Unexpected….. So unexpected was the meeting It was in the dim candle light of a city restaurant that I saw her How time had etched its marks on her The long dark curly hair has turned all white The even set of pearly teeth now discolored with missing gaps. A weeping willow with gnarled branches!
Did she recognize me? Her searching eyes registered a limp awareness Soon I saw her cataract eyes shining in unclouded recognition!
My memory like the arm of a crane lowered to plough up the hard crust of the past and rose with heaps of broken rubble I nosedived into the past to the little village where, as children we ran round the long necked shady trees until our little heads went dizzy
Stealing behind the tall grass how I would suddenly yell out; ‘The thief is in hide Come and track me if you can’ forcing on her an arduous search, all the while giggling at her vain efforts!
How we ran after the ripe mangoes that fell in ones and twos when the winds shook the fruit laden boughs and how we quarreled over the yellow ones like mongrels over a piece of bone
I remember once when the drizzle suddenly strengthened into a heavy down pour with thunder and lightning accompanying, how we ran dripping and frightened seeking shelter in the empty cow shed at the backyard of a house, clasping tight to each other! She was then a little girl with springing feet and dancing steps naïve and naughty with all mouth and ears
But as time skipped by she kept a safe distance No more I saw the former ebullience in her In its place, a quiet reserve settled in The chatterbox no more opened her mouth To my questions, her answers were mono syllables My efforts to walk by her side always ended in futility either she would quicken her gait or lag behind at snail’s pace Seeing me somewhere she would walk away with eyes down cast But I always noticed a faint smile lingering on her curved narrow lips
Around it, I built my dream castle where she reigned as my dazzling queen! I am not sure how it was with her One day even without an abrupt goodbye I had to leave my hometown to an alien soil.
For long, she came, sailing in my dreams!
After a couple of years when I returned to the land of my childhood the mute witness to my unuttered passion I knew from a close friend that she was forced into a marriage much to her consternation! She is reported to have confided to someone that she hoped the ‘thief who stole her heart would one day, come out of hiding’
We met again We heard each other’s cracked voice and stood unable to recollect all
Much water had flown down under the bridge And we floated in the rush of currents!
This poem has to be understood in the light of the highly orthodox milieu of an Indian village of the time between 1960's and 70's when no computer or internet facility was available. There was a lot of segregation between the sexes and no free mingling was allowed. So there was no open expression of love. In a society where arranged marriage was preferred, even falling in love before marriage was seen as a taboo !