Tears and Whistles – Life is not ‘Roses Roses all the way……’

“Kuch be-wafaiyan bhee zarrori hain Ishque men,
Varna Khuda Gavah hai main be-wafa naheen.”

One of my superiors had just returned from court after he finalized the court formalities of the divorce process. On the other side of the break-up was a beautiful lady who had rebelled against her parents and married this smart man. Both had been closer to me all through the pink stream sail and the river of fire. Being a fiduciary subordinate, as a principle, I had never played gooseberry between them. Their last day of togetherness was another story. He called me in his cozy cubicle.

‘Get me some drink. I’m fancy-free now….’
‘Relax Sir……’ I got him a demitasse of Turkish Coffee from the Company Cafeteria and decided to keep silent until he broke the ice.
He took a long to finish his bitter coffee.

‘What next Sir……..?’
‘It is already 2.30 now, Book two tickets for REGAL. They are playing ‘Posidon’s Adventure, ’ and come with me.’

It was a great movie and after the show, he dropped me at my PG accommodation at Bandra. We both were silent all the way.

‘I’ll pick you at 9 and we will dine at ‘Khyber.’ Come prepared with something better to talk about.’

I was never a psychologist or a psychiatrist albeit a writer known for sensitive essays.

Both had to say a lot of things, to give an excuse for the break-up, and most of them were not real. The real excuse was FIDELITY and their previous relationships. In the storm of lover’s passion they never discussed it.

At home, I opened the window overlooking the Band Stand, took the only chair I had, and sat straight. In the intervening space of time, I tried to put myself in his place and anticipated what I would love to hear at that critical juncture.

I knew it was a Challenging task to say the right words to someone going through hards times. However, everyone knows that divorce is a welcome end to a marriage that isn’t working. But for some, it can be the most devastating experience they’ll ever go through. The break-ups cause immense grief reactions in form of fear, insecurity, confusion, and pain. Divorce destroys the hopes and dreams of a beautiful life; it is an end of a fascinating world.

But you can’t rewrite the past; you can’t change it. You’ve to move forward and not backward.

I knew that lady when she was a girl. She has had several admirable traits apart from her cascading auburn hair, aquiline nose, well-defined lips, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. She was the product of St. Angnus Christ Church College and fluent in English dialogue. In my wildest dream, I’d never thought that a day will come when the beautiful couple would change the tracks.
Last but not least, I knew we would meet again and I can’t pass an irresponsible remark just to soften the rough contours of my superior. This lady had always been kind to me.

We arrived Kala Ghoda. Once inside the eatery, he asked me to place the order as the steward of Khyber was waiting for that.
My superior was not that tense but still under strain.
So, I began with – “I know Sir, it’s hard on you now, but you won’t always feel this way. In a few weeks, you will hopefully start to feel better. Believe me, I’m sorry that things ended for you two at an unforeseen strange turn. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No….”

“Fine, that means you had already overcome the most excruciating knoll in the road. Let’s eat and talk like old times. Recall when things were simpler in life. You had a scooter and Bombay was not as crowded and noisy as it’s now. You liked the ‘Vithal’s Bel Poori,’ “Sarwi’s Kebabs’ and ‘GhasitaRam’s Qulfi?’ You would often ask me to come to Cricket Stadium by sea.
He smiled.

There were long breaks of silences and closing of eyes. I was patiently and curiously watching the changing hues of his face, his body language, and the smoke circles that he was billowing.
At last, we finished the dinner leaving a lot in plates and bowls.

I told him I was also tired and needed some rest.
“Sir, in the end, everything’s going to be okay. there’s always a silver lining to every dark cloud. A break-up often opens the door for something new or better to come along.

I don’t know if he was in a better state of mind but he was closing his eyes quite often.

Normally, he would drive the car himself. That day was an exception when he had asked me to drive home.

It was the end of a story; it was an opening of a new chapter. It is life.

Naim Naqvi

Naim Naqvi

Did his graduation in Science discipline from AMU in 1972-73. He was Secretary of University Ali Society in 1970 and M.M. Hall Literary Society in early 70 's and member of Tayyabji Literary Society. Did his Diploma in Bakery Administration from HTT College Oxford Street London in 1987. Worked with National Herald - Delhi, Blitz - Bombay as Trainee Journalist and in Production Department with 'Naya Sansar Pictures' of Khwaja Ahmed Abbas at Bombay in early 70's. Traveled for study and training purposes to Germany, U.K., Switzerland, France, Dubai, Oman, AbuDhabi, Bahrain and Philepines.

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