Saturday, 30 September 2023

'RAIN' A SHORT STORY WRITTEN BY Y.K.SANDHYASHARMA TRANSLATED TO ENGLISH BY DR RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA

 

 

 

 

               

 

                                                                 

           

                        RAIN 

AUTHOR :Smt SANDHYA SHARMA.

On mud ground     pacha pacha noise of hawai footwears.Then only  it had rained. Since morning  there  small jiti jiti rain  was pouring. On seing rain Smitha had  anger many times   and cursed. Seing thrugh  thath poor rain. ‘I don’t know why rain pours in Bengaluru.why it pours  for what reason.Better if it were to rain in some village’. Grumbling like this, entering bed room, standing in front of mirror observed from toe to head.s She had decorated well  standing in front of mirrorr more than half an hour neatly.

 

Today in her maternal uncle’s house there was function of  naming ceremony of his grandson.Since three days only  she had disturbed mind of  Chandana. Composing minute  to minute program of function,,I am ready ‘she told loudly. Chandan who was studying  news paper in hall told’Is it enough if you become ready.This rain  will it leave to go outside? Telling like this he spoke coolly without rising head.

 

Smitha’s anger exploded suddenly.s First of all you are not interested in cming,along with that, it is like spreading bed to lazy fellow,false reason(nepa) of this rain. If it were your friends or relatives on your side, you would have run dancing.If my relatives means, negligence to you’lke this got angry with swollen face.

 

‘Spoiling rain, thu shani !’ like this mindfully giving curse to rain,seing this style chandan-‘thei has happened very good,don’t make rain so cheap to come to our necessity,our rainraya.....without rain is there earth? New creation which he brings,wonder’s value do you know?Without his grace where  re  myself and you? The joy and moderateness(hada)  which he brings  this life material world.Life,beauty,.....this is also a part of nture.Rain should be welcomed and not  be blamed’- seriously started to give lecture.

 

‘what is this,suddenly you are talking like a poet....o my god!... what ever you tell , for the time being situation, this rain is my enemy’like this thundered.

 

With little consoled tone-‘wait let us see,may stop’ telling like this turned page.

 As though due to wishes of his mouth,outside sound of rain came down a little. Smitha with joy rising up,from outside  due to loud calling bell ring, happened simultaneously.’who?’like this in unconsoled tone  rushed towards front door.With grumbling she opened door.In front door step unknown person wet in rain!

 

‘whom do you want?’ suddenly her eye brows  got welded(joined) not sales men,is like rural  gamara....might have come to ask monetary help.....did not know... rdinary  pance(dhothi), spoiled colour grey colour shirt, dense hairs un combed,,around thirty, showd  all  teeth opening mouth.’they....’

 

‘who?!” her tone was rough. Face knotted.’which is this  peede(trouble) in early morning........begger?’ thinking like this, saw his face only staring.

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‘Chandappa,is there’

‘’who....This is like voice of shankara?!’ telling like this ,chandan who came outside,standing on step outside, seing childhood friend shankara  with unbound joy’o shankru....come come....’telling like this ,without giving him chance  even to  remove chappals,bringing him directly to hall, and made to sit him on sofa  spread with white cover.ss on seing mud steps on pure white tiles of   veranda  Smitha became  irritated.s In rathna carpet of  of hall also  one two steps had appeared.Shankara’s eyes which followd  her red eye vision,  becoming small due to hesitation,,leave chandappa,mud has sticked to chappals,,will leave outside and come’sstelling like this,.rising up,detaching footwears  outside door,rubbing well leg to footwear,bending  came and sat on sofa.Still her vision was on  dirty legs with  with his cracked heals only.

 

 On seing  village friend chandana’s face blossomed.’shankru how are you maharaya....in village are your father and mother well....how many children to  your  elder brother Seenanna...how are rains crops’ asked questions on questions. When chandan told rain  suddenly  to smitha  memory of rain came.passing vision out of window ‘ri,rain has stopped’told with celebration.

 

Chandan ,relaxedly chatting with  friend-smitha bye the bye  he is my childhood friend  shankru. While there was transfer to my father  i used to be with my grand mother in village....then we wre not leaving  each other at all.that much jigri dosth(close friend) he is.like this remembering his childhood days,,immeadetely-‘Smitha prepare one cup of  strong  coffee and bring....rarely friend has come...’telling like this ,turning towards him’what more news?’ with mood  started to chat with him.

