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My taxi was speeding towards Chetna’s home. I sat there on the back seat going through so many emotions, and so many memories. I was eager to see Chetna. Just the thought of seeing her after 10 long years, made me feel happy and excited. But I was getting emotional too, and a little scared. I could not understand the fear that was disturbing my mind. May be it was because I was not sure how my meeting with Chetna would go. Would she welcome me? Does she hate me? I didn’t know. And suddenly, it started to rain unexpectedly, as if the weather was getting emotional with me. Soon, I was outside Chetna’s home. I didn’t even realize how quickly my time passed in that taxi. That’s what happens when your heart goes through several emotions.
It took a lot of courage on my part to knock on the door of someone who I knew, hurt a lot. Few moments later, I could hear some sounds coming inside from the home. Probably, it was Chetna who was coming out to open the door. Not surprisingly, my heart began to beat faster. I wanted to turn back because I didn’t know how would I control my feelings after seeing Chetna. There was no time to think about it anyway. I just stood there waiting impatiently. I could hear Chetna’s steps approaching towards the door. I could hear the tinkling sound of her bangles. And with another tinkle, the door opened. Chetna was standing right in front of me. It was the same Chetna who I loved with all my heart. The same Chetna I left 10 years ago. And here she was, opening the door for me 10 years later.
We looked at each other. We both had so much to say to each other in our hearts, but our lips could not utter even a word. We just stood there, looking into each other’s eyes. Chetna was wearing the same red saree that she had worn on our wedding night in Goa. She had a big red bindi on her forehead, just like a married woman, just like my wife Chetna. She was my Chetna! Oh, how beautiful she looked. I kept looking at her big eyes. The time had frozen. Yet, I could see her emotions flooding her eyes with tears. I don’t know how long we stayed there frozen, without saying anything. My heart told me, “Come on, Nishant! Hug her. She is your Chetna. She is your wife! Why don’t you hug her?” But I stood there staring into the deep eyes of Chetna. And she kept looking back intently.
It seemed as if her eyes are going to burst into tears, but then she turned back quickly. She wiped her tears, and asked me to come in. “Come on in”. Her first words. And I was still wordless.
“How was your flight? I came to know from Gaurav that you are coming here for a few days. I was not really expecting that you would come to my home. You must be tired, right? I never like to travel on a long flight.”, Chetna spoke a lot of words very quickly. She was trying to hide her emotions behind those words. But she could not.
I walked behind her to get inside the house. My Chetna was still as beautiful as she was 10 years ago. She must be 33 years old now. With age, he had acquired the gracefulness of a mature woman. I kept looking at her feminine and graceful walk. Her hips waived like a true woman at each step. For the outside world, she might be a crossdresser. But for me, she was a real woman in my eyes. After all, she was my wife. I was realizing after so many years that I had a wife who was living alone without me. Looking at her dressing, I was sure that she had dressed specially for me. Today, she was wearing anklets on her feet which made the beautiful “Chham Chham” sound at each step. And at each step, her “Chham Chham” was forcing me to feel what I had lost.
“My flight was not too bad.”, I gave a short answer to Chetna. If you think about it, our heart can play funny tricks with us. It keeps telling you to say so many things to the person in front of you, but when the time comes, it just goes quiet. And everything remains in the heart itself. Continue reading “Roommate: Part 5”