On a Chrysanthemum carpet – conclusion version 1


The story begins at Dhapewada in Vidarbha ……….. to read it click here… On a Chrysanthemum Carpet

and this is how it concludes ….

Kat gingerly sipped her chrysanthemum infused tea as her hand caressed the National Award Trophy……………..

She had finally got her revenge and it smelled sweet…………..vindicating her victory over her detractors………………and left her mark on time.

 

Tall lissome  with a killer smile, who would have thought of her as the same demure and innocent Kanta.

How could she ever forget that noon, heady with confidence of first love and the full burst of orange blossoms. It was almost magical!

As if Kamdev and Rati had descended onto their fields …. and the sight of the handsome Chandra, Oh! the one who filled her heart day and night.

She would have done anything for him. He only had to tell, such was his sway and the appeal of youth.

Draped in her best outfit she waited with bated breath all day for a word from him. “Come after 4”, said his note, signed Chand. He was her sun, her moon, her stars, even her planets. And now also her galaxy………..She was the Fiza (the ambience / atmosphere) to his Chand (moon) ……….. Veena (string instrument associated with Indian Goddess of learning) to his Murali (flute)………….Chammak challo to his Jhamure (dashing /dynamic to his street smartness)………….. kaneez to his aaka (slave to the master – like a genie to his master)……….oh what a delight!

But as usual, fate had a cruel smile on her lips as Kanta’s feet practically flew to the fields, a full 3 hrs earlier. Oh! who cares? I will wait for my beloved, she thought.

 Only to find

 Shanta! Oh! her darling sister! One who followed her all over as a child; she was the tai (elder sister in Marathi) to her natu, as shanta was fondly called.

When did this child woman grow up? Kanta was flummoxed. …… Numbed by the scene…………

Agreed! Shanta was the prettier of the two, golden skin with that thick black swinging plait, naughty cognac eyes, pillow lips, cleft chin and an innocence to die for. Infact she was the darling of the village, the apple of everyone’s eye. Clearly! There was a mistake!!

Unexplainable, but the scene unfurled as in super slow motion. ……………The two of them ………………

 

Kat’s reverie was rudely broken by the noises on the door of her trailer. Her body guards were trying to shoo away a persistent fan.

Clearly the Sheila number had swelled her fan base totally. Broken her free from ignominy.

“Aane do (let them in)” she said in her accented Hindi………………………

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