This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 29; the 29th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'TWO MINUTES'.
1935:
“Radha,
where are you? Come soon. Get me my pagadi
“shouted Ramrao. Radha came running inside the room. Managing the nauwari
sari was still a difficult job for her. She was wearing it since 8 years as it
was the traditional Brahmin apparel for women in those days.
She
went to the wooden cupboard beside the bed and took out the white pagadi and gave it Ramrao. Ramrao took
it with a smile on his face and looking into her eyes he said,” Thank you my
dear wife” for which she smiled him back and put her head down evincing her
shyness. Having said that he left for work.
Radha
was 18 years old and Ramrao, who was 35, then, was her husband. In those days
girls were married at the age of 8 or 10 and sent to husband’s house. The worst
part of this marriage is that the groom often used to be too old for the bride.
In this case Ramrao was 27 and Radha was 10 when they tied knot. It was the
time when women were only confined to four walls of the house and they weren’t
allowed to go outside, educate themselves and talk to strangers.
Ramrao
was the first son followed by two sisters, out of whom one was widow and lived
with them, and four younger brothers, out of whom two were from his step
mother. His step mother had taken sati
when his father died. They were basically landlords having loads of acres and
thousands of workers working under them. Since they belonged to upper caste,
they practiced untouchability.
Raghu,
the eldest son of Ramrao’s step mother was of Radha’s age. Right from day one
of Radha’s arrival, Raghu hated her. He himself didn’t understand why he hated
her. She would always speak with him in a gentle way but he retorted in a rude
way, without uttering any word but making gestures. This made her feel bad and
would cry; after all she was only 10 years old.
Ramrao
was an intellect and an ahead-of-his-times thinker. He disagreed to marry Radha
but his family forced him to do so. He still didn’t budge, but when his mother
attempted to hang herself protesting his decision, he had to accept Radha. He
always spoke to Radha calmly and treated her like a small child; gave her fine
tips on how to handle the family, how to respect everyone’s opinion and never
be rude to them and so on.
But
things changed once Radha attained her puberty at 14. She had got a mesmerizing
body. Her beauty doubled when she was in the nauwari sari. Her hair had become
very silky and would shine in the sun. Her blue eyes made it impossible for
anyone to stop staring. Immediately after this, the family members arranged for
their first night; but Ramrao expresses his dissent and insisted them to not
force him and wait until she was 18 years.
Raghu
used to go to convent school where British students were more prominent along
with upper caste boys. Radha always took care of him with love and affection as
she did for all others. She used to make dishes he would like and still couldn’t
escape his rude gestures. Raghu was of 18 years too now and off late, he
started observing Radha. Only this time with a different angle- angle of
attraction.
Whenever
he saw her in red color nauwari sari, he would get an uncanny but sweet
feeling. His heart used to pound faster than usual. In evening when all the
ladies of the house sit in the veranda and chat, Raghu used to observe her by
hiding behind a pillar. Many times, Radha caught his eyes. At first she used to
smile and neglect, but later even she couldn’t resist looking at him. Soon it
became a habit and both would keep staring for hours together. They used to go
in the backyard and simply stare with frequent smiles; but never dared to talk.
Nobody had a clue of this.
Ramrao
also fell for her beauty and couldn’t control the desire of putting his hands
on her body. His imagination took over to new heights and all of a sudden his
temptations made him to call for that ‘First Night’. While managing work and
workers on fields, a part of his mind would imagine making love to her; feeling
the heat of her naked body; the friction of rubbing his body against hers. He
tried to defy these thoughts; but in vain.
Somehow
he got that first night arranged. Radha wasn’t aware of what would happen in
the first night. That evening Ramrao bought her a brand new HMT wrist watch for
her as a gift. Radha always used to love watch. She was amazed by its ticking
and three different sticks moving independently. Ramrao had taught her to read
and write English letters and alphabets. He also taught her to read the time. Having her own watch made her feel very proud and happy. She wore it
quickly on receiving it. She used to wear it continuously; albeit many members
were uncomfortable with this, they didn’t complain.
The
night before coveted ‘last night’ experienced heavy rain, thundering and storm.
