Short story by RANJIT SINHA ROY


Stuti casually looked up from papers and saw the man pushing open the main entrance door and coming to office hall. She could not believe her eyes. But in a second she was sure. It was the same tall, well-built, neatly dressed man, with a charming smile, now talking to the receptionist. The girl directed him to the Manager’s cubicle. Before proceeding, he looked around and their eyes met. She prayed, he would not be able to recognize her. Two years was a long time. Moreover, they met only for a short time and the lights were dim. Despite her efforts, Stuti was unable to shift her gaze and probably that only gave her away. A brief hesitation and he recognized her. He smiled, gave a short nod and went to the Manager’s cubicle. Stuti knew, next he would come to her. She was trapped. There was no escape.

Her heart was pounding fast. Hands shaking and knees trembling, the monitor looked hazy and head seemed blank. Afraid, she thought of going out of the office. But then she was to go to Manager’s office for permission. It was impossible. That man was sitting there. Stuti did not know what to do.

It was two years since she met this man. Final semester exams were over and in a week’s time all the postgraduate students of her batch would leave the institute forever.

It was a silent evening and not dark yet. Stuti was flipping through the pages of a women’s magazine and felt extremely bored. Rajni, her roommate for two years was reading a novel. Once a while she glanced at Stuti, but said nothing. Perhaps she was also bored. After a while Rajni put the book down and asked Stuti, if she had anything to do in the evening. When Stuti said she was free, Rajni suggested she come along with her. She had a friend to meet and there was no point sitting alone in the hostel. Stuti readily agreed.

Rajni took her to a star hotel. Stuti had never been to that place. Things seemed strange. Rajni said that her friend had checked in there. She seemed to be quite familiar with the place and the person in the Reception counter gave her a knowing smile. She asked him something, and was given a number. They went up the elevator to fourth floor and Rajni knocked on a door. One casually dressed man in his forties opened and that was when she saw him first. Stuti was surprised. She expected Rajni’s friend to be much younger.

He gave a broad, welcome smile and called them in. Rajni introduced Stuti and they all sat down. He was tall and handsome and had a pleasant way of talking. Despite the age difference, he talked to the girls as though they were equals.

He spoke on various subjects, from latest hit films to present pop musical favorites. In a short time they became so free and frank that Stuti felt she knew him for a long time. They were laughing; joking and talking like old friends. She enjoyed his company.

He asked Stuti about her studies, her liking and disliking and who were her favorite authors. He told about himself also. That he was a confirmed bachelor and did not believe in bonded life. He was happy this way. He very much liked company of young, intelligent and beautiful girls, someone like Stuti. She blushed, but inwardly relished the compliment.

Rajni pretended to be jealous, and with fake anger softly hit him with a rolled newspaper. She said that now he preferred Stuti and forgotten her. He laughed and told that Rajni was his old flame and would forever remain the most favorite. They all had a hearty laugh and Stuti started admiring the man. He was really a very charming person. Men should be like him and not the prankish youngsters she saw every day in the university. He was mature and sounded so manly with deep resonant voice.

With polite permission he ordered one beer bottle for himself and cool drinks with some snacks for the girls. They were having a nice time when the phone rang.

He took the call, listened for a while and told Rajni that someone in the lounge was waiting for her. Rajni got up and asked Stuti to wait. She would be back soon.

This gentleman was so polite and well behaved. Stuti did not consider it abnormal to be all-alone in a hotel room with a person whom she met only a short time before. She trusted him.

They talked this and that for sometime. Then as though curious, he asked, if she had any boyfriend. He was surprised when told that there was none. As if joking, he said in that case he could be the one.

She did not know what came to her. She responded in the same tone and said laughing,
"Yes, why not", and blushed pink.

After few moments of silence he moved to the sofa, sat beside and put one arm around her shoulder. He lovingly and tenderly first kissed the lips, then deep on the mouth and slowly started caressing all over. He bolted the door and carried her to the bed. Stuti knew what was going to happen, but did not resist.

He was gentle and considerate. He could make out that she was completely inexperienced and tried to make it less painful for her. He took care that she would not feel uncomfortable. Initially her body was rigid and limp, but then responded surprisingly against her wish.

The act over, she covered herself with a bed sheet, gathered clothes, went to bathroom and wept. She felt she had lost something precious, carefully preserved for years. After sometime she stopped crying, had a wash and tried to clean herself as much as she could. She felt immensely guilty and hated herself. She felt dirty. Quietly she dressed, came out to the room. Fully satisfied he was lying on the bed. She heard him murmuring that virgins were rare and would like to have her once again. Without glancing at him she went down.

She went to the lounge and found Rajni waiting. Stuti suspected the whole thing was pre-arranged and Rajni was a key player. She left the hotel alone without asking Rajni and never talked to her till she left. After three days she vacated the hostel forever and went to her place. She did not meet Rajni again. Later she came to know that she got married and permanently settled in Canada.

For quite sometime, she was not able to make out what had come to her and how she could so shamelessly surrender to a total stranger. Probably it was the cool air-conditioned comfort or the décor of the room or the soothing dim lights or was charmed by his good looks and soft gentle voice or she was curious or may be a combination of all. She did not know how it could happen. She never mentioned it to anyone and kept it within herself as a guarded secret. Slowly, over two years she almost forgot the incident like a bad dream.

Campus selections were over. She got offer for a middle management position in a non-banking finance company. After a year she married Vikash. It was an arranged marriage and she was thankful to her parents for selecting such a wonderful husband. They fell in love at the very first sight and till now it was the same. By look and nature they seemed to be made for each other. Tomorrow it would be the first marriage anniversary and they were looking forward to this day of all days.

The office had low partitions and one could not see others when seated. There was no separate chamber even for senior executives. Decoration and set-up were most modern and the environment excellent.

Now that the man had finished discussion with the Manager. He stood up and looked around after the customary handshake.

Despite best efforts Stuti could not avoid looking at him. He smiled and came straight to her table and without permission sat on the chair opposite.
“Good morning. How are you?" She did not respond and looked at the papers on the table.

