Next,ââ was what Unnati heard when she pushed her loaded luggage trolley, and a few luggage pieces toppled.
I stepped around the elderly couple between us and bent to retrieve the fallen luggage. I was seeing her after four years, and she was still the same, beautiful as ever.
ââRana! You, here?ââ I shook my head and smiled as I winked at her. "Following you, as always,ââ is all I said. âLiar, the same as before,â Unnati said before looking away.
ââSorry Madam, your luggage weight is beyond the permissible limit,ââ said the airline counter staff.
âWeâre together,â I said, before Unnati could respond. She smiled a short smileâŚI saw the dimples in her cheeks. That smile and her surprising dimples, sometimes they were deep, sometime you missed them, they were what I loved most about her.
What I lovedâŚWhat I love...What was I feeling?
We silently proceeded for the Security Check together, and kept glancing at each other, slyly.
I was the Man she loved. I am the ManâŚshe doesnât love.
She changedâŚI didnâtâŚIâm still the sameâŚShe left meâŚI let her goâŚI didnât hold her backâŚShe didnât waitâŚShe went. My head felt twice in size. I wanted her.
We walked together when she suddenly halted at The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf counter. She took a seat near the window, while I ordered, âOne Espresso and one Darjeeling Long Leaf.ââ She still liked the same type of âgracefulâ tea. My taste had changed from hot chocolate to espresso, Chivas and rum. All sweetness had disappeared from my lifeâa spoonful of Rabri gave me toothache. I had forgotten about Ice Creams in a cone because of my Diabetes and also, since I had no one to share them with. Unnati used to love all flavours in a Waffle cone. âDoes she enjoy them even now?â I wondered.
I went and sat beside her, I wanted to be close to her.
ââWhere have you been, for so long? Why didnât you get in touch with me? Nobody shared your whereabouts with me. All numbers, IDs changed. I couldnât trace you. Why did you leave me?ââ I asked.
Silence.
âTell me Una,â I pleaded. âIf I ask you the same question, what will be your reply?â
I merely let out a long sigh and cracked my knuckles.
âAarzoo, Vikram, Tamanna, Olga and Amit will be looking for me. They are meeting me here,ââ Unnati said. âAll of them? Why?ââ I asked. âWhat do you mean by asking why? Tell me Sir,ââ retorted Unnati.
ââNot Sir, Saheb, that is how you used to address me,ââ I raised my brows and murmured. âPast. Itâs 2020 now, and youâre no more than a stranger,ââ said Unnati. âThank you for all the help with my luggage and the wonderful tea.ââ
She picked her tote, touched her head in the style of a crisp salute and walked away to meet her group of friends. Unnatiâs friends were my acquaintances, too. We all used to be friends and studied together at Delhi College of Engineering.
I wanted to call her back, I wanted to hold and embrace her tight, but I just sat there with my fist supporting my tight jaw and soft silent tears flowing from the corner of my shut eyesâŚI had lost her again.
"Hey Big Man, Whatâs up Bro?" spoke Amit, as he pressed my right shoulder from behind. ââYou couldnât wait for me before meeting her. Spoilt it. Mann (Tamanna) and I had forced Unnati to attend Arti and Nitinâs wedding. She was not ready to leave her children alone,ââ said Amit.
ââWhat crap are you talking about? What b*******!ââ I hollered at Amit. ââShe canât be a mother, sheâs not marriedâshe does not look like anything that you are talking about. Sheâs my Una,ââ I spoke loudly as I banged my fist on the table. People glared at me.
Amit left money on the table, picked my laptop bag and guided me....I was a broken man fumbling with Armani shades to hide my eyes. âIâm going back, I canât come. I canât face her,â is all I said before I stopped and turned towards Amit. âWhat do you want? You have to chase what you want Man. You have seen the world, but you have not looked within. Youâre the boss to many but who is your Boss? Whoâs in your head, your heart. Not your mother or sister for sure,ââ Amit spoke loudly.
