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Kamala could smell the scent of the perfume on Surawhen he returned home from the college that evening.
She turned over on the bed and threw him a questioning
look. Her face was contorted in pain, betraying her
resolve not to let it show, to put on a cheerful smile no
matter what. Or, to at least try to. But her mind was
already awash in self-pity: Whats the matter with me?
Why am I morbidly wallowing in thoughts about my
imminent death? So what if my days are numbered, why
go over it again and again in my mind? Why present my
poor husband with a face of doom and gloom? Why add
to his worry and unhappiness?
Before she could smooth the creases of her face into a
bland grin, Sura was by her side. Kama. He grabbed at
his hair in despair. Is the pain worse? God, how long
will it last!
Pain? She tried to sound cheerful. Nothing that cant
be endured; certainly no worse than before. Dont worry.
Her eyes were so sharp that her husbands face fell, in
defeat. Thats what you always say. Youve become used
to the pain, its second nature to you now. Youre all
alike, you women. You never admit to being in pain, to
suffering. Just what do you think that youll ascend
body and soul to heaven if you sacrifice yourself for your
husband and children? He reached out to caress her
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cheek. She flinched, as if his touch would singe her. Awave of dizziness rolled through her and for a moment
she felt she was floating in a void.
Go take a shower, she said when she was herself again.
You need one at the end of a long hot summer day. Put
on fresh clothes and ask Indra to make tea. She sounded
like a squeaking bird when she called out to their cook
and houseboy, Indramani.
Dont, Sura gently admonished her. Dont tire yourself
out. Even raising your voice a little is a strain. After all,
how much strength is there left in you?
She shut her eyes with a sigh. A moment later she
opened them and found her husband staring at her, his
words still resounding in her ears:How much strength is
there left in you! She caught the unfamiliar scent again;
her vision misted over and then cleared. She could see
her husband through a haze of pale yellow light after a
shower of rain. At forty-five his next birthday, only
days away he was as slim and strong as ever, growing
younger if anything. A high forehead aglow with
intelligence, a strong chin signaling determination to
get on with life against all odds. She sighed. This mans
body had once been hers. All hers, shared with no-one
else. Goosebumps rose on her skin, her face became hot,
her eyes burned, and she looked at her husband hungrily.
He was every bit as desirable as before lithe,
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energetic, full of vigour and vitality.A tiny cloud of suspicion began to form, filling the
skies of her mind it threatened to pour any moment.
Im like the proverbial wine jug. She gritted her teeth.
Fit only to be tossed away once its empty.
What? Why do you say that?
Is what I said untrue? Ive been meaning to tell you
this for some time now: Ill never get better, Ill never be
of any use to you. Why should you continue to have to
go through this? You should . . .
Surprisingly, Sura did not turn away as he usually did,
his eyes did not well up with tears; on the contrary, he
flew into a rage. Why do you always go back to that?
Find it a pleasant topic, do you? Good god!
Her heart skipped a beat. Not because of his
uncharacteristic anger, but because of a sudden
misgiving: Have I upset you? Sorry. Go get washed and
changed. Dont keep standing here and lose your appetite
for nothing. She called out to the houseboy again. Indra,
can you hear me? The masters home and waiting.
Sura stomped off.
For a while the perfume hung heavy in the air.
Outside, the shadows grew longer. The drumstick tree
had already turned into a dark mass; barely an hour ago
its tiny sun-dappled leaves had been aflutter with smiles.
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ago. She had given up on a whole lot of things for thatmatter. All because she had aged into a worn-down
housewife. She had children to raise, and thank god her
efforts had paid off: the two girls, Manik and Suna, had
married well, and Ghana, their son, was in the forestry
college in Coimbatore. He would get married and settle
down as soon as he landed a job. She had sacrificed her
life her body and mind and a feeling of contentment
had been her only reward. Meanwhile the drudgery of
housework had callused her soft hands and coarsened
her complexion; even her long, thick hair had thinned,
now reaching down only to the middle of her back; she
had gotten used to eating any old thing at irregular hours
often long after her husband and children had finished
their meals, to wearing old clothes, to making do with
smelly coconut oil bought in the bazaar for her hair.
