Friday, June 09, 2006

The Weeping Willow

Divya didn’t know what to do. Throwing rocks at Sunil had certainly gotten his attention, and now he was looking for the culprit amidst the cornfield where she was hiding. After many minutes of listening intently and shifting her position so as to stay hidden, Divya was sure he must’ve grown weary. She marched out of the cornfield with a pompous stride only to find herself face to face with Sunil. She stopped dead in her tracks as his eyes bore into hers.
‘Kyun bhai? Agar koi masla hai tou batao mere ko’
She shook her head uncertainly.
‘Ek lappar maroon ga na,hosh thikanay aa jayein ge’
‘Kyun?!Lappar kyun maro ge?Tere ko patthar hee mara hai na,kaunsa juram kiya hai?’
‘Befkoof chokri.Maloom hai kitni zor ka lagta hai? Idher aao zaraa, Baba ke samnay batata hoon kitni zor ka lagta hai’

And with that he pulled at her duppatta towards him, out of the cornfield. She yielded only to maintain her dignity and haughtiness, yanking her duppatta out of his hand as they walked along the river bank scattered with upright willows.
Apart from the fact that Divya had the most beautiful eyes in the whole village, Sunil rarely or never seemed to notice. Not that she wanted him to. Her jaw was always set a certain way when she talked to him, all authoritative and shit.Her eyes would go all narrow as if she suspected something was up and her whole being would be alert.

Except when they would sit by the river bank and race about who would finish their sugarcane first. She had to stop chewing on her sugarcane cuz the sight of its juice dribbling down his chin was just so funny. Only then would he notice how magnificently her eyes shined with tears of joy. And he would stop chewing too, not because she was so beautiful laughing, but because of how it suddenly put him into a deep thought. Of course, the feeling would go away as readily as it had come, and the sun would go down on the river.
She would notice how sturdy his gaze was when they were doing inane things like collecting leaves of different trees or poking into neighboring houses to listen in on conversations. He would fix his eyes on an unmoving object like a door chain or a branch and concentrate hard on whatever he was doing. It was at that point when she felt like she didn’t know him at all. That he was in a world so far beyond hers that she’s given up chasing after him.

And now they had grown. Two souls made from the same dirt. The yin and the yang and everything in between.
The day he told her he was leaving, she laughed. Of course it was an amazing opportunity, but those kind of things didn’t happen to people like them.’Isay apnay achay buray ka pata hee nahin hai.Sari akal mein ne jo le lee hai’, she thought to herself, and walked off.
It was only when he didn’t come leaf-picking or star-gazing or eavesdropping, that it slowly began to seep in. And all of a sudden, conversation was a rare luxury neither of them couldn’t afford anymore. The heavy silence stuck in their throats like maple on wood. And as the dust collected behind the carriage that took him away, Divya crouched on the river bank as the willows wept with her.

That’s how they got their shape=).

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