 

Smitha’s face became pot. Joy of stopping of rains had disappeared.,keeping long steps towards kitchen,,on coffee powder which had filtered already once, poured some more water to filter, put on switch. To second time filtered water and decoction  mixing milk,pouring to big cup, brought and kept in front of Shankara.

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Shankru  without talking any words of hesitation,lifted up cup and drank gata gata at once....like this only half an hour passed. When there was no indication of his movement ,smitha ,passing in front of her husband  two three times.looking at clock wall,attracted his attention.s Rain had stopped completely. Though he understood her upset(disturbance)  Chandan changed  side on sofa helplessly.Bur Shankru was chatting  with relaxed mood.

 

When Chandan was in high  first year only, his father got transferred to Bengaluru. Chandan who was studying in  his grand father’s house   was brought and admitted to  a school in town.Since then their friend had cut.In later days chandan  completing his degree ,even studying further  joined a job. But Shankru  did not reach even upto tenth standard also.s Cultivating in his father’s  land fully indulged in  agricultural work completely. That only became his life..labouring with much interest and sincerity ,research abot new methods  and models of agriculture,departmental tour, studies was wandering to different places. Therefore their visit was very rare now and then.sEspecially after death of  his grandparents  he had left to go to village only. But still he did not  forgot to send his marriage invitation  card.But he did not come to shankru’s marriage.......After passing of one year now he has come....!

 

 Though chandan was happy on seing him,,at that moment he was unwanted guest. He chatted with him for  one hour.’when did you come from village,have you finished tiffin ‘he told like this missing  words(mouth).to that shankru ‘no....daily i will have one or other work. Fot that I did not come to your marriage also. Thinking that you will be in house as it is Sunday ,rising up early morning  came here directly’he told.

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Smitha was as though her heart  had broken!....seing no other path ,chandan in low tone –Smitha ,I am also hungry,there may be delay in going there. Prepare some tifin’ like this ordered.

 

Smitha walked to kitchen  with unaccepted mind. Keeping banale on oven(stove),,frying soji(rave),preparing upama(uppittu) carried and kept in front of person who was there sitting outside.

 

‘to whole leg mud has sticked. I will wash hand and legs.,where is bath room(water room) chandappa?’ when he told  chandan showd  bath room  silently. From  hall to bath room  mud steps rangoli!....fron inside noise of pouring of water. From doorstepless(hosthiluless) bath room  outside one thambige(vessel) of water  flowd towards passage.On seing this Smitha’s anger rised up.

 

Tifin completed. Even lunch hour was also approaching. Smitha taking oath to not to enter kitchen ,closed room doors  and slept.

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‘I did not come to  your marriage..... was meala in marriage gran?,right,what is special today in your house?..... like this shankru asked directly only. Chandan was afraid. Slowly recovering – there is nothing special today,... Still I ask to prepare  rice,rasam,palya’told with hesitation only. In face of Shankara a small smile appeared.slowly rising up  those are not needed,leave chandappa ....now I have also got some job in market....’ telling like this  when laughed,chandana was confirmed. He has got some shortage of money. So he has come to ask money.

 

‘right chandappa,I was not able to come to your marriage,don’t get bored......’telling like this ,lifting his  dhothi(panche) above,putting hand to inner pocket, removed a small paper packet out,keeping in his hand-‘ I will come...tell to your wife also...’like this crossing front door  opened gate. At that time only ,opening pocket given by him  with fear-‘what is this shankru,what are all these?’ while asking like this shyness  had oozed(emitted).In  that  paper pocket in his hand  shining golden chain!!.... village friend’s  unconditional love-looking rain of  innermind  had  wondered!!!

 

‘Nothing keep chandappa...a small gift to your marriage that is all’.on listening  affection  filled words of Shankru  he had really become dumb.On hearing sound of opening of  outer door,Smitha who suddenly came out from room,on seing  departure of shankru sighed.... In her face shining rainbow!!..

 

‘it is already time for meals...take meals and go  shankru’told chandan in low voice.

‘It is all right leave chandappa,I have no time now.....’like this turning back faned hands.on seing smitha  who came near door- i will come...coffee uppittu was very nive....’telling like this  crossed gate.With astonishment  who stood with shyness became small.Smitha was wondered  by seing  shining chain in hand of her husband!....

 

From sky  drops were withering down again it started to rain forcefully.

 

AUTHOR:Y.K.SANDHYASHARMA

TRANSLATED BY DR.RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA

30.9.2023

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