Working hard seemed to be all she was good for, but
ever since taking to bed she had been robbed of even
this.
Her illness remained a mystery. No amount of medicine
seemed to do any good; the pain did not lessen one bit.
She grew weaker by the day, and death seemed to be
creeping slowly upon her. A prolonged, protracted
torture.
She tossed and turned. She could smell the perfume
again. Did it float up again and again just to mock and
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mortify her? Perfume on Sura, who had no time for suchself indulgence, was no ordinary occurrence. Preoccupied
with reading and writing, he sometimes forgot to shave
or to comb his hair, and was indifferent to what he wore.
A true intellectual, if ever there was one. Everything sat
well on him. All except perfume. But God be praised, he
was still such a caring husband.
When it was fully dark, she broke down, and her hot
feverish eyes swam in tears, even if only a few drops.
When Indra placed a lamp by her bedside, she was
curious to know what her husband was doing. Indra
said he had gone out for a stroll.
A stroll? Where?
Didnt say.
Hm.
The issue of the perfume began to gnaw at her anew.
Anyone could buy perfume. Whatever brand you wanted,
all you had to do was go to the market and look for it.
Was it the same with human beings? You wanted
somebody and you went for her? Was all this conjugal
love, affection and concern for his wife just a charade, a
show? Could anyone spend a lifetime loving a sick
person?
She turned over and more tears flowed down her
cheeks. The houseboy was still standing beside her bed.
What was going through his mind? Wondering how long
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this sick woman would survive? How long shed fight alosing battle? Indra was considered effeminate, but it
was he, more than anybody else, who seemed most
concerned about her.
What shall I cook for dinner tonight? he asked.
Dont ask me. Do you think Ill be around forever?
Her voice sounded pitiful, even to her own ears.
Dont cry, sister. Youll get well.
Get well! Whats the point of lingering on? Only to
prolong my own misery? The truth is I no longer matter
to anyone. Why go on living?
Indra left. She turned onto her back. There! She had
unburdened herself! Made it clear she wished she were
dead; already she was feeling better. Death was
preferable to being confined to bed, better than having
to fight back tears, better than having to smell perfume
on her husband. But when would the end come? A
familiar sense of feeling rejected was rising up within
her again. Their son might love her, but he was more
worried about his studies and his future. Four months
ago, when he had rushed home after she had taken a
sudden turn for the worse, he had only been able to
spare four days. Of course his father too had been keen
for him to go back: Why should he miss classes? Let
him go back and get on with his studies. Their married
daughters, Manik and Suna, belonged elsewhere they
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had their own families and problems to think about and couldnt be expected to make frequent visits. And
the only person she thought was hers alone had gone
out for an evening stroll without even telling her. Without
bothering to tell her. She wasnt worth the trouble.
She lay still, her mouth half-open. Her mind strayed.
(2)
She thought she had overcome her cravings the birth
of a son and two daughters, the years of running a
household should have completely extinguished the
desire for sensual pleasure. She had been married at the
age of fifteen, and her twenty-two years of married life
seemed to her to have lasted for ages. So many of her
friends had already died; what difference would one
more death make? A similar realization had struck her
at the birth of their son. She had forgotten nothing
the hospital, the pain of labour, the caesarean, the torture
of dressing the wound every day, the unseasonal winter
rains, the chill which had seeped into the core of her
being and robbed her of all warmth, her husbands ill-
concealed irritation at being disturbed in the middle of
the night by the babys crying. Sorry, hes woken up,
shed mutter apologetically. Did he disturb you? Go back
to sleep. A smack on the babys bottom to quiet him
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would produce the opposite effect: hed scream at thetop of his lungs.