I sat on the first seat I could access, in the departure waiting area.
Tamanna came smiling towards us and said âRana, long time, still the sameâ6.2, Dark and Handsome. Nothingâs changed except your serious lookâŚCome, both of you eat this. Our flight is delayed and coffee, idli and stale sandwiches are available at this hour. I brought aloo parantha from home. For everyone!ââ Tamanna said happily. She took out two wrapped in foil and handed us. Amit was quick to give her a shoulder rub and a kiss on the forehead. âLove you Jaan,ââ is what Amit said to Mann. I just looked towards the sunlight streaming in through the big glass windows.
I realised that others were coming towards Amit and me.
All except Aarzoo & Una. They were huddled together Aarzoo was curling Unaâs hair between her fingers. Oh! How I loved her hair. Una was pretty and delicateâthe true meaning of the love name I gave her. I was passionately in love with her...I wanted to huddle with Una.
What was I feeling? I got up. Others came and encircled me. Pleasantries were exchanged. Vikram, my old room-mate, had married Olga, an Irish girl. They were expecting their first child in few months. They were happy and warm in each othersâ company. Looking at them, I suddenly felt cold.
âWe have good four hours before we reach Leela. Why are we scattered around this terminal?
Letâs go and sit together around a table, eat, laugh and share our experiences. Remember the good, old days?âsaid Amit.
âDecided. Iâm going to find the mithai shop or counter in this terminal. I am feeling good about all of us meeting, so we should all eat mithaiâŚand chocolateâŚand ice cream, or whatever. You can follow me,ââ announced Tamanna and walked away. Olga waived and took big strides to join Tamanna. âRaging hormones,â said Amit and followed, rolling his eyes.
Vikram called out to Aarzoo and pointed in the direction. He was walking behind everybody.
Aarzoo ran and joined him. Everybody was connected, Una and I were alone.
I walked towards Una. She saw me coming in her direction and turned her face on the side. I understood that she wanted to be alone.
I picked a newspaper from the stand and wrote down âSORRY. Please talk with meâ on the paper. I left the paper on the chair next to hers. I went and hid behind a column to avoid her gaze. I could see her.
She picked and unfolded the newspaper. She touched the writing with her fingertips and again with her palm. She touched it to her mouth and covered her face with it. She started to cry. The paper became wet. There was no sound but she was crying.
I stood frozen.
A passenger asked me to shift and make way for her wheelchair. âWipe your tears and go to her. I have been noticing both of you,ââ said the lady. People saw us, people sensed the tightened love vibes. People suggest the right actions needed. Do I follow them? If I could write sorry, why didnât I approach her and say Sorry. My thoughts were in a whirlwind. I wanted to wash my face with cold water. I walked down to the nearest counter and bought a chilled bottle of water along with two cups of hot chocolate. I walked toward Una and stood before her.
She didnât move an inch. Her knuckles were white as she clenched something tightly. I let a cold droplet fall on her hand. No reaction. I placed the cold bottle on her hand, she shivered and her fist opened. Torn and neatly folded part of newspaper with my writing, fell on the floor. She bent and reached for it.
âCan I sit next to you?â I asked. She nodded. I handed her a cup of hot chocolate. She embraced it with both palms but did not raise it to her lips. âDrink it Una, it will warm you insideâŚletâs see who finishes first, just like old times,â I said.
âOld times?â she gave a short, bitter laugh. âAnd donât call me Una. Youâre still living the life you had four years ago, Iâm not. You want your hot chocolate, you want things to be âyourâ way, always. I have moved on. I had to.â
âYes you have moved on. Married? Kids? Amit said something about that,â I smirked. âThatâs how you moved on?â
âWho are you to question me?â she remained silent for few minutes and then continued, âI married Nayan. Nayan, who was gay but not open about it. He hadnât shared this with anyone.
The only reason he married me was to calm his mother on the death bed, that yes, he has brought home a girl. And I married him knowingly. He never touched me. It was our contract.
