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He was a generous man but she hardly knew much about the investments or their financial health. A couple of times, she had asked him and he had been vague. Now when she thought about it...
He was a generous man but she hardly knew much about the investments or their financial health. A couple of times, she had asked him and he had been vague. Now when she thought about it…
The Muse of the Month is a monthly writing contest organised by Women’s Web, bringing you original fiction inspired by women.
Chandrika R. Krishnan is one of the winners for the November 2021 Muse of the Month, and wins a Rs 750 Amazon voucher from Women’s Web. The juror for this month, Anuradha Kumar commented, “This introspective, quiet, story with its depiction of the relationship between two relatively older people is quite impressive. A lifetime spent together can bring familiarity and still allow for many mysteries and secrets. Also, the structure of the story, shifting from an external perspective to an internal monologue is well-done.”
What? How did he simply walk away? That too after a marriage of 30 years ….Without wallet and belongings?
Mayuri sat surrounded by people, noises, and voices, yet nothing reached her. It was the fifth day since her world turned upside down.
Did they fight? Was the marriage strong? I thought it was! Who knows what goes on in a marriage?
It was just like any other day. She had woken up at around 7 AM and walked into the kitchen. The saucepan and a single mug were washed and neatly placed on the draining board just like every single day for the last thirty years. Her husband had a penchant for waking up early and had his cup of tea before he started his day. In the early years of the marriage, the mornings were pretty hectic and the arrival of children added to the chaos. Retirement brought forth changes that were pleasant if not earth-shattering. He returned from his walk at around half-past seven carrying with him newspaper, just in time for Mayuri to walk into the patio with their respective cups of tea and they sat discussing the day’s news. They had differing opinions on politics and they debated endlessly on it.
What about his children? Maybe, he was depressed! Is it possible that the children are not coming to visit their parents? This is what happens when we send children away to a foreign land. Loneliness, maybe? Or mental health issues? How little we know of others!
“Listen Mayuri! The children are happy living their own lives, just like how they need to. They talk to us every day and that makes you happy. If not for COVID, we make it a point to meet them every year. Get a life. Create a routine. Don’t mope around. You will make the children feel guilty.
Here come the police! Anything you can add, madam? Did he leave a letter? You say you checked…but can you see again? What was he wearing? You didn’t notice, you say! Yes, yes, I agree we hardly notice what our spouses wear. Did you not lay his clothes out for him? Can you check his wardrobe and tell us? No? Did you not shop for him?
Thirty years back, “go and hand over this coffee to Madhav,” Mayuri was told. She stood by his side handing over freshly brewed coffee to him by pouring little by little from the davara* to the tumbler* as she had seen the womenfolk in her family do. Madhav had looked quizzically at Mayuri and said, “hover around me if you want my company, not otherwise! I hate lukewarm coffee!” The same was the case when she laid out his clothes or stood by his side. She was glad that he was a self-sufficient man, unlike the men in her family.
Such a nice man!
It was as days went by that she realized that there was a part of him that she could never reach particularly the finances. He was a generous man but she hardly knew much about the investments or their financial health. A couple of times, she had asked him and he had been vague. Now when she thought about it, she realized the strange thing about old conversations. Sometimes, you remember the pauses in between sentences more, the sighs, even the expressions, even if you cannot see them or put a finger on them. He was getting immersed in philosophy, religion and she could never speak to him about that. She always put it down to his reticence but she remembered watching a movie where even a rational man is taken in by god-men or women. She wondered if he had joined an ashram leaving her alone and immediately felt guilty. Children had come home and swung into action. Every hospital and morgue was covered by them and the neighbors. Social media was very helpful, yet he was not found. She worried when there was rain, chill breeze, and the pandemic of course.
Maybe some health issue? Dementia?
She sat hearing voices around her, not getting the closure she deserved. She did not know if his walking away was deliberate or was a victim of some foul play. As everyone searched for him, she sat among his belongings, neat, not a thing out of place as she meticulously searched for answers.
Image source: a still from the short film Everything is Fine
Chandrika R Krishnan, a Bengaluru-based writer and educationist likes all things beginning with a ‘T’ - talking, teaching, tales and tea. Her 300-odd published articles, poems and stories are eclectic and mostly experiential and read more...
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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