Posted: 30 December 2014 at 9:12pm | IP Logged
Shoulders slightly drooped after a long yet fullfilling day Ishita walked into the apartment to be greeted by her mother's shrill voice. Elevated intonations in Mrs Iyers normal drone meant only one thing, she was exited! These days very few things got her as animated as yet another prospective groom carefully selected after a tedious process of inquiries through a grapevine that would put the CIA to shame. Stars and charts consulted, gotras matched, qualifications verified, parents, relatives, siblings life styles cross checked.
"sigh" would her mother ever understand that she just did not want o be married. the whole process exhausted her and for what ? To be rejected yet again, for the same reasons. Over and over, it was thrown in her face she was a malady a bhanj. she could go on she knew the word in so many languages. At some point it had stopped hurting her, she was now just numb.
Mrs Iyer did not notice her daughter go through the motions of having her evening tea vacantly while she filled her in on the virtues of this potential match. "He is PhD you know. Professor like you brother in law. Haaa no kuraichal at all in him, enna he spent so much time studying konjam vayasu aachu. Only 43, but he looks very nice. good teeth yes and his eyes, you will see" she went on with the customary shake of her head, satisfied with her own groom searching skills.
"Oh and Ishu" she continued with a gulo of coffee to wet her parched throat he lives here in Delhi and he does not mind you working and all. Nalla manishan."
"Aur ha Ishu next Sunday he is coming here. So much to do." Madhavi now started to feel the stress of the occasion. The first part of finding a groom and convincing Ishita done, now it was up to her to make it a successful meeting. She had to impress the grooms family. It was her duty to get Ishu Married, her dharma as a mother. "Enanana" she moved on to Mr Iyer "you have to go shopping and yes get the air conditioner fixed and ... are you even listening to me. Aiiyoo must I be the only parent who is concerned and responsible here"
Mr Iyer was lost in the forlorn look in his little girls eyes. When had she grown so old. when had those lines around her eyes formed. when had her smile stopped reaching her eyes. when had she started to stoop. It hurt to see her so. HE remembered his little Ishu going to school a bright little girl with long braids, with ready laughter. her continuous prattle as she greeted him with tales of what happened in school. Ishu getting into dental school; Ishu studying those long hard hours; Ishu graduating;her lost look when during vandana's wedding, her shy confession to having fallen in love with Subbhu. Ishu bridal wear her eyes bright with dreams as she got ready to go forward with Subbhu, with their blessings. Finally the day when he thought he was losing his daughter to her happy future, their world crashed around them never to be the same again. Yes for all to see she had emerged strong, she was his daughter Dr Ishita Iyer. She had not let the betrayal get in the way of her life, her career. She even played the part of dutiful daughter and pandered to every matchmaking attempt Madhavi came up with. But, somewhere in it all he had lost his little girl. His Ishu had faded away behind the caring Dentist, the ever professional doctor, and it hurt him. Hurt him more because he felt helpless. He could not be her knight, her big strong daddy who could wipe away the sorrow, make things ok kiss the hurt away. tHe was resigned to the fact that he cross was hers to bare and he could only be witness and a shoulder if she would ever want to cry upon.
Ishita registered faintly the details about the potential groom. Her mothers excitement was hard to swallow, and yet she did not have the heart to stop her. Yet another sunday, where she as required to get dressed, to serve tea and then be politely rejected when the groom learned she could not have babies. Who could really blame them. was it not everyones dream to have a child eventually. Families wanting their line to continue. Children were the heart of everything and she could not have one. That ruled her out of the market. when would her mother accept that. Yes she was an educated girl from a good Tamil Iyer Family, easy on the eye, and pleasant sociable, savvy even but barren that negated all of the virtues she had earned over the years. She was half a women, Hell she was not even women she would never be one, she would never be a mother. The hurt swirled around her chocking her. the vada she had for tea threatened to make its way back. the milk in her coffee curdled in her throat. she felt the heat radiate from her body. she made it to the bathroom blindly reached for the nob on the shower and turned on the shower letting the cold spray drench her clothed body. As the water washed the road grime away. the cold pelting on her body cooled and revived her body from the numb state it had drifted into.
Edited by lambi_saans - 31 December 2014 at 6:53am