to his eyes to get confirmation of those words and as he kept on repeating the same, she finally bit by bit started to accept that it was indeed her son, who had returned. Nothing else registered in her mind.

Tears which were accumulated for years started to pour from her eyes. She became too emotional as she struggled to talk but finally said “My Ranjit is back.”


She had weaved so many dreams to the extent that she had decided on the names too and how she would bring up her son. Of Course her dreams had been to take care of the whole family at that time. But as that broke she was shattered to no avail.


Even the baby cried along with her feeling the pain. Madhav tried to pick the baby from her as the midwife came to take the baby for the first feed. But Devika resisted it, and fearing her reactions he signalled the midwife to wait for a little bit more time.


However the baby was not in the mood to listen as it was very hungry.


Madhav taking the opportunity heart too cried as he witnessed his wife said “Devika, control yourself by that time let him get his fill his stomach.


That was it, she was back to her form as she ordered a glass of milk to be prepared for the baby. She would feed him but wouldn’t let anyone take him away from her again.


Seeing the situation midwife got the milk from his mother and let the grandmother take care of the small baby. Anyways the mother was too tired after the delivery to take the responsibility.


Away from all but still in one corner a man was rejoicing for having a boy of his own. Worried for his wife, he had held his breath till he had heard the cry of the baby.


He was eager to take him in his hand but before he could pull himself to do the same, he had witnessed his parents getting emotional with the baby. Seeing them so much attached, he kept himself away.




Namesake – Part 2



Part 2

It was bright afternoon when Madhav could relax in his rocking chair while he read some newspaper as there was very less customers who would come for purchases at this time. Just opposite to his shop was house of Mohan, who was the house elder of that family and used to come for chat at the afternoon.

“How is your knee pain today Mohan” asked Madhav as he kept the magnifying glass aside which he used for reading newspaper.

“As you see Madhav I am unable to walk straight. This pain will go with this life only. But you seem to be free nowadays, didn’t you go for any visit.” Mohan asked.

“What is hidden from you my wife creates fuss from even a small thing at least if I am here I can try to nip it at the beginning. So only I had asked the doctor to say I shouldn’t travel much.” Madhav disclosed the truth.

“Yes… Time has brought about these changes in you both. You have somehow healed your wounds but her wounds are yet sore. How much cordial she used to be but Madhav I believe she could be back to her older self if there is a kid back in your house.” Mohan gave his opinion.

“Kid… In our house? She doesn’t even glance at any kid. Then how can that happen Mohan?” Questioned Madhav

“You don’t know the power a kid has. If a kid can push her into the deep wells of sorrow the same could bring her back too.” Mohan explained.

“I still didn’t get you. How could any kid make a difference?” Madhav asked still confused.

“Not just any kid but a kid who has your own blood can only melt her. Marry your son off soon. And once you have an heir she would definitely bring her old self out.” Suggested Mohan.

“Yes, you are right. Today itself I would speak to the Purohit about a suitable girl for our family” Madhav decided.

Unknown to the elders, their talks were heard by the 20 year old young boy. Who didn’t know what to think or whether to draw any conclusion from it? Were they really talking about his marriage? was he so able to take another person responsibility?

He didn’t know whether he was allowed to think about himself. There was a small wish which was starting to nourish but before he could realise his life was taking him in another direction. He as an obedient person who followed as was told to him. 

Few days passed by and never again those topics were discussed in front of him. Even if it was he might have missed hearing them as he was not used to eavesdrop into others conversation and he was as busy as a bee in doing his regular works. Actually his every thursday trips was getting more successful and pleasant. May be the almighty was with him and he didn’t missed to give credit to that girl either as just her voice had that effect on him. Reason was unknown to him nor did he ventured out to find out whose voice that was but he just welcomed that with his open hands.

Suddenly one day when he came home after a long trip but there were was too much hassle bustle at home. He wondered what might be the reason for this. That’s when he heard his mother screaming at the servants to get the arrangements done.

He caught hold of one person and asked “Kaaki, what is happening here?” with a curious face but the answer made him freeze like ice. Those words kept ringing in his ears.

“Saab, It’s your wedding next week and the rituals would start from tomorrow.”

Today, 26th October 1978 he understood why elders used to say couples are made in heaven and married in earth. He had been shocked beyond anything but then just went with the flow without a question asked. And yesterday he found his mate. He was never expressive of his thoughts nor could he understand what he was supposed to say to anyone when it came to his personal life. Professionally also he did what was necessary, not a word was spoken extra. Such a timid person he was and to his surprise his wife was also the same. Was that coincidence or mate especially made for him he wondered. She just did what everyone asked her to. He didn’t know what to say to her when he saw her on their first time. He was so desperate to hear her voice but how was he to voice his thoughts.

He did try couple of times but then letters failed to form into a word. With nothing to say he just obeyed and his wife too did what was expected from them. Same things followed when they met alone after all the rituals. Both just sat struggling in their own ways to express but somehow the heat of the moment triggered and he initiated the exploration of those unspoken things which were supposed to transpire between them. She as a true companion gave her whole heart and life to him. For her, he was the light in the darkness, the air to live in, the whole world was now only him.

Morning was the most pleasant one he had witnessed. He had woken up with that pleasant humming of hers. It felt like the fresh breeze after the first rains of the season. He could hear her move around him. How much ever careful she tried to be but her anklets and bangles just gave away her actions. That was soothing effect she gave him. He wondered how much he was absorbing her presence in his life. His thoughts came to an halt when her already mellow voice dampen more. That’s when his eyes went to the jasmine flowers which were spread over the floor and within a minute she was back with a roll of thread to tie them together.

Smile wasn’t playing on his face but his happiness was present in his eyes. He was all set to resume his job when he saw a basket readily kept for the temple visit. She came and stood at the door wondering how to ask him, never did she know how to convey her wishes.  He understood his wife’s unsaid words, her wish to visit and take blessings of the almighty. He without a word just left and sat outside the house on the slab waiting for her. However she got scared when he went out without a word putting her in a puzzled state. But still she thought to check and ran behind him with the basket. 

The moment she stepped out he got up with a smile and led the way. She followed him matching his steps behind as promised at the time of marriage.