Barrister Babu— 21st Century Version (Chapter 10)

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A Random Oneshot On AniDita

::SHE CALLED THAT LOVE::
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           Ten years ago, Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury was twelve years old and thought she knew everything about love. She thought she loved her Pati Babu because he was all she thought about, lying awake at night. She would think about him day and night. Her heart would beat faster and her cheeks would redden at the sight of her Pati Babu and she called that love.

           Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury was twelve when she thought she lost her sansaar; her Pati Babu. She thought she lost his love; his support, the day he married chhoti patni. Her heart whined, screamed and craved for his companionship and she called that love.

           Numerous times, Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury had witnessed her Rakshak Babu; her Bhagwaan, go through great pains for her; get hurt for her. She witnessed him breaking himself to build her. She experienced him fighting constantly with his inner demons, to help her emerge victorious in life, fulfilling their dreams. She felt her world crumble and heart break into a million tiny pieces when she saw him hurt and she called that love.

           In a dark twist of fate, Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury was put asunder from her Bhagwaan; her sansaar, for eight years. Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach and she heard a deep roaring in her ears that almost brought her to her knees as she watched him go, away; far away from her. That moment that lasted an eternity killed her from inside and she called that love.

           Away from her Sakha Babu, Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury missed him so much, that it hurt. He would float in the periphery of her mind’s vision when the smell of coffee; or fresh paper; or ink, would touch her senses. His face, adorned with that proud smile, lips mouthing ‘Shabaash Bondita’ and their dream of an empowered nation with empowered women would be on her mind, becoming her driving force, as she worked hard, all day long and even at night. She missed him but she knew his essence, his blessings, his silent support was there with her, and she called that love.

           Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury was nearly twenty years old, when the smell of her distressed and manacled, and yet gloriously sacred motherland’s soil invaded her senses after eight excruciating years. The first person she wanted to lay her eyes on, was her Shikshak Babu; her Sakha Babu. She wanted to run up to him, throw her arms around him and whisper that they did it. Their dream was fulfilled and now the real work; the first steps towards empowerment were ready to be taken. Her eyes yearned to see him; her ears longed to hear his voice which was music to her ears and her heart ached to feel his presence beside her and she called that love.

           Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury felt giddy at the first glimpse of Barrister Babu; her Sakha Babu after an eternity. A small yet intrinsic piece slid back seamlessly into place in her heart as her eyes adored his form, and the world suddenly seemed a better place. She felt so whole once again. Her heart swooning, she marvelled at his changed appearance and she called that love.

           The beautifully fragile heart of Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury had toughened over the years, polished by all the bumpy rough patches of her difficult life. But not enough for this; not enough to behold the sight of a changed Anirudh Roy Chowdhury. It was him of course; the core essence still remained same. But what was it, that made him bear a weapon? What caused the ardent follower of Mahatma Gandhi resort to violence? She would find it out, for sure. But that did not make her heart constrict any less painfully or her eyes sting with tears any less, when he so mercilessly renounced her; and yet, she called that love.

           Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury was nearly twenty when love brought her, and her Sakha Babu back to life. When Sakha Babu’s beaming face broke out into tears and confessed the depth of his love for her, her heart started beating again. When he admitted his undying devotion for her, goosebumps erupted across her skin and utter exhilaration coursed through every fibre of her being. Hand in hand, as they sprinted away from hatred, into a deep abyss filled with love and bliss, she felt it was the right thing to do at the moment. In his comforting arms, she felt home and she called that love.

           Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury watched, as everyone who had been entrapped in a web of hatred previously, came back onto the path of love and hailed her Sakha Babu and her, as their saviours. She felt her heart warm, as her own people, her own families swarmed around them, and showered praises and thanks. She was the happiest person on earth when it was decided that her Sakha Babu would become her Pati Babu soon, after all. His hand reached out to touch hers, and she smiled at him. It was a moment of togetherness and merriment. Now, they had all the time in the world to be together and she called that love.

           Her breath hitched and her heart beat faster as she felt his warm breath on her neck and his proximity to her. The shock of warmth that travelled straight to her heart, whenever she felt his closeness, was undeniable. Together as they danced, his sparkling eyes spoke volumes and she reckoned hers did too. She hoped her actions were enough to express her devotion for him, because words were surely incapable of it. Actions would perhaps do a better job at expressing. He twirled her around, pulling her closer and she felt giddy and light-hearted all over again and she called that love.

           Soon, Bondita Das really became Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury in all true senses, acquiring the identity; the name, she so much cherished. As she was carried on the wedding paalki, the pleasing reverberations of dhaak and dhol increasing her heart rate tenfold, she thought that today, she knew everything about love. Circumambulating seven times around the holy fire, uttering the most unique vows spoken ever, she felt blissful fulfilment. When she married him, she promised to never leave him, and stand beside him through thick and thin; though she need not do that, because that was already an unspoken promise made long ago. That day, her other half united with her, and she called that love.

           Three years later, when Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury gave birth to twins, she was all at once terrified and overwhelmed and exhausted. Yet, with her Pati Babu by her side, she felt invincible. When she held their children in her arms for the first time, she cried tears of joy and she called that love.

           Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury was the kraanti ki mashaal of Anirudh Roy Chowdhury and she proved it. They had started with baby steps and now a massive step towards women emancipation was taken. When the property rights of women were added to the latest law by the government and finally passed, after two long years of hassle, and the combined efforts of the Badlaav partners, Bondita fell to the ground, kneeling on her knees, her Pati Babu right beside her. They shed relentless tears of utter contentment and joy, clutching onto each other as though their life depended on it, and she called that love.

           Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury had heard all her life, that in the final moments of a person’s life, all they see, is snippets of their own entire life, flashing in the mind’s eye. But all she wanted to see, and all she saw, was her Pati Babu, her sansaar, her Bhagwaan, her everything. Seventy three years later, she was ninety three years old, and on her deathbed. Her hand was where it belonged: enclosed in her Pati Babu’s hand. They looked at each other, their eyes locking, knowing death was near. The sun crept slowly through the window, its light a pale orange and while dawn broke outside, this was dusk; this was the end. Not the end of their love for each other; that was endless and timeless. But the end of this lifetime.

           Many many years ago, Bondita Anirudh Roy Chowdhury had known nothing about love. Today, her life was all about love.

           Many many years later, in a moment of perfect tranquility, she felt that each breath she took, each beat of her heart, came from the man lying beside her, also in the final moments of his life, just like her. The changes they had brought about in the society; the trials and tribulations they had gone through; the fire of revolution and change they had awakened within countless others, were all done together. She thought there was no better way to express their love for each other than to emerge victorious in fulfilling their dreams.

           With each breath they took, their hearts sank a little more. Who knew when they would meet again? Who knew, how long it would be, before they could love each other once again?

           But that did not matter. Because Bondita knew, that in their final moments, all they wanted, was to be beside each other; cherish each other a little more, for as long as they could, and she called that love.

           Their hands entwined together, they took a deep breath, their eyes slowly drooping closed. That breath, was the last breath they ever took. Sobs echoed across the entire room, as their families and children lamented and wept for the loss of two of their dearest souls that exuded love, and only love.

           They fulfilled the promise to stay together forever, and I call this love.

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