After my divorce I got the money I needed,â Unnati spoke in one breath.
âSo you married Nayan, the topper and..? For his money? Thatâs not you Una!â I said, exasperated.
âDo not call me Una!â she said sternly.
âYou had a top job at L&T, why did you marry him? Why did you need more money?â I continued as if I hadnât heard her.
âYou used me in college, Rana, you used me, in every possible way! You were not ready to take me home. You didnât need me as a constant in your life, as your better half. I was merely a delight for your gloomy days. You never had the guts to face your mum and let her know about me!âsaid Unnati.
âNo Una,â I said.
âZip your lips. I was your Una when I felt loved by you, when you touched my soul by respecting me, when you were the wind beneath my wings, the sunshine on my back. I loved you deeply, so I called you my Saheb, out of respect, for your manners and your sexual prowess,â she said with a straight face.
I was stunned and sat there listening. âWhen you did not introduce me to your mother on the Graduation Day, everybody said âsorryâ to me. I felt like your mistress, a mistress who never gets the familyâs approval, forget about respect,â Unnati continued.
ââSorry Unnati,â I said and reached out to hold her hand. She started sobbing the moment I held her hands on her lap. I let her cry. With her both hands in my one, I rubbed the nape of her neck. Slowly, my fingers eased her twisted bun, and her long hair fell loose. I could smell her favourite shampoo, Indian Rose from Forest EssentialsâŚI rememberedâŚI remembered her completely. Only if she still believed me. Only if I had told her then....
âAww, so sweet. Continue,â said Olga, with a wink and a thumbs up sign. She walked towards the group waiting in boarding queue. I understood that it was time to board. Una just wanted to keep sitting like thatâŚI wanted to freeze the timeâŚmaybe she wanted to, too.
I helped her up and guided her towards the boarding counter. Before boarding, Tamanna pushed a Rasgulla each, in Unnatiâs and my mouth. âAlways stay cool and no matter how much this life squeezes you, may you continue to remain sweet. Especially you Rana,âsaid Tamanna pulling my ear lobe lightly. âThis girl, your Una, can survive anything. But you canât Rana, not without her. You just canât,â Tamanna stated firmly.
Everyone around clapped and cheered for us. I had not felt this happy after being alone, without my Una.
Una was blushing and I could see her dimples. My lips wanted to kiss her, but it could only be a peck on Unaâs cheek. Iâd better not live my life my way from now.
The flight to Bengaluru was for two hours and forty minutes. Una was tired. She and I sat in one row. The seat next to ours was empty. Una soon dozed off with her neck tilted and strained. I stood up and removed my blazer. Then I sat and slid Unaâs head on my lap. She automatically pulled up her legs and folded them comfortably. With my blazer over her, I folded my hands in prayer and looked above to thank the Lord for bringing Una back in my life. I tried to remember my last visit to the Gurudwara.
Due to slight turbulence, Una woke up. She opened her eyes, saw me looking at her, shut them and continued laying on my lap and the two seats. âThe Issey Miyake man,â Una smiled and said. Una was like a porcelain doll. I had forgotten how delicate she was.
I sat gathering my thoughts about events past and today. I remembered Amit talking about Unaâs children. Una yawned but kept still.
âUnnati, how many children do you have?ââ I asked with my face close to hers. âTwo kittens,ââ is the answer I got. I smiled with relief. âMy part for your kids is in the bank, the Egg Bank. Nayan, my friend, is paying for them. Aarzoo is my 24*7 support. My parents are happy in their small town.â I closed my eyes. âI didnât know when and if, you will come back to me. Couldnât let anyone else touch me. I have a medical condition and canât give birth. But I can enjoy sex, Saheb,â she said. The flight landed. I opened my eyes and my tear drops fell on her face. She pulled my hand beneath my coat and guided it to her heart. âIt was yours forever, I love you, only you,â she said. I found my life again, my forever Una.đ
----Charu Rishi Mehra ----
---- 23/05/22 ----
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