Posted by: Sakhi on: February 2, 2010
The mobile rang third time. Ashu looked at the number and sighed heavily. He dreaded talking to his elder brother. He had shifted to this country just to be away from him but he knew he couldn’t ignore his phones. He adored Ashu like his own son.
“Hello bhaiya….”
“Hello Ashu, how are you? I just called to confirm your visit for the wedding! I am not going to hear any excuse this time.”
“But bhaiya…” Ashu trailed off. He wasn’t sure what reason to give for not attending his only niece’s wedding. It was more than twenty years since he had gone home.
“Nothing doing! As I said, no excuses this time. We have never discussed but I know that there is something on your mind which kept you away from home for so long. Not anymore! Past is past. You come home and bless your niece.”
Past is past… what did he mean by that? Did bhaiya know? How am I going to face him?, thought Ashu nervously.
Ashu sighed and disconnected the call.
He went back to the day when he had seen her the first time. Oh, how beautiful and serene she looked! Her long dark hair, bright shining eyes and shy smile… everything was bewitching. He understood the meaning of “love at first sight” for the first time. He kept on staring at her and was flustered when he was shaken out of his reverie. Bhaiya was asking him something but all he could do was, give him a silly grin. He was almost dragged out of the room before he made a spectacle of himself.
Once in the car, on the way back home, bhaiya asked in conspiratorial whisper, “Did you like her?” That single question brought him back to reality from his dream world. He had forgotten that they had gone to see the girl for bhaiya not him. Bhaiya seemed to like her too. It seemed to him that his world was crashing down around him. His disappointment felt unnaturally over-blown to even him. He shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts and tried to enthuse himself for bhaiya’s sake. How he wished then, that bhaiya would not like her!
As he got to know her more, he started liking her even more for she was not just a beautiful face but was affectionate, intelligent and had an uncanny sense of humour. She was everything a man would want in a partner, and some more. In his heart he knew that bhaiya and she made a perfect couple, perfect in every sense and yet he couldn’t bring himself to see her as sister-in-law.
On the day of their wedding she looked like some goddess. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her. He wasn’t even worried that someone from the family or the guests might notice his blatant stare.
Post wedding days were increasingly getting difficult. Oddly, he never felt jealous of bhaiya but at the same time he craved for more time with her. He learnt to handle his love for her, he kept it brimming at the edge but he took care not to overflow it.
Time flew by with things falling into place. Their routine got set with all three of them going to their work almost at the same time and since her office was on his route he would drop her on most days. She would chatter away to glory and he would smile and nod as and when required.
He thought he had outgrown the romantic love for her till one day he saw her standing in the balcony trying to dry her freshly washed hair. “Sultry”, was the only word came to his mind. And he sighed. He did not know what got into him. Something was pulling him to her. He wanted to have her in his arms, wanted to kiss her senseless, wanted to hug her so tight that she would beg to take her completely. He advanced towards her without even realizing what he was doing. As he went near her he could breathe in her lovely scent. He caressed her hair. She got startled and faced him with her usual smile. But one look at his lust filled eyes ignited fire in hers. Her smile was inviting… but before he could advance she slapped him, hard. Not the force of her slap but the burning coal in her eyes shamed him. He turned around and left.
That was the last day they interacted. She never talked to him again. He wanted to apologize, wanted to be forgiven. He wanted her to know that he never had any intention of harming her in any way. What happened on that fateful morning was a moment of weakness. But she never gave him any chance. She never, probably, told anything to bhaiya but Ashu could never see in his eyes again.
He knew he could not stay with them any longer; he did not have the guts to face her everyday. He did not want to face her ever; and so he not only left the house and the city, he left the country and had not gone back since. It was more than twenty years since he last saw her. If only she would once say that she forgave him, just once…
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Hey guys, I just had to post a story. I couldn’t keep away from you people for long however busy life may be. I don’t promise to be very regular but will definitely write as much as possible. Missed you tremendously!!
Love,
Sakhi
Posted by: Sakhi on: December 29, 2009
Dear Friends,
It has been a great blogging journey so far and I have loved every minute of it. I have learnt a lot of things in these two years and made some awesome friends too! But due to some personal and professional engagements now it is getting increasingly difficult to be regular on this blog.
I want to say good-bye to you all, at least for now. I will definitely come back but don’t really know when!
I will try to post something on my other two blogs, world through my eyes and crafty village, if time permits.
Till then be happy and be safe.
