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As those poignant memories seemingly impinged upon his heart, his eyes began to swell with tears in profusion.
âWhat was more, Rathi was the neighborâs neighbor,â he continued after composing himself. âHow she was at ease with her life and made it easy for others; it was like seeing the simple living and high thinking in action. Wonder why life had let fate withdraw its model brand well before its expiry time; but the lament in the obituaries about the loss to the society on account of those, who had long ceased to contribute amuses me; would the lack of meaningless hyperboles in them mean any disrespect to the departed? What about the living legends; the psyche of these spent forces makes an interesting reading; used as they were to adulations in their heydays, they tend to bemuse themselves at sundry events as the organizers eulogize them to add value to their own endeavors, and as if they came out of their oblivion, they head home to savor a peg or two to buttress their fantasy of falsity.â
âSorry for the digression,â he continued as we savored the Laphroaic that I replenished meanwhile. âthe spiritual beauty of Rathiâs love lay in ignoring my roving eyes; it was not that she was any less sexy or I loved her any less, but I was too romantic to remain unmoved by the desirable women though she was more ardent than the best Iâd ever laid. Soon after our marriage, we had set up in the first floor of a house. As the widowed house owner lived in the ground floor, her daughter came to spend the summer holydays with her two kids; about Rathiâs age, she was her namesake as well. Oh, what a sexy dame she was, possibly the sexiest I had ever seen and the one I most wanted to have in all my life; as my passion for her namesake was ever on the raise, my Rathi said she wasnât losing sleep as her rivalâs hairy legs were sure to leave me cold that was if push comes to shove; but as I chanced to divine the dameâs satin legs, Rathi said she was only jesting to pour water over my raging ardency in those summer times.â
âOh, how unlike your Rathi, women clip the romantic wings of their men and still blame them for being cold to them.â
âWomen tend to imagine manâs romanticism as an on-off switch within their reach,â he said. âDidnât I tell you about a plain girl, who was enamored of me; much later, another I knew nursed the idea of marrying a romantic guy but was aghast as her father intended to get her married to a dull character; when she told me about her predicament, I said that though she was beautiful, yet she was not vivacious, and that itâ sex appeal that triggers romantics; I told her in half-jest that if she were sexy, I wouldâve seduced her; that made her comprehend the sexual realities of her life.â
âAre you a lover or a seducer? Iâm unable to figure that out.â
âWhat is a lover if he is not a seducer?â he said and continued. âComing back to our sexy neighbor, as I told you, I had lost my eyes to her and she too didnât seem to mind that; Rathi and I used to sleep on the terrace while that dame slept in the open compound with her mother and the kids; she could soon sense that standing by the parapet wall, I was forever ogling at her. That full moon night, I found her with her sari askance as she lay on her belly dangling her bare legs up in the air; oh how voluptuous she was in that moonlight then; sensing my anticipated presence, as she turned all the more inviting, so I got down and sauntered nearby to let her make the next move but she stayed put in her bed though I could discern her desire in her manner. Why she had failed to cross the threshold of our adulterous zone to address our wants I would never know; in spite of my surging urge, with her mother nearby, I too didnât dare to press farther. So our passions were locked in a painful stalemate that night; her manâs arrival the next day barred my further moves to checkmate her on our love-board of attrition. I always had the feeling that she was craving to be grabbed by me that night and had I dared to hustle her into agreeing, she wouldâve been mine that night, and possibly that wouldâve ushered us into a liaison of our lifetime; but destiny packed me off to this place shortly thereafter; oh how she remains the most insatiate passion of my life with a lingering longing; and had I not made it with that remarkable Sumitra, what a memorable contest it wouldâve been between them for the âmost wantedâ woman that I didnât have?â
As he closed his eyes seemingly savoring the persona of the woman he had failed to possess as well as to reminisce about the flavors of the one he was able to savor, I went out into the open to have a smoke in the fresh air.