“So you are angry with me and won’t talk. Did I do any harm to you young lady? I do not think so. I was very considerate. You know that well. Though initially it was a little painful, I think you ultimately enjoyed the act. Frankly speaking, I never imagined a beautiful young girl like you could really remain virgin. Normally it does not happen. First I thought you were pretending, but then I could make out that you were genuinely untouched. It was a novel experience, my dear. Very, very, rarely I come across girls like you. You were an exception.”

Stuti remained silent, afraid that others may hear. But the man was careful and talked in a low voice. He waited for her to talk. But when there was no response, he smiled and said,
“My dear young lady, I want to have your wonderful company once again. Recently I have been posted in this town as the Branch Manager of my company. I have an apartment. It is cozy and comfortable. You would like it. I won’t take much of your time. Just an hour or two.”

He paused a moment, then with little surprise said,
“I see, you are married now! That’s why you are so hesitant. Don’t be afraid my dear. Unfortunately I have an engagement tonight. So tomorrow evening around six, I shall pick you up and we shall have a wonderful time together. Now that you are married and experienced, you can teach me few new techniques. As for being late, you can inform your husband that you have some pending work to finish and it may take an hour or two more. So, Madam, it is all settled.”

He looked at her keenly, then slowly added,
"By the by, if by any chance you prefer to be absent tomorrow, I may drop in to your place in the evening. In that case I can meet your husband too and discuss the black mole you have on your left inner thigh. It will not be difficult for me to get your address. So, may I take your leave now my dear? Shall see you tomorrow.”

He got up, gave a twisted, meaningful smile and went out. Stuti could see him through the glass door, walking to his car parked across the road and drive away.

Everything looked hazy and blurred. People talking in the office sounded like a distant
noise. Despite air-conditioning she was sweating. Cold sweat flowed down her
spine. She felt helpless and did not know what to do.

She went to Ladies’ Room and splashed her face with cold water. Waited till calmed down a little and then came back to her seat. She took a glass of water and felt better. Trying to forget the whole episode, she went through the papers and by afternoon she was composed to some extent. But the thought and fear never left her. She tried to find a way out, but there was none. She felt weak, feverish and cold.

Evening she came home at usual hour and Vikash returned shortly after. They had tea together and discussed next day’s program. Vikash was very enthusiastic about his plans. Stuti also took part, but inwardly she was tense and worried. Sometime she would look blank and absent minded. Several times Vikash asked if she was listening. When she said, yes she was, Vikash asked if she was all right, did anything happen in the office. She felt sad for him. Poor boy. Suddenly she had a strong surge of love for him. She put arms around his neck and said,
“Vikash, tell me, you will never leave me. Never, never. Please hold me tight and say you love me.”

Vikash did as she said, but was surprised at her sudden emotion. Stuti put her head on his shoulder and started crying. Vikash could not understand why she should turn so emotional. He allowed her to silently cry for sometime. Then asked,
“Stuti, are you alright? Tell me if you are sick or anything wrong. Did I say something, which has hurt you? For quite sometime I felt you are not within yourself. Something was biting you. Tell me what it is.”

Stuti calmed herself. She felt much better now. Somehow she felt assured in his tight embrace. She raised her head and smiled through tears. “No Vikash, nothing wrong. Will you love me forever whatever may come".
Vikash smiled tenderly. His heart melted for her. He nodded looking at her tear filled eyes.

It was decided that tomorrow around six in the evening Vikash would come to her office and take her home. After a wash and dressing up they would first go to a ballet - a German group - now performing in the city. Though difficult to get seats, Vikash had managed two in the third row. After that they will go to an exclusive restaurant and have candlelight dinner. On request, they play special anniversary music, with musicians standing around the table. Vikash did not tell her about it. He kept it, as a surprise item. He knew, how happy she would be. Then they would exchange secretly purchased gifts, over a glass of Italian wine. It will be a ceremony exclusive to them. No friends, no guests, no fanfare. Only Vikash and Stuti

After dinner they went to bed. Vikash talked for few minutes and then was fast asleep. Stuti remained awake for a long time apprehensive of what awaited her tomorrow. Much later, she had a disturbed sleep, waking up frequently, with a dry throat. Perhaps this was their last night together. She was afraid, very afraid.

Next morning Vikash dropped her in the office and drove away asking her to be ready by six. Office was in ground floor with three wide black marble steps leading to the thick plate- glass entrance. Stuti went to her table and sat looking straight at the door opposite as though she expected that man to enter any time. Then she realised that it was only ten in the morning and there were full eight hours for him to step in.

She tried to concentrate in her work. There was lot of pending papers she could not clear the previous day. She tried to brush aside all other thoughts and concentrate only on the pending papers. Before lunch break she completed the work.

Things were not same after lunch. Every now and then she looked at the watch. Time seemed to move very slowly. By five she was restless and by quarter to six her heart was thumping again. She started to sweat and everything looked hazy. She went to Ladies’ Room once, took a full glass of water and kept staring at the entrance.

It was exactly six when she saw the man getting down from the car parked on other side of the road. He was locking the door when Vikash also parked his in the office parking lot. Stuti saw the man crossing the road and Vikash coming up the steps.

Vikash was pushing the glass door open, when there was a sharp screeching sound and a heavy thud on the road. Traffic halted and people rushed to the spot where a man lay sprawled under a car.

Stuti knew who he was. She also knew that the man was dead. Stuti put her head down on both palms, with elbows on the table. She started to weep. She did not know that relief could also make one cry.

Vikash turned back from the door, rushed with others to the accident spot and came back in few minutes. He went to Stuti’s table and found her sobbing. He said,

“Why are you crying Stuti? It happens everyday. So many people die in road accidents. Can we cry for all of them? Moreover we do not know who the man was. A total stranger. No doubt it was a sad thing, but what to do. Poor fellow, meeting an end like this. Come on let’s go now. Wipe your eyes."

Meanwhile, police and ambulance had come. They covered the body with a white sheet and lifted it to the ambulance van. Stuti said she would go only after everything was cleared.