Lots of love
Sakhi
Posted by: Sakhi on: December 21, 2009
Hey friends,
I was pleasantly surprised when I was asked for an interview by Speak Bindas. The questionnaire looked a lot like the tags we do. It was fun answering to those questions. Will you like to check it out?
yeah? Then hop on to …
http://www.speakbindas.com/it-seems-odd-to-think-of-my-online-life-without-blogging-dhara-shah/
Do let me know what do you think about it…
Love,
Sakhi
Posted by: Sakhi on: November 30, 2009
You can find part I and part II here.
“Madam, what is this going on?” asked the Dean to the HoD as she entered his office. HoD found Khyati’s uncle sitting there as if the office belonged to him and not to the Dean.
“Even I am unaware. Today morning this gentleman had come to my department and said Khyati, the new PhD student, has some grievance against Dr. Artha, the resident doctor. Though, Khyati has not mentioned this either to me or any of the faculty members.”
“Hmmm, where is Dr. Artha?”
“Nobody seems to know.”
“Hmmm…”
The Dean thought for a while and turned his attention to “uncle” who did not look as irate as he was half an hour back. He had this smug look on his face which was hard to decipher.
“Sir, let me look into the matter. I am sure there is some misunderstanding here. I will get back to you as soon as possible.” The Dean tried to diplomatically avoid saying more as he was not sure what went wrong exactly and he needed to look into the matter. He was bidding for some more time.
“Okay, Doctor, but I want justice. I will wait for your call.” “Uncle” handed over his business card to the Dean and left the office with an air of authority.
The HoD and the Dean were finally alone in the huge government office.
“What is this going on madam?” Now the Dean’s tone had changed to that of a confidant to his colleague.
The HoD narrated the whole episode since morning.
“Dr. Artha is not to be found. Nobody knows where he is. I think he somehow came to know about this and is now absconding. Khyati was not there in the department either. I had sent for her. Let me see if she is in the department now. We can call her here and ask what this is all about.”
“Hmmm… Ask her to come here as soon as possible. I don’t like the ring of this whole thing.”
On HoD’s call, Khyati came to the Dean’s office.
Till she came the Dean asked the clerk to get the file of Dr. Artha.
“What do you think of Dr. Artha, madam?” the Dean wanted to know more about the doctor in question before Khyati came.
“Oh, he is a fine boy. Very friendly and hard working! One of the best resident doctors my department had so far. I fail to understand what he could have done to irk Khyati or these hooligans!” said the HoD exasperated.
“If I remember correctly Dr. Artha was the secretary of “Blood Donor’s Association” of our college for three consecutive years in his undergraduate days. I remember him distinctly for he was one of the most outstanding secretaries BDA had got. He had organized many camps and had received recognition award too.” The Dean tried to remember something, anything, about Dr. Artha. His memory came up with all the good things. He was as puzzled as the HoD. On going through Artha’s acaedemic file, it was obvious that Artha was a good student and there was nothing which pointed to any untoward conduct earlier.
“May I come in, sir?” Finally it was Khyati!
“Yes…” the Dean searched for any sign of distress on Khyati’s face. But she was smiling as if nothing had happened. Or probably as if she was enjoying the vista.
“I am sure you know why you have been called here.” Started the Dean and went on when Khyati nodded in affirmation. “So, tell me, what is the problem? It looks like your uncle and his men are after Dr. Artha for causing some trouble to you. It looks like you have not mentioned it to your colleagues or any faculty in your department. Can you please explain now what this is all about?” There was hint of slight irritation in the Dean’s voice. The Dean was on the post for more than a decade now and he very well knew how he or his college can get into trouble due to “uncles” who flaunt their ties with politicians.
“Dr. Artha is harassing me…” said Khyati smugly.
To be continued…
Posted by: Sakhi on: November 26, 2009
You can read the first part here.
Kunal sat in the lab, his heart beating furiously. He could hear his own heartbeats in the silence of the laboratory.
“Doctor, madam is calling you and all the other doctors to her office.” Kunal jumped as peon’s voice reverberated in the laboratory hall.
“May we come in ma’am?” tension in the air was palpable .
“Come in, come in. All here?” The head of the department scanned the group. “Where are Artha and Khyati?”
The group looked at each other then looked down. Nobody knew, except Kunal but he looked down too.
“What is this, Madam? Where is your student? We want him. We won’t leave him. He is going to pay dearly for his deed!” someone from the group sitting across the head of the department shouted thunderously.
“Now, now, we can sort this thing out in the department. I will talk to Khyati. Our department is like a family. We will sort it out.” The HoD tried to pacify Khyati’s irate uncle.
“This is going on in your department since so long! You haven’t done anything so far, have you? Nothing doing… I want that boy. NOW!”