She had longed and craved for life, for the thrill of
happiness. Fear of becoming pregnant again would stir
her heart now and then, but she didnt let that determine
her actions. She would let her guard down, throw caution
to the wind, overcome in moments of intense pleasure.
Her body had its own demands, its drives; it could forget
one pain and eagerly await the next, similar to the first.
The results were Manik and Suna, though she knew they
werent the products of overwhelming passion. Why
hadnt she learnt to smother her hunger and craving? It
only leads to pain, she had once confided to Sobhana,
her childhood friend, another sickly woman; they were
so close that they called each other blossom. Only to
pain and suffering, dear blossom. How short-lived the
pleasure is! And where has our happiness gone? The
only time we were truly happy seems to have been before
we were married, when we lived with our parents. When
did we last go for a swim, or collect lilies, or climb trees
and race across fields? Sometimes the past, dim and
distant, seemed to whisper seductively in her ears; the
shadows of lithe young limbs on a strong youthful body
flitted across her vision, and she sighed in anguish. How
hard it was to stifle the billowing waves of bitterness.
Sobhana, who had been in a similar state of poor health
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ever since the birth of her second child, was the onlyperson who had understood her. Sobhana suffered from
a terrible stomach disorder, which made her have to go
to the toilet ten times a day. Unable to digest anything,
she had grown increasingly weak and anemic. Her
husband, a foreman in the steel plant, a smaller edition
of the mythical Bhima, took no notice. How true,
blossom! Sobhana couldnt agree more. Who knew
about the labour pain and all the rest? Why do girls
ever marry and bear babies? How quickly their looks,
complexion and liveliness vanish! In case anyone might
think she was blaspheming against her husband, she
added, Once a girl leaves her parents, theres no one
who loves her enough to force even a bowl of watered-
rice on her! Kamala had nodded in silence, unable to
bring herself to say yes or no. Whatever her husbands
faults, cruelty and miserliness were not among them.
Sura had always handed over his salary, leaving it her to
run the household as she liked. He did not spend money
without her knowing, did not indulge in any bad habits.
No, Sura couldnt be compared to Sobhanas brute of a
husband. Its fate! Sobhana had added by way of
consolation. You cant blame anyone. Her ravaged
health, unkempt hair and dirty clothes had left Kamala
with little doubt about her real condition. She knew too
that Sobhana gaunt-faced, wobbly-toothed, lips
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stained black by betel juice was expressing only afraction of what she really felt. A silent rebel, Sobhana
had learnt to hide the embers of rebellion deep within
her, until she was forced into yet another unwelcome
pregnancy. Her husband wanted a son, so a son hed
have, but then shed get up and go shed had enough.
As she lay dead in a crumpled heap after giving birth,
delivered of baby and blood, her fierce foreman of a
husband busily kissed his precious newborn son under
the doctors baleful gaze; her husband couldnt have
cared less. Kamala had learned the gut-wrenching details
of Sobhanas last moments from Sura, her literature-
loving husband, who couldnt fight back his tears while
describing them. But it took a woman to feel what
Sobhana had gone through in her last moments, and
Kamala was not simply a woman, she was also the dead
womans best friend not just some professor of
literature.
Lying on her prickly bed, she tried to quell the rising
waves of pain wracking her body. When would death
and liberation come? Before the vast open expanse of
her consciousness hung Sobhanas face, her lopsided life-
denying smile, for which Kamala had nothing but pity.
Now Kamala herself had become an object of pity, and
Sobhanas lopsided smile seemed to have acquired a tinge
of sweet sunshine: she wasnt the only loser.
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The truth is, Kamala would remind herself, well alldie. All in due course, some before others. But why this
excruciating, this unbearable pain, which seemed to tear
her to pieces? Had it worsened since that woman had
first appeared?
