It was just another Monday for me, with barrage of anxieties.
My daughter did not fair well in the first term exam, my 5 year old son, Jai
suffered from high fever and the maid did not turn up. The bathroom tap leaked
and the plumber did not come after repeated calls, I hardly got time to do exercise
and pitied myself as I looked in the mirror. My work did not gain momentum as I
expected and all these I could not have shared with my husband since he was
posted in the Field Area. I was the Olive Green queen wearing the crown of
thorns! First I berated my daughter for her miserable result, went to the Military
Hospital again with my son, got back and cleaned the utensils, did the
remaining household chores and figured out that my dog, Laila had run away. I
endeavored to recollect the last time I saw her. Definitely around 9 in the
morning when I gave her food. And it was late afternoon then. I was coping with
challenging situation that day and did not notice her absence.
I couldn’t muster more courage to beat the situation. I
slumped on the sofa and wept bitterly. After couple of minutes, I got up and
went to check on my son. He lay asleep and is fever seemed to subside. I went
to my neighbor, narrated the string of events and requested her to keep an eye
on my son as me and my daughter went to look for Laila.
Delhi Cantonment is quite sprawling and our Bakharwal dog was
capable to go anywhere. A pure white beauty but fiercely independent and quite
known for her Runaway Bride moments.
Armed with a dog leash we called out her name repeatedly.
Some one pointed out the way in which he spotted our dog couple of hours ago.
My mind raced with many thoughts – What if she had ventured in far flung area
or bitten by pack of strays and left to die elsewhere or kidnapped by breeders
or may be hit by a vehicle and lay dead somewhere!
Oh! I forcibly halted my confounded and anxious thoughts focused
on what was required on that hour. My daughter and I decided to go towards
different directions for a more effective search. In the meantime I called my
neighbor and found that my son was still asleep and that the fever had
completely subsided.
I resumed the search with more gusto. An hour passed with no
trace of Laila. I saw my daughter from afar walking towards me, alone. I was
more distraught to see my daughter. She never spoke. But moist, downcast eyes
and her dejected look spoke a lot. It was a tough day for her, too. I realized
it for the first time, probably in several months. These years, while steering
the ship all alone, made me only look at the shore and not the way.
We decided to walk back. There was a quaint charm in the air.
The breezy yet silent late November afternoon with rustling of dry leaves, occasional squeaking of the squirrels and
chirping of the birds had a message to convey.
We walked slowly. Partially because I still hoped, though
faintly, Laila might surface from somewhere and more because I wanted to
initiate a conversation with Juhi.
Earlier that day I was quite peeved with her. But at that
point, a calmness descended upon me. Maybe I accepted the situation instead of
incessantly complaining about it. I nudged her affectionately and asked her
about school and friends. It was her seventh school and she was in sixth grade,
she studied in different cities and towns. Its part and parcel of Infantry
life. The bag or rather the trunk is always half packed for us.
‘I don’t have many friends here. Nobody shares anything with
me,’ she said in a melancholy tone. ‘Don’t have to be friends with anyone, just
do well in studies…be a leader ..you don’t have to follow others..,” I rattled.
‘ But maa..I am alone….,’…she raised her voice, not with arrogance
but with a plead to hear. It struck me. I kept quite. After a while I asked her
to be my best friend. ‘But you are busy….and I need someone of my age too,’
said Juhi emphatically. This time I did not lecture, instead mentioned that I
will always support her. I assured her that all I wanted was to be her happy.
She seemed contented and I knew that I was able to build a trust with her.
We almost reached our apartment gate. As we crossed the
bungalow on the left with high boundary, we heard laughter and giggles. Nothing
extraordinary. A dog barked and the laughter and giggles grew louder. Juhi
suggested seeing if it was Laila. I thought it would be inappropriate to go
inside. She insisted and I had to go.
We quietly approached the gate. There was no guard. So, we
went inside. The beautiful lawn suggested a very well kept house. We tiptoed towards
the backyard where the noise came from.
There…there she was! And what was she upto! She was jumping
aimlessly, rolling over and running helter skelter- matched with her antics was
a little boy’s giggles, confined to the wheel chair. His father sitting beside
him and laughing heartily. None of them noticed us and we did not want to get
noticed. As we stood beside the huge Erica palm, I also became one in their
jubilation. Simple yet ecstatic. Common yet heavenly. Celebration without any
serious cause or clause. Divinity which ruled over every compulsion. Happiness
is not elusive which I thought to be! I
glanced at Juhi, as she watched the scene in front, intensely. Even her little
soul was touched.
Laila sensed our presence and ran towards us. We emerged from
the shade and introduced us.
The 5 year old, little boy named Naman, blissfully smiled at
us. His father mentioned that he was a special child and always confined to his
chair. According to him Naman loved dog but taking care of an animal would be
difficult since all their attention was towards their only son. ‘His life,
dosenot have much variety - after so many days he enjoyed today,’ he said wanly
and walked towards his son. I saw a
doleful look in Naman’s eyes as were about to leave. I promised Naman to let
Laila play with him everyday.
The sudden radiant glow in his face and gurgling sound which
emanated from his throat as he tried to cough up words – all meant Thank You.
He seemed elated. He would have ran and kissed me, if he could. But he did
more. He was not confined to a place. I was. I was restrained to my unhappy
musings, judgments and thoroughly critical of myself. As the sky wore a crimson
hue, bidding adieu to the sun, he taught me to be grateful to life and look for
happiness- stand taller than your situation-Win over yourself.
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