“Look, sir, I was not aware about the incidence and Khyati has never ever told anything of the sort either to me or to any of the faculty members. Let me talk to her and I am sure everything can be sorted out.”
“Madam, enough is enough. Now we will meet in Dean’s chamber IF that boy is still alive by tomorrow!” with that “uncle” and his entourage stormed out of the HoD’s office.
Once they were gone, HoD looked at her students with a questioning look.
“Were you aware about this? We have known Artha for about a year and a half now and some of you are his good friends since under graduate days. What do you have to say about this? Where is he? Where is Khyati? Call her immediately!”
“Say about what?” wondered Artha’s colleagues and friends.
Everybody was stunned at what they had just witnessed. It was as if they were a part of some movie sequence. But, this was real, not reel-life and their friend was in real danger. Problem was, no body was aware of Artha’s ‘so-called’ fault. As far as they knew, he was the most charming, most helping and easy-go type of a person. At the same time he was known for his tenacity towards his work. No wonder he was friends with almost everyone. Well, almost!
Just then HoD got a call from the Dean and was asked to meet him immediately. She did not like the sound of it. She hurried to the Dean’s office and Kunal hurried to Artha’s home, to meet his parents-in-law who were visiting Artha and Shobha for a few days.
Kunal was about to kick start his bike when someone put hand on his shoulder.
“Where’s Artha?”
“I don’t know.”
“You two are always together. I am sure you know where he is. His wife is not in her department either. No body seems to know where she disappeared suddenly. I am sure you know.”
“I told you already… I don’t know! Now let me go.”
“Don’t think you are off the hook.” With that he was gone.
Kunal rushed to Artha’s home. He wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with Shobha’s parents. Will they understand? He did not even know where they fled. But they have to be told whatever little he knew.
Apparently, they were aware of the threats and anonymous calls. The trio sat there, each lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly they heard malicious voices from below the apartment. On an instinct Kunal grabbed a lock and asked the couple to be in the house till he came back. He locked them inside, gave them the keys from the window and went away to another round of interrogation!
To be continued…
Posted by: Sakhi on: November 23, 2009
Tears glistened in his eyes; tears of humiliation, tears of impotent anger, tears of shame…
“Say sorry!” coaxed the dean.
“But Sir, I did not do anything…” his voice trailed off, his eyes pleading.
She stood there, looking at him with venom in her eyes.
He looked around, as if to find some support, someone who will tell him that it was all a joke and he was free. What he found were three solemn faces, with down cast eyes and sympathetic look.
*****
It all started three months back when he was happily clicking his wife’s pictures and both giggling like kiddos. The bell rang and they found a young chap looking for Dr. Artha Shashtri.
“Yes, that’s me.” They were used to people coming to their place at all hours for various health related problems.
“Do you know Khyati?” the visitor asked sternly.
“Of course, she is doing her MSc at my department. Why, what’s the matter?” asked Artha with concern, fearing the worst.
“Better keep your hands off her, doctor. If I get one more complain from her, you will regret you were ever born. Is that clear? This is just a warning, next time I will not wait to come and talk to you.” Having said this, he was gone.
Artha looked at Shobha. A hundred thoughts passed through their minds as they looked at each other.
Artha and Shobha were doing their MD from the same college. Shobha knew Artha’s reputation. He was favourite of all. She had yet to come across someone who did not like Artha. Presently she hugged her husband and they tried to forget what just happened.
Worst was yet to begin.
Artha started receiving anonymous threatening calls. He was thinking of lodging a complaint with the police when one afternoon his best friend, Kunal, came to his laboratory, breathless, and told him to run off.
“Run off? What do you mean by run off? Are you crazy? Why?”
“Artha, do as I say! You and Shobha should leave this city immediately. Khyati’s uncle and his men are coming to get you. I heard them talking in the foyer on the ground floor.” His friend told him breathlessly.
“What? Why?” Artha was baffled.
“This is not the time to do all this interrogation.”
“What about Ma and Pa? They are at home.”
“Don’t worry about them. I’ll take care of them. Now, please get out of this place. I’ll keep in touch with you. Don’t come back till I tell you to.”
Artha was lost. Blankly he ran to Shobha’s department and they fled from their Alma mater like some criminals.
To be continued…
Posted by: Sakhi on: November 10, 2009

Names and certain incidences are changed to protect privacy!
“Papaaaaaaaaaaa…” Shree ran to her father to give him a bear hug as she saw him on the airport almost after a fortnight. She loved her father a lot but these days he was too busy with expansion of his business and was not able to give her much time. He kissed her on her forehead and hugged her tight. Oh, how he missed her! Shree was his only child and apple of his eyes. Shree filled him up with all that she had done in the past few days at school, about her friends and her win at State skating championship.