Shortly the police jeep and ambulance van left. The crowd dispersed and traffic resumed. It seemed as though nothing had happened and life moved on as usual. Everything was normal, except for some dark stains on the road. They came out and she carefully avoided looking at that spot.

On way home, Vikash drove with Stuti sitting beside. Suddenly she started to laugh. She tried to control herself by putting her palm on the mouth, but could not stop. She bent forward and laughed and laughed. Surprised Vikash asked,
“Few minutes back you were crying. Now you are laughing so much. What is the matter?”
She laughed for some more time and then straightend up. Now there was only a broad smile.
“Nothing Vikash, I laughed because we are alive in this beautiful world. You and I. Life is so wonderful. Let us enjoy it as long as we live. Vikash today is our first anniversary. I shall remember this day forever.”

It was slowly getting dark. At that moment the streetlights came up and it was bright all around. Silently they drove back home. Both were smiling. It was their first wedding anniversary.

Short story by Johnston Becker

As I stepped out into the cobblestone street, to lock my shop. Once again realized, I was leaving my sanctuary of peace and solitude. Oh! The
Blissful simplicity of work. Which held the fraternization of those who actually cared about my well being. Even some to whom, I would disclose
My dreams of writing,
Yes, late though I may be as usual. I was dreading the return home from my day of serenity. My wife, whom I had married three months prior to this entry, was fastly becoming a poisonous thorn in my side. (For the lack of a better word). Her constant bickering and foul moodiness has made me conspire to dreams, of being single once again. Oh! The tortuous pain!
Walking through the door to our humble abode. That of which, I
Had worked the greater part of my life away to achieve. She at once began her grumbling. A writer scoff! You couldn’t pen your own name properly
Ha! Ha! Her sarcasm befouled my soul; my blood pressure began to rise,
My eyes went gray and somber. My heart began to beat cold as frost.

As she laid our subtle dinner of vegetable stew upon the table. I
Looked at her with the eyes of hatred, but the only thing my mind could say was yes of course my love. My weakness, ungratifying to myself, I cursed my calmness, my eagerness to please and my low self-esteem.

Turning to my food so as not to meet her glare. I found its flavor as dreadful as her gorgon like company. I spoke with quaint mannerism, beseeched only by those brought in a moralistic family.” My dear have we no salt?”

The heathen became wrenched with fury. Shivers ran up my spine. Fear bequeathed my entire being. Her words were as cold as a rainy night. They bemired my entire being. “How! Could we afford such things?” You work sixteen hours a day and still we haven’t a pence. You broke miserable rodent of a man. I should never have married you.

As my irreverent eyes, looked into her voodoo cursed soul
I perceived such hatred. That I was instantly calmed. I spoke in calculating manner. My budding flower, do not speak such atrocities. Her reply threw me into an instant frenzy. She said, “The truth is no atrocity”. Quickly, I stood and glared at her, and spoke in harshness. If your food were not so lousy, It’s probable that I could work longer to afford you better. I turned and walked quickly towards the bedroom and spoke ferociously. I’m tired I shall retire for the evening. Thank you for the lovely dinner.

As I lay awake in bed. I soon realized sleep would never be forth coming. Soon I began to devise a plan to see my way out of this capricious life. Which I had blindly inherited, Not long after the malevolent creature of my nightmares stumbled awkwardly into our bedroom. She fell upon the bed looked at me with maliciousness, closed her eyes and began to snore. A deep loud echoing noise that could tame a wild beast. My heart froze. How could I live with this monster, this godless wretch!

My plan began to simmer more wildly. It felt as though, it were the only clear thought, I’ve had in a few fortnight. As I sat up to look at the clock it struck the witching hour. It was as if the clock had instructed my sub-conscious to go forth with my plan.

I quickly stood up grasped the nearest pillow. Pressing it over the knaves’ face. The harder I pressed the more the monster fought. My strength not what it once was, it began to give. Suddenly as if struck by some outside force. The witches resolve began to give. I leaned down towards her ear and spoke. What bitter words have you, for me now, may you forever choke on them? Finally she went into her final death throws and her clenched fingers upon my arms began to free. The fight was over. Peace was mine, finally mine. Before I begin to enjoy the accomplishments of this night. Thought I to myself, I must discard the body.

Then I looked upon, the whitening corpse. Shame began to fill my soul, A bitter feeling of emptiness, loneliness clutched my emotions. She seemed so very peaceful as if she were smiling. I began to remember, the first day I laid eyes upon her. I was walking up the muddied streets, towards the general store. Thinking to myself when will this miserable rain cease. I lifted my eyes and before me stood. The most beautiful angel, the lords’ creativity had ever devised.
She was of medium height, with a small frame. Her skin looked as soft as a doves’ feathers. Her lips perfect caricatures of voluptuous shape. Her face forged in the fires of Hesphaestion. Her eyes light green as if Hera herself had seen through them. My heart began to pulsate, my mind flooded with thoughts of her.

Suddenly I awoke from my dream like state. Fastly I began preparing the body for a proper burial. I grabbed an empty flour sack from the storage cellar and wrapped the body in it. The struggle dragging the corpse into the yard was horrible. The New England winter was dawning and soon the ground would be frozen. I began digging vehemently. I said a few words over the peaceful mass. Then began throwing the earth upon the flour sack. Soon after terribly fatigued, I went into the bedroom washed up vigorously and slipped into bed. Not to awake until sometime later the next day,
When I did awake, a certain calmness had mesmerized my spirits. At once, I threw off the covers and sprung from my bed. Thinking to myself now, it is time to begin. Grabbing my Quill pen and ink, I began to pen what at the time, I thought a considerable work. Of adventure and mayhem upon the high seas,
Time went by so quickly, it was as if the sun never rose. All the while I wrote, wrote and wrote. Almost a calendar had passed, before the work was completed. All the while strange occurrences had been happening. Things had certainly gone awry. Often I awoke day after day to find my quill pen and ink missing. Or put in a spot where I hadn’t left them. Bereavement of my mind began to show.

