Excerpt: He held her face near him and looked at her dreamy, beautiful eyes, perhaps expecting an answer, for the umpteenth times. She nodded, no words were necessary, (Reads: 1,137)



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Uday had come into her life when she was about seventeen years old. He was forty two years and was already a widower.

Indrani could distinctly remember that day when she had gone to him to understand a passage from Shakespeare’s masterpiece – “Romeo & Juliet ”. She was perpetually at a loss to understand the literary work of that great author but that was a part of her curriculum. She had no option but to seek lucidity; Uday’s elucidation really made her enlightened. She was the ever appreciating student.

Twenty long years had since passed and imperceptibly the relationship of a teacher and his student matured to a surpassing passion; their romance finally culminated when they became husband and wife, eternally tied to each. Not that it happened unhindered; it took decades; parents of Indrani had strongly objected, but resolute determination gave away to acceptance, nevertheless at a cost; they ultimately disowned her- their only child. Uday had been an orphan since decades; no attachments, moreover, he was the master of his decisions.

Yes; there was an eternal bonding between them, the friends and relatives did agree. But they were sceptical of the age mismatch of the couple. She was 37 years old and he had already seen 62 summers.

They went for honeymoon in Munnar, Kerala- the God’s Own Country.

While holding hands and looking down towards the rolling greenery, tended meticulously as acres and acres of tea gardens, the cool wind blowing their hair gently and the sunlight kissing their faces, Uday had whispered to her, “Indrani, our ages may be so far apart but our bodies and souls are so near.” He held her face near him and looked at her dreamy, beautiful eyes, perhaps expecting an answer, for the umpteenth times. She nodded, no words were necessary, they had been romancing each other for decades, this was their consummation; what more was needed to be said?

Days and months had since moved, they were back to their routine. Their life was in a miasma of bliss. Those who had shaken their heads at their union, now reluctantly agreed that not everything singular could be jettisoned.

That was Sunday morning, Indrani was in the Kitchen preparing for breakfast. This was the day when when both rustled up food together. Many times instead of breakfast they had “brunch” – breakfast and lunch together.

Since early morning Uday had been in the study, he came into the Kitchen and got busy, frying the Aloo paratha. Both had cups of coffee in their hands, sipping. This was the usual routine they followed every weekend.

Some time later Uday came in holding two plates of food, one he kept on the dining table in front of Indrani and the next kept at the side. Pouring the fruit juice in two glasses, he sat down.

Picking up the newspaper he said, “ Indrani, I was thinking about this for the last few days… can we look for a house? A small independent one, there will be a garden.” He smiled, “This is an insurance against my advancing age, even when I am not alive the roof on your head will always remain.”

Indrani got up and hugged him, “It is a wonderful idea, but not for what you said…” She frowned slightly, “… It is marvellous because we will have our home, where only you and I will live and create our own world.”

The dream in her eyes said it all.

About three months later Uday and Indrani moved into their new home; a small house with a tiny quotidian garden; in the periphery of the town on the outskirts of Mumbai. He was keen on gardening and soon enough he planted a number of plants. He had green fingers. As months passed it was she who started nurturing these vegetation.

It was another Sunday morning when Uday got up with a severe sore throat, cough and fever. It seemed a common cold at first, but his condition started deteriorating. Many medical tests were carried out. Beyond any doubt he was very sick.

Doctor Singh, the family physician called her aside and said, “Indrani, this is a case of viral pneumonia and you need to tend to him very carefully otherwise there can be danger to his survival. It can be fatal.“

These words stunned her into prolonged spells of thoughtfulness, tinged with a deep sense of depression. Repeatedly her mind wandered into fatalistic ruminations, “What will happen if he is no longer there, create a void in my life, there will be no purpose to my living…”

She was feeling very downhearted.

After three weeks of treatment Uday recovered. But he was still in bed, considerably weakened. His advancing age had not helped.

In the evening Indrani got him a cup of tea and sat down near him. She took his hand in hers, “Do you know that Doctor Singh had said that your chance of survival could have been at stake?”

Tears welled in her eyes, ”What would have happened if you had left me?”

