To Quill the Mocking World
By Sayantani Saha
It was Indrani who popped the question to Mia on SU’s behalf. Since then, it has been a long journey for her. Whether it was convincing Mia about starting her life afresh with SU or removing the mental blockages of her immediate family, Indrani was managing all single-handedly. Like always she came out winning and again proved the saying “where there is a will, there is a way”.
Finally the D-day has arrived; the day she longed for since she started looking at life in a way, very different from most of us. She put her heart and soul to make this day as grand and special as possible for Mia. Starting from teaming up the red Banarasi saree with Mia’s favorite P.C.Chandra jewellery, to finalizing on the city’s best wedding hall, caterer, decorators, shehnaiwala and bridal makeup artist, she was all knee-deep in the arrangements. After all it was Mia’s wedding; Mia, the apple of her eye. Mia, whose determination, love and silent sacrifices paved the way towards Indrani carving her own niche. Indrani is a successful girl today- a scientist, a passionate writer and an occasional designer. Every facet of her speaks volumes about Mia’s contributions.
The wedding hall was flooded with dazzling lights and beautiful flower decorations. The sublime sounds of shehnai sanctified the occasion as well as the hearts of people gathered for the auspicious occasion. The dining area was ready to cater for the most delicious food. The most coveted ice-cream corner was gearing up to satisfy the crowd’s sweet tooth. The mandap at the rooftop had its eyes on witnessing a holy union and giving a name to the match made in heaven. The aroma of happiness and blessings was everywhere.
As Indrani was walking towards the dressing room to bring “the woman of the hour” to the mandap, her poem for Mia, scribbled during her schooldays, was ringing in her mind:
There was no place to live called hut
But there was your love-filled heart
There were no clothes to wear
But you had your warmth to share
There were no luxuries to enjoy
But your love gave me joy
There was no god for me
There was just you who stood by me.
“Ma, it’s time”, said Indrani, as she entered the room, that was testimony to Mia’s dilemma and other mixed feelings. Mia, as she was lovingly called by her daughter Indrani since her childhood, was looking as beautiful as any other young bride. She has aged gracefully over the years. Her heart stood still as Indrani’s arrival made her realize that the moment has come. She walked towards her beloved daughter, the light of her life, and kissed her forehead. Indrani’s face lit up by her affectionate touch and so did her mother’s. But Indrani could sense her mother’s state of mind in spite of her strong efforts to hide them. She gave Mia a warm hug and she knew it would comfort her. It did.
Indrani said, “You look beautiful Mia. Let’s go, Shantanu uncle (SU) is waiting eagerly to see his bride.”
She smiled and winked at Mia. Indrani’s words and gestures lightened Mia’s mood and it brought a big smile on her face that still has the power to kill many. She was all set to proceed towards a new beginning with an open heart.
While the pundit was reading the marriage mantras, Indrani looked on with a sense of fulfilment. Yes, she was that rare and privileged daughter to witness her mother’s wedding. It was a role reversal for them. The daughter that Mia was always proud to give birth to, gifted her with a second life.
(Image credits: Shaili Yadav and Wedlock Studios)
Her academic profession provides her with a living but her passion for writing feeds her soul. An experimentalist in both the worlds – engineering research and writing articles – she is a fanatic for love but proud to be emotionally intelligent as well. She is a coffee-addict, sapio-sexual, movie buff, and a true Bong who specializes in night-outs. Shopping and Sayantani are first cousins. Philosophical discussions drive her forward and the emotional outbursts let the ink flow.