Meet Chandramidha, said Sura, ushering the woman in
one evening. We call her Usharani. Shes from Siam and
was a visiting professor in Ceylon before coming here
on an exchange programme. Her knowledge of
languages makes her the envy of everyone not only
of English, which she teaches, but also of other
languages, like Hindi, Bengali and Tamil. She spent the
last two months in Puri, before joining our department,
and has picked up a smattering of Oriya too, good
enough to speak and write a little. Shes a child at heart,
as trusting and as innocent. She was able to pick up
Oriya so easily because this is what I explained to her
the language must be in her blood, her ancestors
must have come from Orissa. He beamed at the lady
and then pleaded with his wife: Go ahead and test her
knowledge of Oriya.
Chandramidha was all smiles, her attractive body
swaying in slow motion. She clasped and unclasped her
arms across her bosom, as if doing exercises.
Swagatam! Sura said, turning to the guest.
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Swagatam, Chandramidha smiled. Welcome.Willkommen. Well come in?
Did you hear that? Sura turned to his wife. Down to
the etymology.
Chandramidha made eyes at him. Amo I love
main pyar karti hun amibhalo basi ame bhalu . . . A
stunning display of knowledge of Oriya indeed! Ame bhalu
Im a bear!
Kamala couldnt help chuckling. Sura stiffened.
Well, Madam Chandramidha, Kamala suddenly asked.
How many children do you have?
Sura became grave, his eyes flashed.
What was that? Chandramidhas heart-shaped face
flushed like a champak flower, her liquid eyes darted
like a fish, her wondrous smile lit up her pearly teeth
framed in ruby red lips. What did she say?
Kamala did not even try to sit up. Let Sura do the
explaining.
He took charge of entertaining the guest the rest of
the evening; but every time the ladys tinkling laughter
floated in from the sitting room Kamala was convinced
this woman was in a class by herself. Not only was her
laughter pure music, but it seemed to bring to life the
sound of freedom, the voice of a spirit untrammeled by
shyness or repression. She, Kamala, would never have
what this woman had neither her robust health nor
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her robust freedom. Even as from the narrow ruts of herhide-bound life she watched the ladys progress down
the highway of freedom, Kamala felt the first flickers of
suspicion. Nothing was obvious, but deep down she was
a woman, and a woman can see deep into the heart of
the invisible. For the first time she prayed for an early
death.
Soon there would be her husbands pontifications to
put up with: How one looks at things depends on ones
outlook, ones outlook depends on ones mental state,
and ones mental state depends on ones upbringing,
education and a host of other factors. What did he take
her for, a complete illiterate? True, she had only finished
lower primary school in the village, but she had read
enough on her own: scriptures, much to her mothers
delight; fiction, to flesh out her own dreams about the
man in her life.
The more she looked back at her life, the more she
was convinced Sura had never really loved her. He had
loved only himself and used her as nothing more than a
prop, an accessory, a support, for his self-love to clutch
on to and to grow. But was it entirely his fault? Hadnt
he tried to educate her? He had given up only after his
efforts had ended in failure. So if he had turned away
from her he wasnt entirely to blame, was he? Poor man,
he had sought refuge behind a wall of books,
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withdrawing into a world of his own. No wonder shehad gradually been relegated to the margins, to the outer
fringes of his life.
Then there were the occasional bitter reminders:
Kama, I could have gone places if only Id had a wife to
help me out a little. Getting a D. Litt wouldnt have
remained only a distant dream. How they stung, his
selfish words. Had nothing she had done cooking,
baking, rolling paans, keeping house, raising children
helped him? Had she been completely useless? She
didnt measure up? Well, how high did she reach to
his knees? Fair enough. Now that he had this
Chandramidha woman around, she could help him with
his coveted D. Litt. His words, which had once seemed
so innocent, now appeared loaded: Kama, you Indian
women make good housewives but poor partners;
mentally and academically youre all miles behind your
husbands. He had a way with words, and could hold
forth, with his inimitable flair, on any topic society,
the role of the individual, marital compatibility, morality,
you name it. Take morality once he had pontificated
on this: People have given it a new twist: they only pay
it lip service, but never practice it; they pretend to be
moral beings and keep their lives of lies and deceit well
hidden. And Indian women? All narrow-minded bigots
wallowing in ignorance and darkness, calculating to the
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point of utter selfishness, affecting a liberal image whenanyone can see theyre merely showing their ignorance;
their only passion in life is unearthing the faults of other
people and gossiping about them. Morality doesnt mean
flaunting a husband-is-god brooch pinned to your chest
while in the recesses of your mind you desire other men.