One particular occasion, I remember well. I had gone out into the storage cellar, to grab a jar of peaches. My late wife had bottled before the winter. Only to find myself locked tight into the six by six hole in the ground. Fear went pealing through my being, like a church bell warning the services. Soon my candle went numb, and I shook the door with the might of Hercules. Although much to my chagrin it would not budge. Suddenly as strangely as it had closed the door flew open. As if some supernatural strength were behind it, I was frozen with fear. My legs gelatin at this very moment could barely carry me. Somehow though praise be to the Lord I climbed out. I searched about but could find nothing to merit the strange circumstances.

Autumn was turning the leaves the beautiful colors that befall the season. So I figured before winter sets in. I should take a cart to town and pick up a few provisions. I went into my study compiled the pages of my pride filled work. Put them in order on my desk and continued towards town. After purchasing the much needed provisions. I put them in my cart and continued homeward without another stop.

I immediately put the provisions into the storage cellar, and ran with the wind at my back to my study. Entering the study with only the thoughts of one last proof read on my mind. I found the manuscript was missing GONE! I screamed in agony. My mind slipped away. I started over turning everything in sight. Searching every inch of my home to no avail. The disaster was everywhere; the rancid mess of books, tables, plates, clothing and paperwork was sickening. Still I had not found the manuscript
My tantrum subsiding, Rain pounded the rooftop in nonstop monotone. Drumming my fears away I decided to bathe, and relax to reacquire my proper thought pattern. I lay in the tub, my eyes closed, candles burning. While relaxation worked its’ way into my tired bones. I looked up upon the shelf and there before my very eyes. My manuscript, On top of the manuscript MY LATE WIFES’ WEDDING RING.

I expunged quickly from the miserable warm water. Only to hear a strange incoherent rustling, no, no a voice! I listened harder begging for the words to ring clear and they did. Very clear, “NOW YOU’LL NEVER BE RID OF ME “, spoken with spooky reverence. I went white my heart began to beat so fast, so furious it was uncontrollable. I clutched repeatedly at my chest it would not cease! My Adam’s’ apple began to expand and my breathing became tight and drawn. My muscles quickly weakened, my legs could no longer hold me and I fell to the floor with a terrifying THUD!

Slowly turning still clutching my chest. I looked up and there before my very eyes stood my wives apparition. Yes there she stood bitter as ever, with a condescending smile upon her face. The wretch, My mind, my heart, my spirits, my soul all relinquished at once. My body was thrown into the night and became a shining star of molecular, gastric structure.
The cold eyes still shining their beaming light of hatred at me. While the last thought that crossed my mind. While looking into the cold hard stare of my wives horrid apparition. Was that; this day, this day was OUR ANNIVERSARY!

Short Story by:RANJIT SINHA ROY



The sun had already set and daylight was fading fast. The bus reached late by more than an hour and the ferry boat, after waiting for long, had finally left. The river was very wide here and the last few fishing boats were returning to shore. The sky was gray with low monsoon clouds and rain might start any moment. With no more ferry service for the day, the jetty was empty.

Usually the rickety bus would reach well in time. But today there was a tyre puncture and it took nearly half an hour to get it changed. Then few miles after, suddenly without any warning, the engine stopped. The driver requested the passengers to get down and push. After several attempts the engine coughed, grumbled and with much reluctance returned to life. Now at riverside, to avoid a repeat, the driver without stopping the engine reversed and started back. He did not want to take any chance. The bus would return only next morning.

Sujit was one of the passengers to get off. He was a salesman for a company dealing with agricultural implements. He was to go to the town across the river and meet the Development Officer next morning. Now with no ferry or bus service available, he did not know what to do. Few villagers, who got down from the bus, had already walked away. Sujit had never been to this place. He felt stranded and did not know where to take shelter for the night.

There under a large shady tree, was a small teashop. Business for the day being over, the shop owner was preparing to go home before it was dark or started to rain. He locked the shop door and was ready to go. Desperate, Sujit went to him and requested to wait for a minute. The man asked,
“What do you want Sir? Shop is closed. I cannot prepare tea for you. It is getting dark and may start to rain anytime. I must go now.”

Sujit said
“No, no, I do not want tea. See I am new to the place and know nothing of this area. I came by the bus and wanted to go to the town on other side of the river. Now both the last bus and ferry boat have left and I am stranded. Do not know where to go. Can you suggest any hotel or lodge nearby?”

The man laughed at his naivete.
“No Sir, it is a small village and we have no hotel or lodge here. You get them only in towns.”

However, he was considerate. He thought for few moments, then said,
“Sir, I can suggest you one thing. You see the village across the paddy fields? Take the mud road and the first house on left with brick walls and tin roof belongs to one retired schoolteacher. He is an educated person and a very nice man. He will definitely give you shelter for the night. Now can I go Sir?”

“Oh sure. Thank you.”

Sujit walked down the mud road across the field and reached the house with a high boundary wall and a broad wooden door for entrance. The door was closed. It was almost dark by then and raindrops started falling. Sujit knocked on the door and when there was no response banged hard. Someone shouted from inside,
“Wait, wait, I am coming.”
An elderly person opened the door. He looked at Sujit in jeans and T-shirt, with a kit bag in hand. He could make out that the young man was not a local villager. He must be from the city. Suspicious of strangers, he asked,
“Yes, what do you want?”

Sujit explained his helplessness. He wanted some shelter for the night. Early next morning he would leave and take the first ferry service.
Raindrops increased by then. The man asked Sujit to hurry inside. He bolted the door, went to the veranda and switched on the light. He then said a little apologetically,
“Were you knocking at the door for long? I am bit short of hearing. Sit down please.” They sat on two wooden armchairs on the verandah.
The man said,
“My younger son may be a couple of years older than you. Only this afternoon he left for the town and will return by tomorrow evening. It would have been nice if you could meet him. He passed Intermediate. My elder son is a graduate, working in the Revenue Office in town. He stays there with his wife and children and comes here on school vacations. My daughter is the eldest, married and lives in a village about thirty miles from here. My wife is no more. It is now three years since she passed away.” The old man loved to talk. He gave details of his family to a stranger. Simple folk. Then asked,

“How about you, are you married?”

