A chair in Darkness…

I am planning to go out with my best friend’s mother, Tarun said to himself. He kept on murmuring for the next five minutes before a sudden light searched his room like a lighthouse scans the ocean. The darkness in his room was restored and he started his due conversation with his lover. She was sitting in front of him on a chair that was visible a while before. Darkness still prevails in Tarun’s small yet cosy apartment somewhere in central Calcutta.

Tarun tried to reason her cold expressions and came up with something that he thought was probably the best joke he can imagine in centuries. He remarked in a heroic accent, “Honey, there are certainly two kinds of coveted men on earth- the ones, with whom the girls desire to be with and the ones who are coveted by the fathers of unmarried girls”. He laughed alone! A late night traffic cacophony continued to fill the room with unwanted disputes. She tried to re-adjust her on the chair as he tried to explain the joke. “See, you didn’t get the funny part of the joke, you look bewildered”, he added.  She kept quiet.

“Alright, I am going to talk to her about her verdict. After all she is the mother of my best friend. She cannot do this to me. See, even in this much-loved darkness you look so enlightening. Don’t you believe me that we are made for each other?” Tarun kept on saying without skipping a breath. She remained stoic for a while. He thought she would come closer and embrace him as another stream of light sliced the darkness of the room in two halves. A glass of cheap liquor succumbed to gravity and his frustrations aggravated. He hated light. His expressions grew wilder!

She answered in her soft and gentle voice, “Why do you want to be with me? Your best friend is probably the best match I will ever have; and you should understand this!”  Tarun could not control his voice and shouted like a demon. His words were incomprehensible; however, his actions as seen from a distant window seemed like a perplexed animal trying to break free. He poured another glass of high spirits and mixed it with some coke to calm his nerves. He looked at her as she was trying hard to conceal her fear. His lips were dry and he tried to drink the glass full of spirits at once, his body denied the quantum of excitement; he puked!

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She thought she would reason him before the dawn and kept on maintaining a calm disposition. He grew restless every minute. He wanted to put on the lights and see the face that used to be the reason for his peaceful slumber. But he knew, the lights might unsettle her and he might lose her forever. He captured her on that chair after a long persuasion.

Tarun started walking around the chair describing how he thought he will influence his best friend’s mother to change the fate of three lives. Two of them were his best pals and he himself cannot contain his own emotions in the dearth of this hour that brings in a testimony of his gallant love. He knows where this abduction will lead to, or probably he is afraid of something. But he knows that the desire to be with her is compelling enough to go on a riot against this world. He poured another drink as silence and darkness reconciled in the room for a while.

Tarun kept his eyes fixed on her as if he was gauging her beauty and adolescence for the last time in his life. She looked uncomfortable but she knew it will be morning very soon. Tarun was probably drunk by then as he tried to reach the chair to fix a strip of her hair that was unsettled by the wind. She did not protest but he felt that she did not like it. She knew her hands were fastened tightly and if he wanted he has all the options of discovering her desires. But, he wanted to make it work and he whispered in her years, “I will go out with my best friend’s mother tomorrow. Please hang on till then!”

The first light of the sun could not disturb a sleeping Tarun as she watched him closely for the first time. She knew she was not a reality, but she knew his emotions were real. She waited freely chained on the chair before he would get up for another fighting day in the city of so-called joy. She knew he had no one except a shadow in the darkness to talk about his loveless life! She kissed his forehead! He smiled in his dream!

They exchanged a partial farewell glance in between what you read and what I wrote…

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