The sky was clear blue. Dusk was crawling in and all nature’s gifts were returning to their hubs. Standing in the corridor of second floor of the Mathematics department with a cup of coffee was Roshni – a smart and passionate lecturer with loud voice and dark eyes. Contrasting her fair complexion was her red cotton saree. She checks her watch and then rushes to her room. She clears all books from her desk in a second and gears to return home. She had been lecturing the whole day and was drained out of energy.
Heading towards her bike at the parking, she hears someone call her name. Not able to recognise the voice, she gazes in the direction of the tone and finds her husband Sarathy standing next to the lamp post. A tall, dark guy with well built physique and red framed specs. It was the first time she had heard him call her by name.
Slowly they walk towards each other swallowing words and exchanging strange looks.
‘How was your day?? Starting home? ‘, asks Sarathy.
‘Yea, what are you doing around here? ‘, questions Roshni surprisingly.
‘I’m too heading home. Just thought of picking you up’, smiles Sarathy.
‘But… But I had driven to college in my bike’.
‘Mmm… We shall drive back together’, saying this he moves to get his bike from parking.
Both of them drive home in their bikes, very slowly to accompany each other. Mid-way he stops and asks her for dinner. Her eyes glow brighter in the dark. She approves with a hesitant nod.
Sarathy drives ahead and she follows. They stop at a roof top restaurant. Whiles her eyes were gazing for an empty table, he points out to a corner table with reserved sign and leads her holding her hand. The last time when his hand fell on hers was at the ring exchange during their wedding. Preoccupied with scenes from her wedding she follows him and takes the seat. Silence for the next five minutes. They stare at each other with thousands of questions and thoughts flashing in their minds.
He opens up, asking her choices for the order. The next 45 minutes moves slowly with few general words. Then they drive back home. Roshni, who was taken back by the surprises of the evening, calls to her bestie and happily shares the events of the evening. Hearing her loud voice, Sarathy smiles and was walking outside the room. Once the voice fades, he knocks the door and enters. This is the first time, he is inside the room after she had occupied it. She stands near the bed with phone in her hand. He looks around with keen eyes and takes all details in his mind. Goes up to her and hands over a small packet. She drops her phone and takes the packet.
Before opening it, she asks him, ‘Any special occasion?’
‘Is it your birthday today?’
His smile intensifies to a loud laughter. She hangs her head down confused.
He moves closer, holds her hand, ‘It’s been a month now. HAPPY MONTHLY’VERSARY!!’
‘Will you come into my life to decorate it as beautiful as your room’, asks Sarathy kissing her on the forehead.
PS: Breaking the blues of arranged marriage-This was the title that struck my mind. Couldn’t think better one, so left it untitled…