Shraddha,
generally a bubbly and lively person, was morose and brooding ever since her
husband returned three days back from a tour. She had found accidentally a pair
of torn stubs of cinema tickets from the pocket of Naveen’s pant while folding
the heap of his clothes washed after his return. She had not gone in the recent
past to any movie with him. The tickets were so crumpled and the letters faded,
she could not find more details than that they were movie tickets. Naveen was
not a movie person and gave in to accompany her only after much pleading from
her. Who could be the other person, a female colleague or stranger, was she
younger than her and more beautiful and was Naveen in relationship with her and
whether that was why he went to Hyderabad frequently and similar such questions
rankled her mind bringing in its wake a severe headache. Naveen was a good guy
and loving husband, she was aware, but what worried her was if the woman was
wily and snared him into her fold. She decided to confront him directly that
evening.
On his
return from office that evening, Naveen found the living room dark and switched
on the lights to see Shraddha sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed and
hair disheveled.
“Aren’t you
well or what? Why are you not dressed up ready to go out as you usually are?”
Naveen asked with concern. She did not respond and continued to ignore his presence.
Sensing something unusual, he went near her and put his hands comfortingly on
her shoulders only to be shrugged away.
“If you do
not tell me what is bothering you, how can I help you?” he asked gently
After some
uncomfortable silence, she said, “I never expected this from you. I have always
believed that you loved me. But you seem to have developed other interests,”
and started sobbing.
“What crap
are you talking? Why can’t you be forthright and tell me what is it you are
trying to convey indirectly,” he asked in an irritable tone.
She ran
inside and brought the pant, pulled out the torn tickets and thrust them on his
hands saying “Do you need more proof of your cheating on me while on tour? Do
remember we had not gone to any movie in three months. Come out with your
excuse that you had gone with your male friend despite my knowing that you hate
to go to movies.”
“Believe me,
I have never gone to any movie after we went together whenever it was. I am hurt
that you suspect me despite my abiding love for you,” he said. Suddenly he
pulled the pant from her hands and examined it minutely as Holmes would do by
turning it from one side to another and measuring it against his body. He finally
spoke, “It is you who needs to explain a lot. This is not my pant, the waist is
shorter in width and length longer than my size. Further I do not have a pant
of this texture that is somewhat cheap. How has this come to our house? We do
not go to dry cleaners at all. Whose pant is this? You may have to account for
the mysterious presence of a stranger’s pant and possibly that of a younger and
taller man than me?”
Shocked at
his veiled accusation, she could only mumble, “Frankly I don’t know how this
has come here,” and snatched the pant and tickets from him only to examine them
further. Not finding any clue. She threw away the tickets in disgust.
“No point
in wasting time by examining the pant. Take your time and think of any
plausible reason why a stranger’s pant is in our house. Do remember the adage
that people in glass houses should not ….,” he trailed before she put her palm
on his mouth screaming hysterically, “No, no. I swear in the name of god that I
do not have an inkling of how this has come to our house. You must trust me and
have faith in my words.”
“I thought
faith was mutual and not one sided,” he said with a smirk. She started crying
loudly.
He kept
quiet watching her weeping inconsolably till he heard a knock on the door. It
was the maid Krishnaveni with a man who could be her husband standing behind
her. She looked disheveled with swollen eyes possibly after a bashing from what seemed a drunk husband. “Can I
speak to amma(Memsahib) urgently?” she asked.
Hearing her
voice, Shraddha came rushing to door and asked her to come in side with the man
left outside to wait.
“What is it
you want to speak to me urgently at this hour? Why are your eyes swollen and
black? Did he beat you for money again?” Shraddha asked in concerned voice.
“Amma, you
must promise me not to throw me out for a mistake I committed. I have never
done that and will not do again,” she implored looking alternately at Shraddha
and Naveen.
“What are
you blabbering? What mistake you committed? Have no fear. Tell me the truth,”
Shraddha said looking at Naveen from the corner of her eyes.
“Amma, I
will tell you the truth but promise me that you would not throw me out. My
brother got a new pant for my husband for his birthday and this wretch of a man
wore it when he went for booze and rolled on the wet road unable to stand up. I
washed it many times at my home but the muddy stain would not go. Devil got
into my head when I decided to put along with your husband’s clothes in the
washing machine. Since you went out to your mom’s house, I could not take it
out from the washing machine that day. As you had removed the clothes the next
day, I could not muster the courage to ask you for the pant.
This wretch
standing outside accuses that I had given the pant to someone else when I could
not produce it and has been beating me ever since to tell him to whom I had
given. When I told him that I had put in your washing machine and that I could
not take it out, he would not believe me. Would you please save my marriage by
locating the pant and giving it to me in his presence? It is dark in colour,”
Krishnaveni spoke nonstop.
“Did you
say save your marriage?” Shraddha smiled as she ran inside to fetch the pant and
asked if that was the pant she was looking for.
The maid
fell her feet and said “Amma, you will be blessed by God for ever. Yes, this is
the one. Let me hand over to my husband so that he will stop suspecting me and
beating me,” before rushing out.
Naveen
gravitated towards her and drew her close to him with both
feeling embarrassed at their wild accusations. It was then Krishnaveni entered but
stopped abruptly at the door only to retreat.
Shraddha
freed herself from Naveen and called her to tell “Good, you are happy. Do not
put your clothes again in the machine without my permission. Come
tomorrow for work as usual.”
“Small
misunderstandings add spice to life. Get ready in five minutes, my dear We will
eat out. I am famished,” said Naveen. Shraddha hastened to her room with a
spring in her walk.