“Where’s mom?” Mohit asked her. He did not like that Shree had come to pick him up alone with the driver. He never trusted anyone with his daughter.
“Oh, mom was busy with some meeting, so I came alone. I couldn’t wait to meet you, papa!” His heart swelled with love for his daughter.
In a day or two at home, Mohit noticed some changes in his adolescent daughter. She was more chirpy than usual. She had some shyness on her face which wasn’t there earlier. Mohit disregarded these changes thinking that they were due to the transition of his little girl to the womanhood. Still, he made a mental note to talk about this to his wife. Just to be sure that there was no silly boy in his daughter’s life. BOY, was he paranoid!
But before he could dwell more on the matter he was on tour again and the whole issue was forgotten. But it struck him as odd when Shree did not come to pick him up on the airport this time. And as he noticed, the changes that were subtle earlier were pronounced now. Shree was lost all the time, spent more time in her room. Most striking was, her grades were below average, for the first time in her life. Mohit tried to talk to her but she refused that there was any problem. The heated argument ensued with Mohit striking her hard across her face, again, for the first time in her life! Tears of anger, tears of shame, tears of humiliation, tears of revenge slid down young Shree’s cheeks. She resolved to teach her father a lesson!
Mohit felt bad at losing his temper. He knew how futile it would be to deal with adolescent kids in such upper hand manners. He resolved to make it up to her the next day.
Mohit prepared Shree’s favourite breakfast, rosti and orange juice, and took the tray to her room. He was shell shocked not to find her but a note on her pillow. He collapsed on the bed reading his daughter’s life sentence to herself!
Malti found him sitting at the edge of Shree’s bed staring at the life size picture of their daughter with tears running down his face. He looked so haggard and lost that she had to shake him out of his trance. When she read the note Shree had left behind, Malti almost collapsed. A look of “What and when did so much go wrong” passed between them. They sat there, holding hands and crying over each others shoulders for their daughter.
When did Shree grow up so much! She was all of sixteen and fallen in love. Fallen in love with a sweeper! And she ran away with him to teach her father a lesson!
“God, why her?” Mohit kept repeating this again and again in his prayers.
“She is just a kid. She doesn’t even know how to boil water or who polishes her shoes. How will she survive? What if…” There were thousands of questions pricking Shree’s parents.
Mohit and Malti tried their level best, with all the contacts they had, to find their daughter to no vail. Even the boy’s parents were taken into custody but they too did not know where the duo was. It was almost two months now that Shree had gone. Everybody had given up hope, but Mohit. In his heart he knew he would find his daughter no matter what!
One day as he was returning from his office, he saw a young girl selling vegetables on the roadside. She, just a little, resembled his Shree… though this girl was in shambles, in tattered clothes and looked like she hasn’t eaten or taken bath in months. Mohit shook his head at how almost all girls of Shree’s age reminded him of his beloved child. Tears stung his eyes yet again.
But as he went a few blocks ahead something struck him. No, this girl has to be Shree… the resemblance was too much to be a coincidence. He asked his driver to take a u-turn, he wanted to be sure! He approached the vendor with caution. If it was Shree, he did not want her to lose her again.
He could not believe his eyes when he looked at the girl from such close quarters. His daughter had lost substantial amount of weight, once shiny black hair looked like end of a broom with filth in them. Her once lacquered nails were brittle with dirt underneath, lips were chapped and skin was now dirty and listless! Mohit fought inner battle not to break down with pain in full public view.
“Shree…” he called her tentatively. Their eyes met. Something flickered in Shree’s eyes, hope may be! Without a word father-daughter climbed in the car. Mohit held his daughter’s hand tightly, never to let go again.
He saw shame, humiliation, fear and many such nameless emotions in his daughter’s eyes and gritted his teeth. He vowed to ruin the boy’s life. But that can wait… till his daughter is brought back to life!!!
Posted by: Sakhi on: November 3, 2009
There she was! He ran after her, was about to tap on her shoulder but she vanished into the thin air. He was baffled, he frantically searched for her but she was no where to be seen. It was as if she was playing “Catch me if you can” game with him. He was desperate to see her face, but she eluded him. He could spot her from distance but as soon as he reached just near her she would disappear. He tried to call after her but his voice failed him. He fell down on his knees in that dark alley and watched his dream girl float away.