Uday said, “ Why do you worry so much Indrani? Nothing will happen to me, and even if anything happens, you will be well taken care of.”

She shook her head and hid her face in his chest, “ No, I don’t believe, you are so much older than me, you are becoming so frail, your and my togetherness–how can I protect this? How can you be always at my side…..? ”

Her voice trailed away.

He gently caressed her long open hair, “ Don’t think like that my darling, death is not in our hands, who knows what will happen to us, I may die before you or think about it, you may die before me.”

She looked at him, “ I cannot live without you, and…” her voice was imploring, “… you cannot live without me?” It was more a question than a statement.

Uday kissed her softly, “ Do we ever think differently my sweetheart. No, I cannot live without you.”

“Well,” Indrani moved a little, “.. can we not make a pact that if one of us dies, the other will also follow the journey… death cannot take us apart – it should not!”

There was a long silence.

Uday met her intense stare for long moments, “ I agree with your pact,” he said, “I well understand your feelings, but like I said, who knows I may depart before you. After all I am a quarter of a century older than you…” He left it unsaid.

He then smiled at her, more to make her happy. She too seemed happy to know that he agreed with her pact; holding him tightly she murmured quietly to him.

But all was not well. Indrani was repetitive in her fears. Months passed with no improvement. It was becoming a psychological problem.

That day Uday met the Doctor, “ I need your help Doctor, Indrani has become quite neurotic about my health and life, she thinks that I will die before her, leaving her alone.”

Doctor Singh heard him carefully, “She needs a lot of psychical support from you”. He pulled his pad and started writing a prescription, “Meanwhile to keep her calm, I will prescribe certain anti-anxiety sleeping pills. Please do keep a watch.”

After that about three years had rolled by; life was a routine. Not much had changed since then.

That day it was a morning of June, Uday came in the Kitchen and said, “Indrani, I have been invited by my University to deliver a lecture in Kolkata; shall leave by early morning flight tomorrow and be back by late night flight.”

Next day Uday left for Kolkata as per his schedule.

The day and the evening passed uneventfully for Indrani.

But soon it turned out to be different. She was watching the late night news on TV in her drawing room when suddenly -”Breaking News”- started flashing. A casual glance at the caption made her eyes transfixed to the screen.

The words in the caption were being displayed… the aircraft of Indian Airways, which took to the sky at 9.30 pm from Kolkata for destination – Mumbai, had abruptly disappeared from the radar screens of control towers; it was not traceable. The aircraft had 137 passengers and crew members on board; technical fault was suspected; efforts were going on to locate the aircraft.

The news was devastating! It was unbelievable! Her Uday had taken this flight!

Her breath then started coming with difficulty; beads of perspiration appeared on her brows.

She continued staring at the screen, her mind was numb.

Little later the Airway’s spokesperson appeared on TV and sounded hopeful.

Slowly she could take hold of herself, reasoning that perhaps the aircraft had diverted and landed on some unknown place. They would find it. Uday would never leave her, not like this.

But what if he had already left her, had gone forever; what if the aircraft had crash landed, there were so many tragedies in the past. Dark, foreboding thoughts, then started clouding her mind.

Unsteadily she walked into her bedroom. Her sleeping tablets were taking effect. Optimism was yielding to pessimism which dominated her thoughts. She wanted to think coherently but drug induced sleep was taking over. Unfortunately that night she had taken an extra tablet.

When she woke up in the morning she had a strange feeling. He was gone! She was in a pensive mood. Why was she thinking that he had gone? He was not really dead. There was no such information.

She took a glass of water.

Had she been thinking in contradiction; was he alive, or was he not alive? Should she call up the Airways? Or check up the TV news? Or call her friends?

Entering the drawing room, she switched on the TV. And it was the headline news! The untraceable Indian Airways aircraft had been located; it had crashed to the ground in the mountainous region of Maharashtra! All the occupants had been found dead. They were giving the names of the passengers!