“No, not yet.”

Sujit could see the lighted kitchen door at the other end of the veranda. Someone inside was preparing food. Aroma of cooking floated out.

“Pushpa, Pushpa.” The old man called in the direction of the kitchen. One young woman wiping hands appeared at the door.
“Were you calling me Papa?” She asked.
”Yes, come here for a moment.” The old man said. She came and stood near them.

She was about twenty-five, of medium height with a proportionate figure. With smooth light brown complexion, she had large innocent eyes on an attractive face. A stone set gold bud glittered on left side of the nose. Two plain gold earrings shined over her cheeks. Her long black hair was loosely knotted in a bun over the slender neck. Glancing at Sujit, she wiped her sweat glistening face with the Saree (Indian ladies’wear).

The old man told,
“We have a guest tonight. He is from the city, unfortunately missed both last bus and ferry. He will be here for the night and take the early morning ferry service. Will have dinner with us. Prepare some special dishes for our guest.”

Glancing once again at Sujit the young woman nodded and was about to return to kitchen, when the old man remembered something and added,
“You arrange his bed in my elder son’s room.”
“Yes Papa.” The woman returned to kitchen.

“Pushpa is the wife of my second son. She is tenth pass and from the town. Nice girl, not like other village women. I am lucky to have her as my daughter-in-law.”
The man was silent for a while. Then added,
“Only one sad thing. My son and she are married nearly five years and still no issue. It keeps me worried all the time. My elder son has two daughters. Who will carry the family title?” He sighed deeply.

Rain had stopped by then. Pushpa finished preparing food and came out of kitchen. She went to the hand pump in a corner of the courtyard and washed her hands, feet and face. She filled a bucket and kept it on the veranda. She went to the last room at the end of the veranda and after some time, entered the middle room and closed the door. Few minutes later she came out, changed to a fresh light yellow saree and hair neatly combed and braided. With a large red bindi (dot on forehead), she looked innocent, pious, and pretty.

“Bed is made. Shall I serve dinner now?” She asked the old man.
He said, “Oh, yes. Our guest must be tired and hungry by now.” He looked at Sujit and smiled.

It started to rain again. Raindrops drumming on the tin roof and falling in straight parallel lines, it was a strange experience for Sujit. Just a few hours back, these people were completely unknown to him and now the old man had told all about his family. He not only gave him shelter for the night but also offered dinner and bed. Very simple folk they were. One would not find such people in the city. Those were mostly selfish and suspicious of strangers.

Sujit wanted to wash his hands and feet. He went to the edge of the veranda. Standing near, Pushpa poured water from the bucket and handed him a clean towel. Without looking, Sujit knew that she was watching him.

Meantime, Pushpa swept and mopped a portion of the floor in verandah. She put two carpet mats side by side and placed brass plates and water filled glasses in front. She asked them to sit down for dinner.
(Normal Indian custom of serving dinner in rural areas).

Food was warm, simple and tasty. Sujit praised the preparations, but she only smiled. The old man commented that she was an excellent cook. Blushing she glanced at Sujit.

Dinner over, they sat for sometime in the chairs again. Sujit told about his parents, his brother and sister in the city. His education and job. The old man said his younger son was in grains supply business and doing fairly well. His only worry was that the daughter-in-law had no issue so far. Both husband and wife had been to various places of worship with no result. Three months back, they consulted a Gynecologist in the town. He prescribed medicines and gave some hope. Now everything depended on God’s will.

Pushpa had dinner in the kitchen. Then she arranged things and locked the kitchen door. She entered the middle room, in a row of three on one side of the verandah. Old man explained that the first room was his own and the middle one for the younger son and Pushpa. Last room was for the elder son and his family, whenever they come. Bed for Sujit was arranged in that.

“Papa, it is time for you to go to bed.” She called from her room.
“Yes, yes, I should go now.” He got up, and then told Sujit, “Moreover, you are to get up early to catch the first ferry. It leaves at sunrise. Hope you will be comfortable and sleep well. Good Night.”
He walked to his room and bolted the door.

Sujit also went to the assigned room and shut the door. The bed was neatly prepared with a clean white sheet. He changed to nightdress, switched off the light and went to bed. It was dark, except for a faint nightglow coming through the open window.

He could hear Pushpa bolting her bedroom door. Then everything was quiet, except raindrops beating on the tin roof and frogs croaking in the dark. Somewhere in the distance a dog was barking and a night bird flew from one tree to other.

The place, the bed and raindrops beating on the tin roof, were all new to him and Sujit was not getting sleep. He turned from side to side and thought of the happenings of the day. He thought of Pushpa and felt sad for her. Poor woman.

Sujit almost dozed off, when he heard the faint sound of a door opening. Then he saw the door connecting his and the middle room slowly opening. The adjoining room was Pushpa’s and the door was shut when he came in. Now what could have happened? He saw Pushpa silently walk to his bed. He was surprised. Was it for real?
Then Pushpa bent towards him and whispered,
“Are you asleep?”
“No, not yet. What happened? Is your father-in-law alright?”
“He is alright and sounds asleep. May I sit on the bed?” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“Oh yes, please sit down.” He moved a little away and Pushpa sat on the edge. She smelt of rose, perhaps it was the body powder she used.

Her low voice trembled a little,
“I request you not to mistake me. I heard you and my father-in-law talking. Now you know that even after five years of marriage, I am still childless. We tried all available means, but without any result. My husband likes children very much and he is more worried than anyone else. He constantly thinks about this and gets depressed. If it continues like this for long, I am afraid, something serious may happen. I love my husband more than my own life. I am ready to sacrifice anything for him. I even asked him to remarry, but he is vehemently opposed. We love each other very much.” She paused.

Even in the dark, Sujit knew she was crying silently. He moved nearer and said,
“Your father-in-law told that some Gynecologist has given you some hope.”

