It was early morning and the sun had just
arisen. Deepak could not sleep due to jet lag and came out to the balcony. He
saw on the road some elders on their morning walk, paper boys cycling speedily
with bundles of dailies on the carrier and women pushing the carts with milk
packets to deliver. An old woman with basketful of spinach of different
varieties was heard shouting” keerai, keerai.” He could smell the aroma of coffee
from the electric filter in the kitchen and hear his mom lighting lamp in the puja
room. As he turned to go inside, he saw a young woman in her mid-twenties
staring at him from the opposite balcony. What a chiseled beauty he thought
even as he stopped going in to look at her. To his surprise she did not lower
her face but continued to gaze at him. She was very appealing in her yellow top
and jeans with a cup of coffee in her hand. Surprised at her nonchalance, he
continued to stare at her with interest.
Hearing shuffle of feet behind, he turned
to see his mom smiling with a cup of coffee in her hands. “Poor thing,” she
mumbled as she saw the young woman and said “Come in, my cup is on the dining
table. We can sit there.” He turned once again to see the young woman but she
had gone inside.
As they settled down sipping coffee, he
asked, “You said poor thing. What was that? Whom were you referring to?”
“I was thinking about Sharanya the young
lady you saw in the opposite apartment. Do you know she is totally blind? They
have come recently here. Very nice family and very talented one she is. If only
she were not blind, I would have….,” she trailed off without completing the
sentence.
“Was she born blind”
“Her mom told me that her vision was
going down of late. Can you examine her? I have told her mom that you are a big
eye surgeon in US and that you would be coming here.”
“No problem, amma. I can examine her in
my friend Akshay’s eye clinic. You can tell them. You said she is talented. In
what areas? asked Deepak.
“She is an expert in Carnatic and
Hindustani classical music and has given public recitals. She has such a sweet
voice that you can listen to her endlessly. She is a post graduate in
economics. I can ask them to come. You can even talk to her.”
He was greatly surprised when around 3 pm
his mom came to his room to tell,” Freshen up and come to the living room.
Sharanya and her mom have come.”
“HI, I am Deepak. Nice to meet you. Amma
was mentioning about you both,” he said with a smile. She looked really
beautiful in close quarters in her pink top and black legging.
“Mami told me that you have come and
suggested that I bring Sharanya. First time we are meeting a renowned eye surgeon
informally like this,” Sharanya’s mother said.
“Ha ha, nothing renowned and all that. I
obtained my doctorate and am now working in Sanfransisco. I will examine her
tomorrow at 9am in my friend’s clinic. Do you know Akshay’s eye hospital in
Alwarpet?” he said.
“Thank you for readily agreeing to
examine,” he heard Sharanya speak in a soft voice.
“Welcome. We will talk about eye
tomorrow. Amma was all praise for your talent in music. I have a great liking
for Carnatic music and listen to it almost daily in the evenings. Amma was
telling me you give public recitals. I hope they must be there in YouTube. Glad
my Indian patient is a renowned vocalist,” he said with a loud guffaw followed
by laughter from all the three before him.
Deepak’s mom got up telling that she will
get coffee with Sharanya’s mom also getting up.
“I will show mami the new plants at the
rear balcony. You be talking meanwhile to Sharanya,” said his mother.
He turned to Sharanya who was gawking at
him with a smile in her face. Somewhat bewildered, Deepak showed two fingers
and asked her how many fingers she saw. She looked at his direction for long
and said “It is hazy, may be two or three.”
“Okay, we will see tomorrow. When your
vision is restored to normal, what are your plans? Do you work anywhere?” he
asked
She kept quiet for a while and then answered,”
No, to be honest with you, I would also like to work in US after taking a
doctorate in Stanford or Berkeley. Music is my hobby and not a profession.”
He was happy for no reason and said,”
Good, a wise decision. We will be in the same city.”
They talked animatedly for about 30
minutes on variety of common interests when their moms entered with coffee cups
in hand.
After sometime when they got up to leave
and the two moms were talking, Deepak gently whispered, “I am looking forward
to meeting you tomorrow,” and she replied softly “Me too,” with a giggle.
Unable to sleep he got up in the early
hours of night and thoughts of Sharanya with her pleasing looks, innocent
giggles and intelligent conversation lingered in his mind for long till he
dozed off.
“I see nothing wrong with your eyes. I
have performed several different tests and procedures to check your vision as
well as the overall health of your eyes. The examination was comprehensive.
Tell me Sharanya honestly what exactly is the reason for this farce,” asked
Deepak in a baffling manner.
She kept quiet for long looking at him
with some trepidation. When prodded, she blurted,” Don’t take me amiss. This
was a set up by your mom. She wanted us to meet and know each other. Since it
appears you were adamant against marriage, she employed this subterfuge. She
thought you would relent after meeting me. Are you upset with me?”
“No, I do not like such sly methods even
if it is by my mom. Did you agree to this drama without any protest?”
“Initially I protested but after seeing
you in the balcony, I changed my mind. I am sorry,” she lowered her head and spoke
somewhat shyly.
“No need to be sorry. I have also changed
my mind. Allow me to scare our moms for a moment before breaking the good news.
Play along with me,” he said with a chuckle.
Putting on her face a thick brown frame
with glasses as thick as the bottom of soda bottle, he took her outside to the
waiting moms and said solemnly, “I did not expect her condition to be so serious.
There is a speedy degeneration. Lucky you brought her today. Let her wear this
glass till a surgery is performed. I will arrange for surgery this week itself.”
“What are you saying? Her eyes are
perfect,” both the moms screamed shattered by the unexpected development.
Sharanya’s mother started sobbing but
Sharanya could not control her laughter.
“Auntie, do not worry. It is manageable
if both of you agree to one thing,” said Deepak
“What is that? We will agree surely,”
cried both of them in chorus.
“It is simple. Send Sharanya with me
permanently. She is willing,” he said with a wink and added turning to Sharanya,”
What do you say.” Turning to his mom he said ” Amma,I hope I have your approval.”
There were loud peals of laughter even as
Sharanya snuggled close to Deepak.
Really Nice way to start a Sunday on good note. As always loved the narration and the twist. Please keep them coming.
ReplyDeleteWasn't there any other way the mother could get her son like the girl? Narration is excellent, but ..I am touchy about the blindness acting part.
ReplyDeleteGreat present on our 40th anniversary together. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteYou are a master narrater. Whoever not reading yours are missing the lovely narration and the twist you produce. Seeks your blessings.
ReplyDeleteGripping story line/narration. Thank god, everything is fine. Enjoyed reading, Kp
ReplyDeleteVery nice and pleasing to read. But will this happen for real? I doubt it.
ReplyDeleteAll your stories are marvelous 👌🏼👌🏼in the beginning I realised that Sharanya could be blind but then after everything was totally unexpected 😍 I always love stories with happy ending as most of us prefer.
ReplyDeleteAlso the strong aspect of each of your stories is that one can visualize it the way you pen it down... very picturesque. Thank you. Waiting for the next one...
Hmmm...Wonder why such trysts happen mostly in stories!?☺ Good read!👍👌
ReplyDeleteThis is such a delightful story!!! The meddling maamis managed to do something good :)
ReplyDeleteOf course a good eye surgeon would know immediately if the person is blind or not. But as another commenter said above, such happy coincidences and endings happen only in stories!
ReplyDeleteSly subterfuge indeed but for a happy cause.
ReplyDeleteHahaha. Finding our soulmate is always an unexpected tryst. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteDelightful story
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