Chapter 23
Smallness of Bigness
âBut as my child grew in Rumaâs womb, the devil gained ground in my head for the second time; earlier to possess her I even thought of killing Rajan,â he continued as I returned. âMaybe I wouldnât have brought myself to that, but the fact that I went to lengths to perfect the plan means Devi was right about my getting swayed by women. Had not death pulled him out of the scene, my ever-on-the-raise passion for Ruma might have tripped me at the threshold; let me tell you my plan for that perfect murder.â
âI suppose it takes moral courage to own up our degradations.â
âThe idea was to sow the seed of doubt in Rumaâs mind about a Rajan-Rathi affair and to let that grow into a tree of misgivings,â he began to unravel the murder plan. âYou know in the human mind, doubt has a faster rate of growth than even hope, and we know what that meant for poor Desdemona. Even if Ruma were not to fall into my arms on the rebound, she was bound to offer her shoulder to me to cry over, come to think of it, how cuckolding could facilitate seduction by way of compensation. So, by worming my way into her heart by egging on her fears that Rajan was about to desert her, I would be able to unravel my plan for a perfect murder; at a time when Rathi goes to her parentsâ place, we would drive Rajan to a less-frequented lake to drug him before I push him into it; as I jump after him to pin him down, she would yell for help, well at the top of her tone, and by the time someone would have come to bear witness to my fake rescue act, Rajan would have been dead and gone. Rathi could be told that Rajan, suspecting that I was carrying on with Ruma, had died in the process of drowning me; in the traumatic aftermath, we were bound to find solace in each otherâs arms, and given her nature, Rathi was sure to sympathize with Ruma to bring about our mĂ©nage a trois.â
âMaybe you couldâve made a name for yourself in crime fiction.â
âHow I craved to hear that from Ruma but fearing that she might take me as a callous character, I didnât disclose my diabolical plan to her though she pestered me no end,â he said remorsefully. âWonder how I could think in terms of snuffing out a life, more so of someone with full of life; by the way, what about soldiering, apart from the sense of valor, donât the poor youth opt for it for a livelihood. But who cares for their lives bar in the West, more so in the U.S; ironically, in long drawn-out ground wars, itâs this sensitivity to life thatâs the Achillesâ heel of the American military might. Why not, as is the case with the possibilities of life, so is with the power of the nations, itâs all about limitations.â
âWhen itâs about not wanting to die young, how poor Desdemona pleaded with the Moor to let her live for at least that night.â
âMore than lifeâs beauty, itâs the lure of it thatâs at work,â he continued. âUnder the shadows of the past mishaps, as the fear of the unknown had a domino effect in my mind, I turned gloomy when Rumaâs delivery neared; I donât know why, I started worrying about our own offspring not measuring up to Rajanâs lost one; if it were to fail me, wonât she cherish her lost kid, relishing Rajanâs memory being my wife. Moreover as âRajan Buildersâ was in doldrums by then; wonât a dull child pull my stock further down; worse still, what if she were to suspect that I let it sink out of jealousy because it was Rajanâs venture; but then was it not my obsession with her mind, body and soul that made me forget about my own self; well, of what avail was my love for her if it were to lead her into a rough weather? Even if our child was to be better than her lost one, wonât that still leave it poor and deprived; why blame her if were she to wish that Rajan was alive; but what a calamity it would be for both of us then.â
âIs it not said that love is a hackneyed expression unless itâs backed by money.â
âTrue but itâs the tragedy of life that it seldom finds the right mix for man in love; if love belittles man for lack of money, it lets gold-diggers fool the wealthy,â he continued. âIt was to avert the fate of losing Rumaâs love that I had taken moneymaking; but sadly for me, she mistook my long hours at work as my waning interest in her, and even as she started wooing me back, I stood wedded to my newfound obsession, ironically, not wanting to lose her love. But she mistook that as the shadow of Rathi on the horizon of our love and maybe to dispel that she became more devoted to me than ever, making me work harder than ever to retain her adoration. With the birth of Satish, as her devotion to me deepened, I began to see the futility of a rat race for I realized that hard work alone wouldnât take one onto the business heights, and that gave us time to gloat over each other and over Satish as well; when she joined me at the workplace leaving Satish to an ayahâs care, well, we had the best of both the worlds.â
He closed his eyes as if to reminisce those times in his mindâs eye.
âThen Anandâs arrival for higher studies enlivened our lives even more,â he continued. âAs he reminded me of my own youth, I became attached to him, and perceiving that he would grow up to be my replica, Ruma too had developed affection for him; so as he began to stay more with us than in the hostel, I began to confide my inner-most thoughts to him, and so did she, maintaining that she loved him most, of course, next to me, her man. Wonât that remind you of the woman on rebound whom I might have had in my youth. Well, while the infectiousness of his youthful zest lifted our spirits, his affectionate manner buoyed our self-worth that freed our union from the self-imposed strain
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