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to see her, if that group of boys didn'treturn this way Bhagirathi might lose herbalance of mind at this old age.While sitting in the shop her eyeswould be fixed in the direction by whichthey were supposed to be returning; andshe would ask again and again when wouldthey return? Ramrath would be irritated,"How do I know when would they come?"Bhagirathi was flabbergasted still shewould once again start looking withdoubled enthusiasm, but by evening shewould be disheartened. Now it was gettingvery cold, the higher peaks of the mountainwere covered with snow and Ramrathwould have liked to close the shop early.Otherwise also there were hardly anycustomers in the evening, but Bhagirathiwould not allow him to close. Facing thearrows of biting chilly winds she wouldcontinue sitting near the open hearthwiping her nose.One day her penance bore fruit. Thatstudents’ group returned to have tea at hisshop. Ramrath saw them coming from adistance. He had recognized his Sarjuamidst that group of ten or twelve boyseven from a distance. But he kept quietas he wanted to get confirmation of hisbelief from Bhagirathi. The boys camenearer and he looked at Bhagirathisideways. She was staring at the foreignstudent steadily."Baba, give us tea, didn't we tell youwe will come back," the Indian studenttook off his gloves and stood near theburning hearth enjoying the warmth of thefgndi •fire. "Sarju" as the whispering voice ofBhagirathi reached that boy he lookedtowards her."Amma, what are you saying?" thatIndian boy was rather talkative."Nothing, son nothing, she is old andkeeps on babbling," before Bhagirathi couldsay anything Ramrath spoke.Bhagirathi acted as if she didn't hearanything and kept on staring at Sarju, 'thesame features, the same mole at the chinand the same habit of smiling by slightlyslanting his mouth.' Bhagirathi felt thatshe would go mad, tears started rollingdown her eyes."Amma, aren't you feeling well?"Looking at Bhagirathi's condition theIndian student asked.Bhagirathi looked up as if she hadsuddenly woken up from sleep."No son, I am ok," and looked at Sarjuwho was standing in front of her. Shethought 'where he is now and where theyare. True they had brought him up forthree years only, but how the other parentsare bringing him up. Could they have givenhim such fair, healthy and blooming life?No, never. If he had been with them hewould have probably been sitting in thisshop only.Bhagirathi looked at the boy and askedthe other boy, "Son, do ask him wherehe has come from and what his parentsdo?" What went between two of themneither Ramrath nor Bhagirathi couldunderstand, but whatever was told themit confirmed Bhagirathi and Ramrath'sbelief that this foreign student was no otherApril-June 2013 :: 131
than their son.That boy knew this much that he wasnot the biological son of his parents andthey had adopted him from India'sMumbai, otherwise he knew nothing abouthis biological parents. His father is a bigbusinessman in the Netherlands; he visitsIndia quite often in connection with hisbusiness. This boy often visited India withhis father but had come to this area forthe first time.As Bhagirathi stepped forward feargripped Ramrath's heart, God only knowswhat she is going to do. He wanted tostop her but his voice failed him.Bhagirathi came and stood near the boyand put her trembling hand on his head.Once again tears streamed down herwrinkled cheeks, her eyes got blurred withtears which she wiped immediately so thatshe could see her Sarju properly. All theyoung boys with him were amazed andworried at her behaviour."Come again son," Bhagirathi said ina trembling voice, hearing this Ramrathheaved a sigh of relief. That Indian studentagain played the role of translator, "SureI will come," saying this that young boywaved and running and jumping on themeandering road disappeared before hereyes. Bhagirathi was standing like a statueand kept on staring in the direction.Once again their life started on theold pattern but definitely a difference camein Bhagirathi's life. Now daily she startedsitting at the tea shop with her husband.After all her son had promised to comeagain.Nishank : Ramesh Pokhariyal writes under the pen name Nishank. Former chief ministerof Uttarakhand, Nishank is a prolific poet and fiction writer with published volumes like—Pallavi, Pahad se Ooncha, Beera and Shaktiroopa (novels) and Sangharsh Jari Hai, Pratikshaetc. (collection of poems). He has published five collections of short stories. He lives inDehradun.132 :: April-June 2013fgndi •
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to see her, if that group of boys didn'treturn this way Bhagirathi might lose herbalance of mind at this old age.While sitting in the shop her eyeswould be fixed in the direction by whichthey were supposed to be returning; andshe would ask again and again when wouldthey return? Ramrath would be irritated,"How do I know when would they come?"Bhagirathi was flabbergasted still shewould once again start looking withdoubled enthusiasm, but by evening shewould be disheartened. Now it was gettingvery cold, the higher peaks of the mountainwere covered with snow and Ramrathwould have liked to close the shop early.Otherwise also there were hardly anycustomers in the evening, but Bhagirathiwould not allow him to close. Facing thearrows of biting chilly winds she wouldcontinue sitting near the open hearthwiping her nose.One day her penance bore fruit. Thatstudents’ group returned to have tea at hisshop. Ramrath saw them coming from adistance. He had recognized his Sarjuamidst that group of ten or twelve boyseven from a distance. But he kept quietas he wanted to get confirmation of hisbelief from Bhagirathi. The boys camenearer and he looked at Bhagirathisideways. She was staring at the foreignstudent steadily."Baba, give us tea, didn't we tell youwe will come back," the Indian studenttook off his gloves and stood near theburning hearth enjoying the warmth of thefgndi •fire. "Sarju" as the whispering voice ofBhagirathi reached that boy he lookedtowards her."Amma, what are you saying?" thatIndian boy was rather talkative."Nothing, son nothing, she is old andkeeps on babbling," before Bhagirathi couldsay anything Ramrath spoke.Bhagirathi acted as if she didn't hearanything and kept on staring at Sarju, 'thesame features, the same mole at the chinand the same habit of smiling by slightlyslanting his mouth.' Bhagirathi felt thatshe would go mad, tears started rollingdown her eyes."Amma, aren't you feeling well?"Looking at Bhagirathi's condition theIndian student asked.Bhagirathi looked up as if she hadsuddenly woken up from sleep."No son, I am ok," and looked at Sarjuwho was standing in front of her. Shethought 'where he is now and where theyare. True they had brought him up forthree years only, but how the other parentsare bringing him up. Could they have givenhim such fair, healthy and blooming life?No, never. If he had been with them hewould have probably been sitting in thisshop only.Bhagirathi looked at the boy and askedthe other boy, "Son, do ask him wherehe has come from and what his parentsdo?" What went between two of themneither Ramrath nor Bhagirathi couldunderstand, but whatever was told themit confirmed Bhagirathi and Ramrath'sbelief that this foreign student was no otherApril-June 2013 :: 131