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on him that they hover around different emotional planes in spite of their physical proximity.

It seems that it is the weird fate of the unrequited love that even the physical union with the loved one, wouldn’t lead to an emotional integration.

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Time was on its languid course in Roopa’s life until that winter afternoon, when Tara entered into it. Book-marking the Madame Bovary that she was engrossed in, an irritated Roopa opened the door to the sound of the buzzer, to be pleasantly surprised at finding a smart and beautiful woman across the threshold.

“I’m Tara,” said the visitor extending her hand to Roopa.

“Welcome,” said Roopa taking Tara’s hand with a strange sense of excitement.

“Hope I’m not disturbing you,” said Tara, glancing at the book in Roopa’s hand.

“I was just browsing through it,” said Roopa placing Madame Bovary on the teapoy.

“I’ve heard it’s a classic of infidelity,” said Tara picking up the book.

“It depends on how one looks at it,” said Roopa without taking a stance.

“I wanted to see you for long but I’ve got an excuse only now. Yadamma suddenly left for her native place and wanted me to be the news-carrier. She may not turn up till the weekend,” said Tara with a smile.

“She’s a great fan of yours,” said Roopa smilingly.

“But I think it’s the other way round. She says you’re the most charming woman ever. Now I realize she doesn’t exaggerate,” Tara said with her characteristic ease.

“You’ve a rare grace,” said Roopa earnestly.

“We need a romantic man’s judgment for that, don’t we? Moreover, to be beautiful is one thing and to beautify is another. Woman’s beauty could be a lovers’ fortune but more often, I suppose, it’s the husband’s routine,” said Tara positing Bovary back on the teapoy.

 ‘If only my dream-man were for the real,’ thought Roopa, keeping quiet.

“What’s your husband?” asked Tara appearing to sound casual.

“He’s a Senior Assistant in the State Secretariat,” said Roopa without any remorse.

“I suppose yours is a love marriage,” Tara said implying that but for the weakness of love, Roopa must have got a better match.

“It’s a regulation match,” said Roopa sounding mysterious in her own way.

While Roopa was too young and inexperienced in life to infer Tara’s innuendo, the latter for her part was puzzled to understand what was at the back of Roopa’s mind.

“When would you grace my place?” said Tara enticingly.

“Soon but without adjectives,” said Roopa eager to continue with the Bovary story,

“You know, I’m a working woman but now I’m on leave all this week, so don’t disappoint me,” said Tara and left, without waiting for a reply, in the manner of a person who would leave as though the argument was over with that statement.

After Tara had left, Roopa found herself contemplating,

‘What a stylish carriage she has, backed by that confident manner! Won’t she make the hallmark of grace itself? Why, there’s something casual about her remarkable beauty as well. What an impressive personality she has! Maybe, she symbolizes the modern woman.’

Though Roopa went back to the Madame, it didn’t take her long to realize that Tara’s persona seized her mind, and unable to concentrate on her story, she gave up in the end.

‘Is this fascination for Tara owing to my lesbian leanings? By the way, am I bisexual by disposition? No, it can’t be, it was only my distress that triggered that union with Sandhya. Looks like Tara is no less enamored of me. Could she be a lesbian by any chance? If ever the push comes to the shove, it won’t be an unwelcome development, would it be?’ Roopa began contemplating.

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After lunch, the next day, Roopa set out to Tara’s place, and soon she found herself pressing the door buzzer, though without a response from within. Realizing in time that there was load shedding in their area, she knocked at the door that Tara opened expectantly.

“Hearty welcome,” said Tara extending her hand to Roopa.  

“This is graceful,” said Roopa warmly grabbing Tara’s hand.

After Tara took her around her well-appointed home, said Roopa,

“You’ve a good taste.”

“Thanks for your compliment it but it takes more than good taste to adorn a home. One has to make adjustments for that,” said Tara taking Roopa’s hand.  

“I see that working couples have to put up with a lot many inconveniences?” said Roopa pressing Tara’s shoulder sympathetically.

“Roopa, enduring inconveniences may lead one up to a point but it’s the compromises that count in today’s world,” said Tara as the power supply was restored.

“I don’t quite get you,” said Roopa going blank.

Before she got the answer, the buzzer was on.

“What a surprise!” Roopa found Tara welcoming someone at the door.

“Your thought got me into the mood,” Roopa heard an ardent male voice and turned her gaze instinctively only to find a handsome man of about thirty-five taking Tara’s hand as he came in.

“I’ve a guest,” said Tara withdrawing her hand tentatively as he turned his gaze towards Roopa who kept staring at them wide-eyed.

“Apologies for the trespass,” he said as he came up to Roopa.

“Not at all, she is Roopa my neighbor,” said Tara in introduction,

“He’s Ravi, my cousin.”

“What a persona-synchronous name!” he exclaimed as Roopa was flabbergasted.

“How come you didn’t tell me that you’ve such a marvelous friend!” he complained to Tara, while ogling at Roopa.

“I had the pleasure of meeting her only yesterday,” said Tara looking at Roopa.  

“How lucky it’s my turn today!” he said, without taking his eyes off Roopa.

“I think it’s reciprocal. What do you say Roopa?” said Tara seemingly prompting Roopa.

Though his forthrightness tickled Roopa’s psyche, her modesty reined in her enthusiasm, making her dumb.

“You won’t find many like Ravi, I call him a businessman with a romantic touch,” said Tara, not hiding her familiarity.

“That’s Tara for you, an expert at handing out left-handed compliments,” he said turning to Roopa.

