The novelist – chapter 4

 

“I think I should introduce myself, I am Darika and used to live in a small fishing village an hours drive from here, well at that time I did not even know what a car was until Bimal came into my life and brought me here”

 

She sipped from her cup as her gaze drifted up towards the mantelpiece which held pictures of a younger, much younger version of her standing alongside a dark skinned local, both wearing proper gentle folk clothes and posing in front of a decked out old white mahruti sedan.

 

“Bimal was from Colombo and was a civil servant, he was always fond of exploring and thus he came to our village, we met at the temple. I was doing pooja and he was taking photographs of me, my hair was so long then, but the first time with him was longer

“Ahem” zarmina cleared her throat suddenly feeling awkward at the old ladies sudden foray into her personal life. “We were kind of wondering”

 

“Hush zari, please darika jee go on”

 

Darika looked at the woman with this man and then smiled at Jalal nodding

 

“Well pretty soon we realized we would not be sustained with his rapid fire visits to the village so we decided to do the pheras after which he wanted me to move to colombo and I would have none of it so he bought this place and we built our house here, after a bit our labors bore fruit and I had a baby girl”

 

Zarmina was now sipping her tea and wondering how on earth the old woman kept her herbs this fresh as the tea tasted like it had just been pulled from the earth and poured into water.

 

“We named her keshini as she had wonderful black hair like mine but damned be the horrible night that took them both from me, I shall curse it forever”

 

Jalal almost recoiled like someone had broken a hypnotists spell on him with a snap of their fingers and he saw Zarmina clutch her cup a bit tighter

 

“Oh my god we are so sorry”

 

“Don’t be, for the sea shall one day pay for what it did to me, they loved fishing and Bimal took her out many times, well that night there was a storm and he came back alone at 3 am crying and dripping wet because their boat had overturned and my darling was swept away.

After that it may as well have been both of them that had died because while Keshini was no longer on this world, neither was Bimal and he left me six months later to return to Colombo”

 

Jalal nodding letting the weight of what Darika had just told them seep through him. As a writer he often wondered whether he was born to witness cruel fate or just write about it in his fiction, as life had brought him to this place.

 

“So that is why Darika prefers to be alone, and watch the sea to curse it everyday both for its beauty and its cruelty”
“ Well that is very sad and thus a person like you should never be alone you know” Zarmina spoke a tad nervously.

“My husband and I are looking for a place to stay in as I had mentioned”

 

“Yes yes the upstairs portion is yours no fear, you can pay me for your share of food and take me to town once in a while, that’s all the rent I need” finally Darika relented with a softer smile to her

 

“Are you serious” spluttered Jalal, we couldn’t really, I mean you must accept some token rent.

 

“Do you like the place? Both of you”

 

“Well we haven’t seen it yet” muttered Zarmina

 

“Off course Of course we love it!!!” cried Jalal like a little boy as his wife gave him a look that could sink a ship on its own.

 

“Well that’s settled then, the upstairs has two bedrooms, and no there isn’t a room ive kept in my daughters memory as a shrine rest assured” Darika chuckled as she patted Zarminas hand.

 

“ One is empty and used for storage and its open, while the other one can function as your room, its got a bed and all, was a guest room once”

 

“Jalal got up and hugged the old dame “Great, this is so awesome We will accept your offer and only on the promise that you will let us pay for all of the groceries at least, after all how much can you eat”

 

Darika looked at both of them and smiled again “Oh you would be surprised at how much this granny can put away”

 

So there it was the three of them tenants and host, and then Jalal and Zarmina left to gather their stuff from back at the hotel they were staying in. Strangely enough they had to walk a bit before they found the odd tuk tuk and as they boarded Jalal gave his wife a tight squeeze

 

“See what you can find when you keep looking” he cooed in her ear

 

“Well the way you are acting I hope darika’s is not very sound of hearing” zarmina finally smiled

 

“Ahem we will have to be a bit you know discreet and all”

 

“Really..discreet before the sea eh? Zarmina nipped his nose and then slid back in her seat as she saw the tuk tuk driver flash a beetlenut stained smile at them through the rearview. She looked out at the dense forests to her left and the roaring sea to her right and wondered could it be…

To be continued…

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sharmeen ali khan
sharmeen ali khan

FK you have a way with words. Reads like a script and I can visualize it. Please write next one soon.