All the members were inside and were busy in preparing the menu for tomorrow since
it was considered to be most auspicious day in a couple’s life. Radha went to
bring clothes she had put for soaking in the back yard. As usual, Raghu was
there too, staring and smiling at her. The storm become more violent and
suddenly all the lamps in the house blew. Thunder followed the violent storm
and appeared to be scary.
Radha
lost her balance while moving backwards and fell on the stone. Raghu was quick
enough to hold her in his arms and support her to stand up. The thunder became more
savage and the sound frightened her. Without second thoughts they hugged. They
held each other tightly. Radha and Raghu were gasping; that made them to hug even
more tightly. The hug made their wet lips touch. It was natural. Raghu seized
her lips with full force. Radha was submissive. She felt strange, but the
feeling made her feel satisfaction. She had never felt so happy before. The
feeling of wearing the watch became petty when compared to this. The more
violent the sound became, the more they tried to push each other’s arms and
lips. Their bodies were drenched in the rain and started shivering. In the
midst of this, they smiled. Reason was unknown.
Ramrao
came near the door which lead to the backyard and yelled,”Radha!! Radha!!”.
there was no reply. He yelled again,” Radha, Radha. Where are you? It’s raining
heavily come inside. Shall I come out there?” still due to noise of thunder and
rain, Radha couldn’t hear him. After fourth attempt, it finally paid off. Radha
shouted from the backyard, “I am coming. Two minutes”.
Raghu
let her go. Radha stood up bearing a shy smile and managed her way back through
the darkness and occasional light emitted by the thunder.
She
couldn’t forget what happened. The Two Minutes she said to Ramrao made her feel
mystified, contented and incomplete. But little she knew about tomorrow’s
night…………………….
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nice narration and good post
ReplyDeleteall the best
Thanks :)
ReplyDeletewhat happens the next day? a bit too curious .. but nice narration ..ATB
ReplyDeleteIt's up to your imagination to decide what happens the next day .. :)
Delete@Menachery - The next day was her first night with Ramarao, if am not mistaken...
ReplyDelete@VA - great post! but blue eyes, why!!! Do the Indian men like blue eyes too..?? You got me curious!
I don't see why shouldn't Indian men like blue-eyed women? :)
DeleteI love them personally :)
amazing narration :D
ReplyDeleteTY :D
DeleteI simply must second the others. A very fluid narrative, a kind I can only aim for. Superb, and all the best!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your wishes :)
DeleteA beautiful narration bro! I loved the way your weaved the characters and for bringing in Sati, and Child marriage. What a beautiful two minutes! I do read your take on Blank Pages, but simply I didn't leave my footprints, as I was not sure what to comment.. Keep writing bro! All the best for BAT 29.
ReplyDeleteSomeone is Special
Wow nice to have a comment from you. I will try my best to keep writing :)
DeleteGood one Aniruddh great narration .. keep on writing :)
ReplyDeleteMy Post - Vikas Khair - Two Minutes
THanks for reflecting...
DeleteI will surely visit and reflect on your post..
Nicely written with a good flow. Enjoyed reading! :) ATB!
ReplyDeleteYes flow...was most important .. Glad you enjoyed reading it.
DeleteI liked it a lot. And i mean a lot. The way you have captured the emotions is just brilliant. ATB.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comliment.. :)
DeleteGood narration. It is difficult to imagine the times in 1935s - but you have done well by combining it with progressive approach of the family and especially Ramrao. The story also shows natural elements in human beings without making anyone Villon - which I liked the most.
ReplyDeleteThanks aativas. I wanted to portray simple human emotions without getting an antagonist into the picture.
DeleteI know what you did there.........!!!!!!!!
ReplyDelete:P
:P dude!! let's keep it a secret !!
DeleteYou should really write a sequel to this !!
ReplyDeleteLots of potential in the story for a sequel!!
All the best
Ahh.. I haven't presciently thought of writing sequel, but will surely consider it :)
DeleteHi
ReplyDeleteYou were very successful in creating an imagery from yesteryears . Very different post . Good one :) but in those days the groom also used to be a child during marriage . No one would leave a boy unmarried till 27 right ? :)
Different take on the topic. The two minutes seep in late but falls in place with the post.
ReplyDeleteim impressed ani... very good...
ReplyDeleteAwesome .....Got involved in the story right from the start. The title 'two minutes' suits the story very well.Good job :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading it :)
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