At that moment all her doubts were set at rest, she understood that everything was gone and the world around her started collapsing. This she had been fearing for so many years, the fear of losing Uday, without whom she could not think of living. Truly, now there seemed to be no reason for her to exist…. no good reason at all… without Uday why should she live? Her mind was becoming hazy. Her tragedy was too deep.

The death pact she had made with him… she remembered vividly.

She would honor it – now!

She got up and went to the Kitchen. The knife was lying on the table. Picking it up, she came slowly in the bedroom. On the bedside table there was a photograph of Uday. She sat on the bed and intently looked at her husband for long moments, her eyes in tears. Her face was sweating; she closed her eyes, then, with gritted teeth, she hit the knife on the left wrist. It was too weak… she again hit with the knife with considerable force and twisted it! A deep cut appeared. The warm blood started flowing, trickling down her wrist and spreading on the white bed sheet – an ever increasing red patch, her life was slowly ebbing away with the increase.

Then, she remembered nothing more.

When her eyes opened, she felt an intense pain in her left wrist; a throbbing headache, her mouth was parched. “Am I really alive… where am I?”

Slowly, her eyes revealed that she was lying on a bed, the walls were white, there was an open window in front at the far end of her bed, it had white curtains, gently swinging in the breeze, she could see the turquoise blue sky outside.

A man came forward wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. He was undoubtedly a doctor. She was in a hospital room. The doctor bent down and checked her pulse for a few moments. He straightened and spoke to a person standing behind him, “She looks fine, will take some time to recover. ” He then walked away.

That person came forward near the bed.

She saw him. All of a sudden her heart started beating wildly. “Oh my God “, her reaction came spontaneously, she couldn’t believe her eyes, her husband, in flesh and blood, was standing near her! He was alive, how could he be? He had died in the plane crash… did he not? Was she hallucinating?

This was too much. She couldn’t take it any longer. Her eyes closed again.

And then she felt the gentle touch on her forehead, so familiar that her eyes opened involuntarily… indeed, she had seen correctly… it was her husband!

She could only utter, “Uday… is that you?”

His face was very near her; she could feel his breath, “Yes, my sweetheart, it’s me, it was God’s wish that I would survive the plane crash.” He took her hand and held it gently, “Yesterday evening, at the last minute I had missed my flight, that’s why I am before you. I tried to call you frantically, so many times, but you didn’t respond.” ・

His eyes were moist, “I would have lost you forever, Indrani! What have you done? Why did you slash your wrist? When I reached home, I found you lying unconscious on the bed with so much blood around.” He shuddered.

Indrani whispered, “How could I live when I thought that you had left me… don’t you remember our death pact?”

Both of them held on to each other giving strength and solace.

A week later Indrani having recovered sufficiently from her traumatic experience, was released from the hospital. Uday was with her all along; that gave her immense mental strength to recover.

She came out of the hospital and sat in the car. He was driving. Their house on the periphery of the town, was a short drive away if he took the National Highway. He turned left and took the bypass road to the Highway.

It was bright and sunny – bordering on the maximum temperature of the day, Indrani was sitting next to Uday, their minds were in a state of sublime happiness, the road was relatively free and their car was moving at a cruising speed.

Minutes passed, they saw a truck was moving languidly in front of them. Uday increased his speed to overtake it when unexpectedly the truck swerved to the right, just at the point in time their car was overtaking. The large heavy bumper of the truck touched their car , ever so lightly, but it was sufficient to throw it away bodily; it went cartwheeling.

The traffic on the Highway had come to a crawl. The car had crashed against the road divider, breaking the iron grills.

The occupants of the car had unfortunately not survived. Both would have died together!



13th October 2016

About the Author


Mr Amitav Ganguly is a Law Graduate & qualified Company Secretary with more than three decades of rich experience in senior positions. A resident of New Delhi, he has also penned more than fifty articles in corporate laws which have been published in eminent journals & referred in ICAI library & RBI. Many more articles have also been uploaded in well-known websites. His professional writings are in his website:-companysecretarysupport.webs.com. Besides he has keen interest in Indian & world literature and having widely read such writings over decades, is now carrying out his passion of writing short stories. His other stories are in amitavstories.webs.com His contact: gangulyamitav57@outlook.com

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