“Yes, he also said that I am absolutely normal. Defect lies with my husband. It seems that for certain males, a particularly essential thing for reproduction is extremely low in quantity. My husband is one of them. Fortunately it is not absolutely zero. Chances are there, but one in thousand. Doctor prescribed some medicines and he is taking them regularly. He is perfectly capable otherwise. We do it – you know what – with the hope of my conceiving. Then every month disappointment awaits us and he gets frustrated. I do not know what is in our fate.”

She was silent. So also Sujit. Then almost inaudible, she whispered,
“You can help me.”
“I can help you! How! I am not a doctor!” Surprised Sujit could not make out what she meant.

“You can help me get a child. You know how. Days are passing by. Then a time will come when it will be too late. Everyday I beg to God to find me a way. Now I think He has listened to my prayers. Tonight my husband is away and my body is ready to accept your offer. None has seen you coming. No one will suspect. You are God sent. Please help me, please.” She held his hand.

Sujit was speechless for few seconds, then said,
“You told that you love each other very much. Now will you not be betraying him? Will you not be unfaithful and cheating an innocent person?”
“No, I will not. I request you to save him. I was, I am and I shall ever remain the most faithful wife. My fidelity is beyond question.” She paused,
“It is my body which needs you, not my soul. My heart belongs to my husband only.”
Though Sujit knew that she had no love for him, still the desire for her body was intense and rising rapidly. Hesitant, he asked,
“Your husband may suspect.”
“No, he will not. He tries every night and tomorrow also he will make attempts. If I conceive tonight, he will think that his efforts have finally yielded result. He is a simple man and will never suspect me even in dreams. Now, please do not delay.” She whispered and her lips lightly touched his ear. He felt hot and could not control passion any longer. Forget the mind, he wanted her warm body.

He pulled her close. Eyes closed, lips parted, she tilted her face up and he passionately kissed her full in the mouth. They removed their clothes and embraced each other hard, feverishly kissing and caressing all over. Holding his cheeks in both her palms, Pushpa pushed his head down to her bare breasts. With burning passion, Sujit laid her flat on the bed. Body against body, his chest pressing her firm round breasts and a leg circling her smooth tapering thigh, time ceased to exist. She was soft, shivering and warm under his palm. Eyes shut, lips trembling, moaning and breathing heavily she pulled him over her. Sujit was fully roused by then. Eager and impatient, her body was inviting and she begged him to take her at once.

Sujit was clumsy and fumbling. Sensing his lack of experience, Pushpa guided him through the trembling, pulsating and moist road to paradise. He was like a lion in cage and then, the earth shook; sky went aflame and the world exploded within. Mouths locked, they tried to muffle the last ecstatic cry. And then it was all over. Sweating exhausted and limp, Sujit rolled down to the side.

Rain stopped by then. A dog was barking somewhere in the distance and frogs continued to croak. Pushpa remained flat and motionless on her back. Probably she wanted to fully absorb the precious gift she received tonight, not wanting to waste even a drop of it.

Few minutes later, Sujit put one arm across her breasts and circled her silky smooth thighs with one leg. He tried to pull her nearer, but slowly and gently Pushpa removed his hand and leg from over her.
Surprised, he asked,
“What happened, anything wrong?”

Without answering Pushpa got down from the bed and put on her clothes. She said,
“I am going to my room. Thank you for everything. Now all depend on my luck.” She walked towards the connecting door and then remembering something, came back and stood near the bed. She whispered,
“Tomorrow you must leave early, even before sunrise, when it is still dark and go to the river jetty. And one more thing, it is my personal request --- never again come to this house or try to meet me. Please.” She turned, went to her room and bolted the door shut.

For a long time Sujit remained awake. He felt exploited and cheated and was angry. Then, slowly reason descended on him. He realized her desperate condition and felt compassion. He sincerely wished her efforts tonight would be successful.
Slowly he became calm and rather felt sorry for her. Listening to the continuous croaking of frogs, he fell asleep.

Hours later, when birds started chirping, he woke up with a start. Quickly he changed the dress, took the bag and came out of the room. It was still dark around, only the sky was getting lighter and luckily it was not raining.

He walked to the old man’s door and knocked.
“Who is it?” Old man shouted from his bed.
“It is me. I am leaving now.” Sujit replied.
“Oh, I see. Wait, I am coming.” The old man opened the door, looked around and said, “Why so early? It is still dark.”
“No, today I do not want to take any chance. I must catch the first ferry boat. I would rather wait at the jetty than miss it.”
“Okay, as you wish.” Then he called “Pushpa, Pushpa, get up, our guest is leaving.”
After a minute, Pushpa came out with sleepy eyes and disheveled. She stood away from Sujit and avoided looking at him.
“Go up to the entrance door and close it after he leaves.” The old man told her.
Sujit took the old man’s hands “Thank you very much for everything. I really did not expect so much hospitality. Thanks again.”
“God bless you.” The old man muttered.

They got down from the verandah. The old man stood alone. Sujit walked to the exit door, Pushpa following him. He opened the door and stepped out. Pushpa was about to close the door, when he turned and whispered,
“I understand your position Pushpa. I have no doubt that you are a very devoted and faithful wife. There was no sin in what you did last night. Sure I shall try my best to honor your request. Still, I can never forget you. Thanks for everything and good bye.”
He walked away in the darkness. Pushpa closed the door.

One and half years passed by. Sujit avoided any sales assignment in that area. But now his senior wanted him to go there and he could not refuse.

It was late afternoon when Sujit got down from the bus. Next ferry would be after another two hours. He glanced at the watch. Plenty of time to make a trip to the village. After moments of hesitation he started walking down the mud road, across paddy fields. He must know what happened to Pushpa. He was curious.

In few minutes he was knocking at the entrance door. It was hot and humid and he was sweating. Some male voice responded from inside and then the door opened. A young man, must be Pushpa’s husband, stood holding the door and looked at Sujit. He was tall, well built and pleasantly handsome. Sujit liked him instantly. No wonder Pushpa loved him so much. He felt guilty in his presence.
“Yes! You want something?” He asked with a smile.