He woke up with a start… looked around and smiled to himself, shaking his head. He had this dreams since a long time. He never understood the context. His dream always ended up with that girl floating away. There was some lyrical mystery surrounding her. Sometimes he found himself reciting some verses for her in his dreams. Most of the times he didn’t remember but sometimes he did and he would write it down immediate after waking up. He had now a handsome collection of these poems. In his dreams she would, too, leave her diary at various places for him to read. She wrote such beautiful prose. If only he could see her face once! He sighed and got up to get ready for his job.
As he was blog hopping one day he came across this blog whose author, he found, had the same style of writing as his “dream girl”. He read post after post and got hooked to it. He tried to find out about this anonymous writer through “about page” but came up with almost nothing. The things mentioned in there were non-committal. He waited for her (he was sure it was HER!) new post thirstily, as if his life depended on it. Over a period of time he could manage to develop a good rapport with the author but she was still eluded him. How much ever he tried, she would not allow him to know her in real life. She now became his obsession. He would check her blog every half an hour to see if she had replied to his comments or if she had published a new post. He would become agitated or depressed if she did not reply to his comments. He would feel on top of the world if she so much as put a smiley as a reply to his comments.
Things started changing when more and more people started visiting the “unknown blog” and “she” would reply to all of her commenters with the same gusto. He started feeling jealous. He started feeling left out. He felt as if his world was coming apart….
I am not sure how to end this story. Can you guys help?
Posted by: Sakhi on: October 27, 2009
Kumud was excited about Achinta’s engagement. She and Achinta were friends ever since she could remember. She was a single child and so was Achinta. But they never missed having a sibling. They were like soul mates. “Bestest” friends, as Kumud likes to put it! Everyone was surprised when Kumud got married to Aunurag. It was assumed, even by their families, that Kumud and Achinta would marry. They rolled their eyes in unison on this assumption. Kumud easily moulded herself in her role as a wife. But Achinta always remained her best friend. Aunurag too accepted Achinta as a part of their family. So when Kumud called him about Achinta’s impending engagement Aunurag too smiled ear to ear. Kumud’s excitement was contagious.
As much as Kumud wanted to meet “the girl” before Achinta was officially fastened to her, she could not meet her till the day of engagement. When Kumud saw Achinta on the day of engagement clad in the traditional Bengali dress, standing tall and looking handsome than ever; her heart swell with love for her dearest friend. She almost ran to him and gave a bear hug. Both their families laughed at this childish display of affection. In all the merriment nobody noticed the shadow coming down on “the girl’s” face. Achinta introduced the two most important ladies of his life to each other. Kumud hugged Kakoli with equal enthusiasm and kept on chattering. In all her felicity, she did not notice that Kakoli was not sharing her exuberance.
*****
“Oye, what time are you coming for barbecue this Sunday?” enquired Kumud, as usual.
“Can’t, yaar. Kakoli is coming down for her shopping this weekend.”
“Aha… Dating-wating ‘n’ all, hun?” teased Kumud good-naturedly and both burst out laughing.
“Hey, why don’t you both come down once you are done shopping? I don’t think we will wind up party before 12. What say?”
“Let me see. I think we will be able to make it. Catch you on Sunday.”
*****
“Oye, sun yaar, I think we won’t be able to make it after all. Kakoli is having severe headache and she wants to turn in early since tomorrow early morning she has to go back to her place. Sorry buddy.”
“No problem… hopes she gets well soon. Hug her on my behalf”Kumud replied understandingly.
*****
This was two months back. In these two months Achinta’s visits to Kumud’s place reduced drastically. Their phone conversations, too, dipped. She complained about this to Aunurag, to which he just smiled and told her that it’s natural. She smiled a wistful smile. She hated Achinta’s absence, actual and virtual!
Kumud had expected to become friends with Kakoli too but Kakoli kept her at arm’s distance. There was this nagging feeling of unease when all four of them were together. The usual chatter and coziness were gone. Polite conversation took place of teasing. Achinta was the same when he was alone but the change was evident when the pair was together. He was not at home when he now came to their place.
As Achinta’s marriage date was neared a feeling of dread fell upon Kumud. She feared losing her best friend. She kept this feeling to herself but she knew in heart of her heart that it was inevitable. It was decided earlier that Kumud will be Achinta’s “best-woman” at his wedding. But that was before Kakoli came into picture. Now she was not so sure. Also Achinta had not mentioned it recently.
The duo came to invite Kumud and Aunurag for the wedding. The invitation was as formal as it can get. While handing over the card, Kumud’s and Achinta’s eyes held for a few seconds; Kumud’s eyes brimming with tears of losing her “bestest” friend, Achinta’s eyes brimming with silent apology.
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