Even physical faithfulness at the cost of mental fidelity
makes no sense. Kamala had nodded in agreement. He
couldnt be wrong. His views must have come from the
scholarly books he read and taught. She had never taken
it into her head to put these views to the test, though
there had been a few opportunities. There was Bishi,
one of Suras senior students, who frequently dropped
in to discuss and debate a point and stayed on to chat. A
handsome young man, his long thick eyelashes behind
his glasses reminded her of sunlight skipping off the
placid surface of a pool in the early morning. She liked
him and looked forward to his visits; his thin sharp face
inspired trust. So she didnt hide from him; instead, she
took care to be well dressed whenever he called. Then,
without rhyme or reason, Sura began to speak ill of him:
Beware, Kama! Bishis a snake in the grass, a sly operator.
From then on she kept away from the young man, for
no other reason than to please her husband. After that,
if there was someone she might come close to liking a
little Sura would begin making insinuations. It had
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surprised and baffled her at the time, but now it madesense: Sura had never trusted her and had poisoned her
mind against anyone she might get close to. Was this
love? Conjugal love? This hollowness? This gold-plated
hollowness? Now her life was over, and shed never be
young again.
That pretty Chandramidha of yours, she wanted to
tell her husband, shes something. After all, shes well-
travelled, been to many countries, seen many things and
met many people. Not narrow-minded like us. Not tied
down like us either. No husband or children to weigh
her down. Nothing to be scared of. Not bothered about
money or where the next meal was coming from. Ifshe
couldnt be footloose and fancy free, who could?
Kamala couldnt bring herself to spit these words out
at Sura. Wasnt his face becoming lined from worry, from
the sleepless nights he spent by her bedside? How could
she be so ungrateful? Besides, there had been moments
of great happiness when they were newly married. For
the sake of those alone she should get over her jealousy
and selfishness and cover him with prayers and blessings,
like petals: let him be eternally happy, let everyone be
ever so happy, let the flame of her life die, let her husband
be free . . .
Even as death seemed to be creeping through her body,
starting at her toes, her mind stubbornly refused to
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accept reality. Were the mind and the body two separateentities, shed wonder in lucid moments, independent
of each other, but joined together at birth by Time? Was
Time the only reality that mattered?
Her mind was in a whirl not the merry whirl which
comes with youth, more like that of a dry leaf caught in
the chilly northern wind and waiting to fall. Without
hope. Without forgiveness also. If she couldnt forgive
herself, how could she forgive others? All she wanted
was for death to come. Only death could liberate her.
How hale and hearty her husband was! Nothing seemed
to affect him. Like a stone with waves crashing over it
yet absorbing not even a drop. Years had passed, needs
and wants had multiplied, but he seemed to have
prospered, to have grown taller, in the face of all odds.
How she envied him his handsome looks, his
attractiveness. All his good habits observed even to this
day: rising early, exercising, taking daily walks. He had
always enjoyed his morning constitutional: the earth
seemed fresh, greener, unspoiled, uncluttered, and the
sky inspired poetry. He had continued to enjoy reading
and writing as much as his sitar practice, activities carried
on until well past midnight. All this while her world had
steadily shrunk, a world ravaged by pain both physical
and mental, a world whose limits were defined by the
bed of arrows she lay on. Her only excursion beyond
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was to the bathroom, where she went once a day,crawling, panting, sweating.