Sujit said, “Pardon me. I was passing this way and felt very thirsty. It is so hot. Hope you won’t mind, if I ask for a glass of water.”
“Oh no, not at all. Please come in.” He stepped aside.

Sujit came to the courtyard and there he saw Pushpa. A child on lap, she was sitting on the steps to the verandah. She showed neither surprise nor any recognition, but kept looking at him. Her husband said,
“Pushpa, please get a glass of water for the gentleman. He is thirsty.”
Pushpa got up, came to her husband, asked him to hold the child and went to kitchen.

The child was chubby and very cute. With large eyes he was staring at Sujit.
“Your son?” Sujit asked. “How old is he?”
“Yes, my son.” The young man sounded proud. “He is about nine months.”
Sujit looked around. “Is there no one else, say your parents?”
“No, my mother died two years after our marriage and father passed away just three months back. He loved his grandson very much.”
The child was still staring at Sujit.
“You have a lovely boy” Sujit extended hands and readily the child came to him. He was not afraid of the stranger.

Sujit did not know what came to him. His whole being became cool and quiet and a peculiar calm descended on him. He pressed the baby lightly to his chest and felt nothing could be more desirable than this. He closed his eyes for few seconds and when opened, saw Pushpa standing beside her husband and watching him with a glass of water in hand.

Sujit carefully held the child with one arm took the glass and drank it full. The young man asked if he would like to have some more water. Though he did not need any, Sujit said,
“Yes, one more glass please.”
He wanted to hold the child longer. Pushpa went back to kitchen and returned with a jug of water. She avoided looking at him directly.

After some time, though he wished to stay longer, Sujit felt it proper to go then. After one more hug, he extended the child to Pushpa. But the child would not go and clung to him. Smiling, Pushpa’s husband remarked,
“He likes you very much.”
He told the child,
“Do you want to go with uncle? Then go, Ta-Ta. Bye.”
He laughed. But Pushpa did not, as though she believed the child might really go along with Sujit. She almost forcibly took the child away from his arms and he started to cry. Pushpa wiped his tears and tried to console him.

Sujit was watching. Several times their eyes met, but her face remained expressionless. Few minutes later Sujit said,
“I shall make a move now. May miss the ferry otherwise.” He softly pinched cheeks of the child in Pushpa’s arms and said,
“Ta – Ta, Bye.”

He started walking towards the exit door. The young man came along with. Sujit heard the child crying. The boy wanted to come to him.

At the door, just before going out, he turned to have a last look at Pushpa and the child. Pushpa held the right arm of the child up and waved at him. She was telling the child,
“Ask uncle to come again. He must not forget you.”
Smiling she was looking at Sujit. But did her eyes look sad? He was not very sure.

Sujit waved back, smiled and said,
“No, I shall not forget you. Never.”

He thanked, shook hands with the young man and stepped out.

Short Story by RANJIT SINHA ROY

Like every time, that night also Prapti came to the station early. Her train was at ten O’clock. Full one hour to wait. But Prapti preferred to be in the station.

Prapti was from Srikantpur, a small town. For past two years she was in the Metro City with a comfortable job. She stayed in a decent workingwomen's hostel. Her mother stayed all alone at Srikantpur.

Once every alternate month, Prapti would go home. This month there were three clear holidays, including a Sunday and it was a great opportunity.

After settling down in an empty bench, Prapti took out a magazine and flipped through the pages.

Soon she was absorbed in a story when she had the uncanny feeling of someone watching her. She looked around and saw the young man, watching her from behind a column. He turned away the moment their eyes met. For a pretty young girl, these were expected hazards of life. Prapti concentrated in the story. After few minutes, out of curiosity, she looked up and he was not there. Looking around she saw him standing near the bookstall and watching her. Prapti was irritated. Then from the corner of her eyes, she saw him slowly walking towards her. When right in front, Prapti looked up frowning and gave him such a stern look that he hurriedly moved away.

This young man was tall and handsome, wearing denim trousers, sneakers and a dark leather jacket. With glasses on, he looked more like a junior corporate executive. Of course, looks could be deceptive.

He moved over to the other end of the platform, where the lights were less and continued watching her and two other girls sitting in the opposite bench. Pervert!

Then he slowly walked towards those girls, paused in front of them for few seconds and moved away. The girls were seriously discussing something and did not even notice.

Suddenly it flashed through her mind. Was he also traveling by the same train and in the same compartment? She remembered to have read in newspaper recently that police was looking for a man attacking lonely young girls. Prapti was almost sure that he was the same person, now selecting victims for the night. She thought of calling police, then decided against. She was not absolutely sure of her assumption and had no desire to get involved in a police case.

By then the platform was getting crowded. The young man stood near the tea stall and watched all young girls coming. He finished drinking tea and then walked towards her. He stopped a little away behind a column watching her. Sure he had already decided on his victim for the night. Prapti was now genuinely scared. She shivered and covered herself with the shawl.

The train would reach Srikantpur at three thirty in the morning. Only a few passengers to get down and the station would be lonely in a short time. Being a girl from the town, some of the auto drivers knew her well and they were reliable. No problem if any of them was available. That was of course if this man also got down at Srikantpur. Hope he would not.

The train was put in the platform. Prapti got in and sat down in her pre-reserved berth. She felt relieved. But it was only short lived. He came in, put his shoulder bag down and settled in the berth opposite. Prapti could not tell whether it was a coincidence or by design. She was visibly pale and did not know what to do. The young man was watching her with a faint smile.

When TTE came examining tickets, Prapti asked if it would be possible to change her berth. He checked the passenger list and said all were occupied and no change was possible.

Prapti felt helpless and then asked him to wake her up before the train reaches Srikantpur. Immediately Prapti noticed an amused smile on the young man’s face. She realized the mistake committed. She should not have told her destination in his presence. Now Prapti was sure, he would also get down at Srikantpur and fulfil his lust for the night. Prapti decided to alight as soon as the train would stop at Srikantpur and run to Vehicles Park. She hoped some known driver would be present. It was only ten minutes drive to her house. She would escape from the clutches of this maniac.

