Indu longed to inside………….
Gauri chechi stood leaning against the window………….drifted away in thoughts…..
She never realised the presence of two pairs of eyes scrutinising her.Indu stood there awhile,memories lingered,bygones galored,twenty years assembled themselves to rewind and to be before the thatched roof that once sheltered Gauri chechi,Indu,their pebbles, the rice pounder,their henna designs and the accompanying fragrances of the jasmine flowers,of the burning camphor in the adjoing temple,.fragrance of the sweet smelling plantation trees,of the ripened jackfruit that was just a leap away and many more pleasurable intoxicants which were a indispensable part of their daily routine…………
Gauri chechi as Siddharth recalled,was the epitome of beauty,a damsel who was cascaded into a trench.The extent of the her beauty and his ugliness matched.She never came into terms with the fact that she was married to a man who as almost twice her age.Consequently,there was a marital discord.Siddharth’s uncle had two sons,who were almost Gauri chech’s age.She never accepted them as her family.
She went about throughout the day tightlipped and noone in the family realised when she bacme a recluse and proceeded towards being a schizophrenic…………….