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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