The train started to move. Prapti lied down and fully covered herself with the shawl, as though it was a protection. Few minutes later, the young man switched off the lights and lied down. In the dim blue night light Prapti could see him watching her. She turned to other side facing the partition and tried to brush off all apprehensions from her mind.

The train sped through the dark night. All passengers except they two were fast asleep.

After few minutes she turned and slightly opening the eyes saw him lying flat with one arm over the forehead. Perhaps sensing that Prapti was watching, he turned his head and looked at her with a cunning smile. She was really afraid now. Even in the cold night she was sweating.

Some horrible thoughts came to her mind. Suppose he pressed a chloroform soaked kerchief on her nose and enjoy her. Or say, if he was a mad killer, gag and slit her throat open with a sharp knife. No one would know. Other passengers would see her blood soaked lifeless body only in the morning. She shivered at the thought.

Then she heard him getting up. He stood between the berths, looking at her in dim light. Prapti waited with baited breath. Something terrible would happen now. Prapti braced herself for the attack.

But no such thing happened. Few seconds after, he went down the aisle, perhaps to toilet. Later, he returned, glanced at her once again and lied down flat.

One thing was confusing. He was handsome, looked fairly educated and should be from a decent family. How could he be a horrible molester or maniac killer? Then why was he after her? Following her everywhere, smiling meaninglessly and watching her in the darkness. Rogue number one!

Despite trying to remain awake and alert, she fell asleep and woke up with a start when TTE called her announcing the train was approaching Srikantpur.

Quickly she got up, took the bag and went to the exit door. The young man also followed. She looked at her wristwatch; it was exactly three thirty and pitch dark outside. The train slowed down and then ground to halt. Immediately Prapti jumped down, rushed out and was relieved to find one known driver at the Auto Park. She got in and asked him to rush. She could see the young man coming out of the station. She felt safe.

Prapti reached home and was opening the gate when another auto came and stopped in front of the house. To her horror she saw the same young man getting down. Hurriedly, she closed the gate, ran to the entrance door, started banging and shouted

"Mummy, Mummy, Open the door. Quick."

She looked back and saw the man slowly opening the gate. She was horrified. Now the auto driver had also left and there was no one around. Leisurely, the young man closed the gate, put the latch, and walked down the garden path with a faint smile. He was in no hurry. Prapti looked wide-eyed. Now she was sure that the man was a hardened criminal. He would come up the steps, gag and drag her behind some bush and then…. She could not think further and again banged the door shouting "Mummy, Mummy."

Lights were now switched on in the front room and mother called, "Is it Prapti? Wait, wait, I am opening the door."

Moment the door was opened Prapti ran in and stood behind mother clutching her shoulders.

"Namaste, Auntie." The young man was standing at the lighted door smiling.

Mother also smiled and said "Namaste, Akash. Come in, don’t stand in the cold?"

He came in, put the bag down and touched her feet.

Mother admiringly looked at him and said, "You have become very tall and handsome Akash." He smiled shyly.

Mother said, "So you two have already met." She turned to Prapti standing behind.

"No, we have not met yet." she stammered, still staring at him.

Akash smiled, "Yes, we traveled together, but have not formally met."

Mother said, "Okay, then let me do the introduction. Prapti, do you remember Sumitra aunty? They were in this town. Sumitra is a great friend of mine. Though many years’ back they moved over to Indore, we still have contact. Do you not remember Akash? You were in the same school. He in fifth class and you in third when they left. He completed MBA this year and got appointed with Centurion Finance, in your city only. He wanted to utilise these three days holiday visiting us. He very much wanted to meet you and also see his childhood town.

Prapti was sullen. "Why did you not inform me before?"

Mother said, "He telephoned me only last evening, informing that he was travelling by the night train. I told him that you may also come by the same train and I tried for you in the hostel. They said that you had already left for the station. What could I do? Anyway now you remember Akash. No!"

Prapti faintly remembered the short, chubby boy in fifth class. Students used to tease him. How much he had changed. With a broad smile she said "Motu!"

Everyone including Akash laughed. Mother laughingly said, " Prapti you should not talk like that. Now it is quite late. Both of you must be very tired. Prapti, you go to your room. I have arranged the guestroom for him. Come, Akash.I shall show you." Like a very obedient boy he followed mother.

Prapti called from behind, "Motu. Go and sleep well." This time mother did not tell anything. She only smiled.

Next morning they woke up late and now sitting opposite each other in the dining table. Mother was in kitchen and asked them to wait a few minutes, breakfast was getting ready. Silently they sat.

Few minutes later, Prapti asked "Why did you not introduce yourself last night?"

Akash said, "My God! You know, twice I attempted. But each time you glared at me so hard that I did not dare to approach." He smiled and continued, "I started observing each and every young girl coming to the platform, particularly those who were un-accompanied. But could not be sure. Then deciding that you must be the prettiest girl in station I came and stood near you. Prapti, I think I was right. You were the prettiest girl in the station last night."

Prapti blushed pink and looked down. Silently she drew invisible patterns with her finger on the table.

After some pause, Akash asked "Prapti, what did you think of me last night?"

Prapti was silent for few moments, and then looking straight into his eyes started laughing. Akash was apprehensive. He did not know what was coming. "I thought you were a very evil person, running after young girls, capable of doing anything. I was really scared of you."

"And now? What do you think of me now?" Akash was curious to know.

Prapti got up "I shall go to kitchen and help mother prepare breakfast" She had mischief in her eyes.

"No, no, you tell me first." Akash insisted.

Laughingly she sat down.

"Okay, okay. Now I think… I think you are a real Motu." She blushed, and then glanced at him with twinkling eyes.

For few moments they silently looked at each other and then started laughing together.

Mother came in and put the breakfast tray on table. Lovingly she looked at them. They did not know what thoughts crossed her mind.