The doorbell rang at
a quarter to three. Mrs. John called from the bedroom, ‘Hold on. I am coming.’
She looked in the
mirror once again. With a good-natured pout, she pinched her love-handles and,
at the same time, tucked a stray lock behind her ear, and seemed pleased with
her hairstyle. She picked up the handbag lying on the bed and ran to the door.
She looked through the peephole as she turned the lock. With the key half-way
through the lock, she paused, looking worried, remaining still and silent.
She opened the door
slowly. ‘Ah Sudha, it’s you. I thought it could be the neighbor. We go together
to pick up the kids from the bus-stop.’
The visitor gave an
apologetic smile as reply. She looked sad, tired and sleep-deprived. Her loose
bun of hair and crumpled clothes, that looked as if she had slept in those,
stood out against her beautiful, graceful and habitually elegant self.
Mrs. John stood nervously,
biting her lower lip and blocking the way inside. ‘The bus comes at ten past
three,’ she blurted out.
‘Can I sit for a
while till your neighbor comes?’ Sudha asked.
‘Of course, of
course…’ Mrs. John said without much enthusiasm.
‘I am going mad,
Theresa. I had to get out of the house. Do you know how I longed to talk to
someone this past week? I just want to sit with a friend for some time…’ Sudha
said as she entered the apartment. Then, she added, ‘Maybe, it is not right…I
should go…I don’t want to trouble you.’ She turned towards the door.
‘What nonsense…how
are you troubling me? Come inside,’ Mrs John led her to the kitchen, ‘let’s sit
here and have some iced tea.’
They did not talk
till Mrs. John poured the tea in two tall glasses and joined the other at the
small round table.
‘What have I done,
Theresa? Why is everyone avoiding me?’ Sudha asked.
‘It’s not you, Sudha,
not you, of course.’ Mrs. John reached over and held the other’s hand.
‘Even you…now, at the
door, didn’t you pray that I would just go away?’
Mrs. John remained
silent for a few moments, taking in her friend’s distressed face. ‘She is here,
Sudha. That’s why…’
Sudha looked
surprised and her mouth opened but no words came out.
‘I suggested to her
parents that a change of scene and the kids here might be good for her. She has
not spoken a word since that day, always lying in bed, not crying, not
sleeping, just lying there,’ Mrs. John explained. ‘To tell you the truth, I did
not expect her parents to accept my offer but the day before yesterday, they
seemed so glad to leave her here.’
‘Poor girl…if only I
could do something for her. Do you know what I have been praying for? For God
to take my life, though that won’t be compensation enough,’ Sudha said. ‘How I
have thought of killing myself.’
‘Don’t be stupid,
Sudha. What good is that to anyone? You didn’t do anything and don’t forget
your kids.’
‘I don’t know. I
don’t know…’ Sudha put her head on the table and started crying.
The doorbell rang
again. Mrs. John got up, ‘That must be the neighbor.’
Sudha got up from the
table, still crying. ‘I should go, too.’
Mrs. John told her,
‘Why don’t you wait here? I will be back in ten minutes or so. You sit here and
finish the tea. We can talk when I get back…maybe, we can go out to the park
for a walk.’ Half-way out of the kitchen, she turned back, ‘Please don’t go to
the bedroom. Her parents and Mr. John too will be terribly upset with me if
they knew that I left you here with Jaya.’
‘Do you think I will trouble
Jaya? Don’t worry, Theresa. I can’t even go in front of her. I feel so guilty.’
Sudha sat down again, her face in her hands.
‘Hush, hush…’ Mrs.
John patted her friend’s shoulder. She tried to comfort her friend before
leaving.
The apartment was
silent. Sudha sipped her tea and calmed herself. She got up from the table and
stood by the kitchen window. She could see Mrs. John and her neighbor exit from
the compound and go towards the school bus-stop. Sudha moved inside towards the
kids’ bedroom.
Jaya was lying on a
bed next to a table and a bunker, probably that of Mrs. John’s kids. Sudha went
up to her.
Jaya sat up in bed,
startled and distraught, and moved to the far corner of the bed. She kept
staring at Sudha with strangely blank wide-open eyes.
‘Jaya, my Jaya, if
only I could say sorry to you…but I can’t even say that…’ Sudha said. ‘I was
telling Theresa…Mrs. John…that I would kill myself if that could set things
right for you…even kill him…’
Jaya flinched but
remained mute.
‘This last one week…I
do not know how many deaths I have died…always thinking about you.’ Sudha said,
still standing by the bed. ‘If only I could turn the clock back…’
Sudha moved closer to
the bed. She stood there for a while, looking down at Jaya, without speaking.
Jaya kept staring at her. Sudha sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands on
her lap and not making any move to touch.
‘You remind me of
myself,’ Sudha said softly, ‘do you know that I suffered like you once? I was a
little younger than you when it happened to me, not yet thirteen. And my
uncle…my own relative…in our ancestral house, he…how can I talk about it? Do
you know that I have never talked about it? But I can still remember
everything. It was afternoon…not even the shroud of darkness as in your
case…and that uncle was drunk and brutal. He…my husband…touched you…it was
wrong…but crazy too…some kind of crazy attachment and care…mine was different. He
wasn’t brutal like my uncle, was he? I was so angry and scared then. I too could
not speak for days, though I wanted to shout it out, to tell the truth…I
thought of saying even more than the truth…for revenge. Do you know who told me
to keep quiet? My own parents…they told me that we would only get hurt more.
That I would get hurt even more…that I would be blamed. I never talked about
it.’
‘For days and weeks,
I thought about it. I could think only about that. I wondered about what I had
done wrong…how I brought it on myself. I never used to wear clothes like yours.
My mother used to make me wear a petticoat always. I keep thinking about what I
could have done to prevent what happened to you. I could have talked to your
mother or to you. Men are animals at times, it is their charm and their curse,
and how they behave depends a lot on us women. I should have warned you. Not to
be so friendly with men and boys, not to hug them or sit too close, not to sit
carelessly with your legs wide. I should have talked to your mother about your tight-fitting
dresses, how you have matured so fast, how your cheap bra makes you look more
developed than your thirteen years. Oh, how I wish I had done something! But,
you should never think that you are to be blamed. You might think that some
time but it is not true.’
The kid kept staring
at Sudha, hugging herself tightly, as if trying to be in a cocoon or covering
herself from view.
Sudha looked at her
watch, stood up and walked towards the door. She then turned towards Jaya and
said, ‘Remember that I would do anything to help you. My kids too, your dear friends,
they would do anything for you. They have not gone to school since their father
was taken into custody after your parents complained. They can’t face the
world, they say. I don’t know if they understand everything. But, for you, they
want to give up everything. More than anyone, even the police, we…me and my
kids, your friends…want you to speak the truth about whatever happened that
night. Then, at least, everything will be over. Family, life…we are ready to
die after that. We just want you to be fine.’
Sudha left the room after a long look at
Jaya. The kid lay down curled, eyes wide open, tearless, still and silent.
Sudha went back to the kitchen and stood by the window.
A few minutes later,
Mrs. John returned with her kids.
Sudha said to Mrs.
John, ‘Just being here, standing by this window in your house, has helped me so
much. Thank you for everything, Theresa. I should go now.’
‘Stay a little longer,
Sudha.’ Mrs. John said.
Sudha took the
other’s hands in hers, ‘You might get into unnecessary trouble.’
‘Ah yes, that’s
true…’ Mrs. John admitted, ‘how I wish that poor thing would at least speak.’
‘Yes, I hope she will
break her silence.’
