The Other Side Of The Coin
“Heads, we get married; tails,we break up”- she muttered to herself
as she resorted to the silvery round object to take the decision for her.
She waited a moment, had a look on the dripping blood through the tube,
smiled feebly and flipped the coin up in the air.
Sunlight
pierced her eyes while she tried to open it softly. A hazy table with two
glucose bottles and few medicines on it; as she immediately turned her
head towards her right.. Rimli closed her eyes again and felt better. She
is too weak to keep her eyes open. Faintly she could understand her
mother’s voice talking to somebody unknown. "Oh God!! Is Ma crying? What
are they talking about? How long I was senseless? When I came to
hospital? Which Hospital is it?” All the questions which flocked
together in her mind stampeded as her mother’s whimpering -sound came
closer and that unknown heavy male voice said- “Control yourself Mrs.
Mitra. Rimli would begetting back her senses anytime and trust me it’s
very very early stage of ‘Leukaemia’and look at her age; she is young. I
bet she can fight off.”…… Mother’s tears-unruly!!
“Leukaemia??
Did he really pronounce ‘Leukaemia’or do we have nightmares even when we
are senseless??” - As if she at this moment is having no other crunch
than this word- ‘Leukaemia’ which suddenly smacked her whole world into
obsolete morsels. “Have I really got my senses back?”- Rimli tried to
open her eyes again to get the proof. Mother standing in front of her.
“Hey how r you feeling now?”- Mrs. Mitra managed to utter.“Absolutely
fine, Maa!”- Rimli with a grin. Mother smiled back and a
long mother-daughter conversation followed. “The visiting hour is over; I
have to go now dear. Will meet in the afternoon. Want me to get anything
for you?”-Mrs.Mitra pulled her purse and hurried towards the corridor.
“Just my phone, some books and my purse, Maa”- Rimli tried to wave her
hand steadily to her mother.
Tunir- a guy whom Rimli knows since
she was 20. They were college besties- an extension of each other by now.
It’s been 9 long years to this symbiotic relationship and when they pull
in to the fact that loving and knowing each other couldn’t be more, the
decision of ‘tying knot’ was axiomatic. It’s just one month left to ‘The
Day’. It’s just one month left for them to get married and it’s one whole day
of combat which Rimli faced with herself in this one day in hospital-“
to get married or not to?” Life seems so futile without Tunir. How would
she manage without “the name” which has blended thoroughly with each
drop of her blood? Instantly she votes for the marriage and almost
immediately in the next moment her perplexed eyes chance upon the channel
on her hand through which she is receiving blood into her body. She
realized she is left with no alternative when that each drop of her
‘baneful’ blood would abjure ‘the name’ from her life slowly and
she changes her mind saying to herself-“I can’t do this to him. I can’t
finish his life by marrying him.”And the battle continues
between No-i-can’t-live-without-him and
No-i-can’t-leave-him-alone-and-go.
“Thank you, Maa. It seems
ages I have not used my cell phone.” She promptly checked the missed call
list.7 new missed calls but none from Tunir. “Huh, busy man” she sighed.
It’s been a week she is not hearing from Tunir .He’s busy with his new
project. “Ok bye Maa, see you soon tomorrow.”Both waved hand to each
other and Rimli lied down, again bewildered. Astraddle, she decided to
toss.
It’s head. All the three times. Anxious and baffled face is
all blush-and-smile now.Relieved, Rimli leaned over the pillow on the
tilted bed and complacently checked her mobile phone. An e-mail on gtalk
caught her eyes. She runs through.“Hii, what’s up Rim?? Sorry, was tied
up in work last few weeks. Fever ok now?? Rim, it’s been a month I wanted
to tell you something and you know more that it’s no-go to keep back
from you. I know you will be feeling horrible of me but then as you know
I have none to bank upon but you and I knew no better way to convey than
to mail you...Rim, I think I have fallen for Esha.... I know it’s
obtuse just a month before marriage but ...”
Remaining text- blurred..!!
She is
sitting inert, immobile- coiled up in one corner of the bed putting her
head on her knees. The white-face gazing vacantly on “Ashok Stambh” of
the coin as if there is no end to it.
But “Head” it was....!!
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