She looked out the window: the uneven green hedge
of plants big and small, the back of a nearby house, a
narrow slice of sky, a water tower, the chimney of the
sugar factory, the tops of buildings of varying heights,
trees. All enclosed in an emptiness, a void. Into which
she would disappear one day?
As long as there was life there was hope. Miracles
could happen. The seasons changed. Crows, sparrows
and kites flew, thinking whatever thoughts birds do. The
drumstick tree became festooned with flowers when the
cloudless sky was at its bluest. The sight of it made her
momentarily forget her pain and disease, and shed ask
Indra to pick a handful of tender young leaves and flowers:
Why not cook something with them? Your master likes
drumstick so much! Her husband had been very pleased.
She remembered.
She loved to hear human voices, even from elsewhere,
from outside her room; silence weighed on her like a
damp fog. Tears would roll down her cheeks. She would
cough interminably, until her stomach collapsed. That
was the only way she could get rid of the lump in her
throat. A sick person derives strength from sickness, a
mad person from madness.
How had she been so foolish as to imagine that her
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husband would have eyes only for her? How could astrong, virile man reconcile himself to a charade of a life
with a skeleton?
What hurt most was that he hadnt been frank with
her. Ive caused you nothing but trouble, she would tell
him. Why dont you remarry? Oh shut up, hed beg
off. You want me to become a laughing stock as well?
Have you gone mad? Yes, indeed she had gone mad.
Ever since Chandramidha he preferred to call her
Usharani and insisted that she do so too had appeared
on the scene. Not a single day passed without her name
cropping up in one context or the other; he did not miss
a single opportunity of singing the ladys praises.
Lying on her bed of arrows, Kamala sensed that Sura
wanted her dead and gone. He had already set his sights
on the rising sun, though it was he who had preached
against lust!
You know something, Indra! shed say, giving vent
to her feelings. The world has always been like this.
Dont ever trust men.
Even if the houseboy hadnt caught the relationship
between the two remarks, he couldnt have agreed more.
Though a man, he wished hed been born a woman.
Dont worry, sister, hed say to console her, sniffling.
Youll get well soon.
Kamala and Indra. What were they but two rickety
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old boats cast adrift on the high seas. Sometimesunspoken words and utter helplessness can be strangely
consoling.
As the days went by she saw her husband change. He
became more and more distracted; he grew indifferent.
He glowed more with each passing day, exuding the
radiance of someone in the first flush of love. His moods
fluctuated a meditative stillness, as if imposed by
magic, one moment, inexplicable tremors and shivers
the next. He played his sitar with a vengeance, trying
out a new raga. He returned later from college and went
out immediately for his evening walk. His initial openness
(I think Ill go see Chandramidha, theres something
about comparative phonetics I need to discuss with her)
had dried up long ago. He no longer mentioned her,
became visibly uncomfortable when her name came up,
and his evening walks grew longer and longer. Although
nobody said anything to her she caught on: life had
triumphed over death, a healthy and beautiful body over
a sickly and dying one.
How strongly he reeked of that perfume! How long
had he been with Chandramidha? What was that ball of
fire in the sky? The moon? Hadnt yesterday been the
night of the full moon? A day had passed but it was still
so round! Wasnt it all smiles? Didnt the drumstick tree
look like a beautiful woman dressed to the nines and
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out for an evening stroll along the riverbank? A tragic wish, maybe, but Kamala wanted to be that beautiful
woman.
A profound wave, filling the horizon, seemed to crash
over her. Her mouth hung open. What did she want to
say? What had she discovered? Was there any need to
say anything at all?
Sura reached home well after nine-thirty that evening.
Life, he had decided, meant joy and happiness. To
enjoyment! With death and mourning went narrowness
of mind.
His wife lay on her back, her neck twisted towards
the moon, her mouth agape with unspoken words.