“It seems you lost your wits after seeing Roopa,” said Tara as if to clarify, “Haven’t you heard it said that love is a hackneyed expression unless backed by money? I was implying that you’ve the means to fan love in any woman’s heart. Isn’t it a fulsome compliment for a handsome guy?”

As Tara’s characterization of Ravi thrilled Roopa’s romanticism, she found herself staring at him endearingly.

“It’s the case of beauty and brains at work together,” he said in mock exasperation, and sank into the sofa between the host and her guest.

“You men always underestimate women, of course, only to go wrong, Roopa has brilliant brains, and is a judicious reader as well,” said Tara enlivening the conversation further.

“Don’t believe her, she’s only exaggerating,” Roopa inadvertently addressed him.

“Is it possible to exaggerate your beauty? With no need for makeup, you’ve all the time for intellectual pursuits. Won’t that glow your persona all the more giving that special aura?” Ravi addressed Roopa.

“You’re a difficult fellow,” Tara patted him in admiration while Roopa couldn’t help feel flattered.

“Tell Roopa, is it not another left-handed give,” he said, mocking exasperation.

“I better prepare some tea for us,” said Tara getting up from the sofa.

“May I see your kitchen,” said Roopa, however, without attempting to get up.

“Why leave our guest alone, keep him company,” said Tara to Roopa.

“What large heartedness to make the lady guest your co-hostess,” said Ravi to Tara, and as she left smiling, turning to Roopa he added,

 “Do you think I’m a bore or what?”

“Oh, no,” she said eagerly, afraid that her silence would otherwise silence him depriving the excitement she was experiencing.

“I’ve seen many a beautiful woman before,” he moved closer to Roopa as he took out a pearl from his coat pocket. “I always entertained the idea of presenting this to the ‘Perfect Ten’, if ever I come across one. In terms of money it costs next to nothing, but it symbolizes beauty at its very best, seen through a connoisseur’s eyes. Though I’ve traveled the globe twice over, I didn’t find the woman who I thought deserved this. And the moment I’ve seen you, I felt as though this is yours by right for you’re more than perfect.”

 Having finished mystically, he grabbed her hand and thrust the pearl into it and looking into her enamored eyes, he closed the fist, fearing she might drop it in her overwhelmed state.

Before Roopa could gather her wits, Tara walked in with the Chinaware.

“I haven’t realised that you’re a southpaw,” said Tara to Roopa as they were having their tea,

“Not really,” said Roopa, involuntarily looking at her closed fist.

“One doesn’t get tea like this served even in Darjeeling, and to have it in such a lovely company, oh, it’s divine,” said Ravi addressing Roopa.

“My dear man, you’re exaggerating really, I mean my part of it,” said a pleased Tara.

“Actually I’m unable to express even a fraction of the other part,” he said, staring at Roopa,

Though her eyes were downcast, Roopa could envisage the darts of his desire piercing her breasts. Then the clock struck three as though to suggest that Roopa might comprehend the situation better in solitude.

“I’ll make a move,” said Roopa, rising.

“Can I hope for the pleasure of meeting you again,” he said extending his hand.

Though Roopa failed to extend her hand for him, she grasped his stress on ‘again’, and for an embarrassing look for a reply, she departed in bewilderment.

Having hurried home in time, she leapt over the steps only to realize that she had left her wallet behind. Swirling in confusion, she sank on the steps and dropped her head on her knees. When she recovered a little at length, she realized that her fist was aching and it was only then that she felt the accentuated sensation of the pearl, which she found herself gripping in her fist, and though she loosened her grip, yet she couldn’t bring herself to open it as her mind refused to comply.

‘Oh, what should I do with this?’ she wondered, opening up her palm at length and unable to come to a conclusion in her confusion, she tucked the pearl inside her bra, and thought, ‘let me think about it later. Would he be at her place still! Wouldn’t he have left by now? Anyway, how long can I hang on here?’

She walked back to Tara’s place languidly as if to buy time, and reaching for the buzzer finally, she virtually leaned on it, having got sapped by then. However, it was a while before a surprised Tara opened the door, only after due enquiry from within.

“I’ve left my wallet here,” muttered Roopa apologetically, still leaning on the wall.

“Is it so?” said Tara, and gave way to her, having recovered from her own embarrassment, ‘I didn’t notice it.’

Roopa sprang into the room and pounced upon her purse lying by the sofa.

“Why, you look so sick,” said Tara who was composed by then.

“I don’t know,” murmured Roopa for an answer.

“I was just laid up in bed,” Tara seemed to explain her being in lingerie.

“I am sorry.”

“Don’t worry, have some water and go,” ’ said Tara.

“No thanks.”

“Do take care,” said Tara herself putting on the nightgown lying nearby.

“It should pass,” said Roopa, and began to move out.

“I’ll see you later,” said Tara accompanying Roopa up to the wicket-gate.

“Thank you,” said Roopa crossing the gate.

“Bye for now,” said Tara as Roopa hit the road, and thought,

‘Could there be a better way for me to seduce her than getting myself caught red-handed at that. Won’t Roopa, the platinum premium, go home and wonder about my double life? Won’t that portend well. If only we could hunt as a pair, what game that would fetch!’

“Bye,” said Roopa looking back at Tara, only to find her furtively glancing at the Impala parked near the gate.

 

Chapter 9

Sathyam’s Surrender

 

Sinking into the sofa on reaching home, Roopa closed her eyes as if to eliminate the environs, and began to focus her thoughts on the object of her agitation. ‘This is yours by right,’ she recalled Ravi’s words as she felt for the pearl on her breast. Finding it in the left cup, she retrieved it like a treasure and posited it on her palm in adoration. Then

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