June 19, 2013 | 05:58 PM (BD Time)
19 June, 2013 Wednesday
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Mist and Sun
Abu Bakar Siddiquee :
‘Wow! What a lovely flower you have bloomed!'
Softly waving the stick of the tuberose bloomed in the tub, Asfaque gave a praise mixed look and smelled the flowers deeply.
'Like to have some?' I asked. Without waiting for a reply I said, '
'Take some, these all are for you.' In my voice there was praise for Asfaque. Now he smiled.
'To whom should I present the flower, can you suggest?'
'Ah, it's Rina, the only one; here she is coming', I replied with a mild smile.
Rina's car turned in at the gate. Asfaque suddenly became excited,
'No, to whom I have given the whole of me this offering keeps no value,' he said.
'Rina loves tuberose; and you have praised these flowers of my garden. So it's she who deserves the flowers. I think she will be happy.' I argued.
'Rina loves tuberose; I shall bloom them in thousands for her. By offering a single stick of flower my desire of dedication won't be satisfied,' Asfaque answered back proudly caressing the flowers tenderly. he said.
'Rather I can present the rowers to someone else like Lubna, Leena or Neela; I can satisfy them with this much.'
By that time Rina stepped down from car and walked towards us.
'Hello!' She greeted with a sweet smile.
Before I could reply her greeting Asfaque hold Rina's hand. They walked swiftly, side by side, towards the car. Opening the car door they turned behind, and with a bright smile performed the courtesy of saying good-bye to me. Their happy departure spread the melody of Lolit raga; tinge of hope and cheer arose in my mind.
'Let Asfaque be happy with Rina,' I wished.
Days were passing very rapidly. My publisher reminded me to submit the script within two weeks; otherwise it won't be possible for him to publish my book before yearly book fair of February. I was confined in writing and could not meet Asfaque for quite a few clays.
That was a weekend. Lubna came to me in the morning to enquire about Asfaque. She was surprised to know that I am not in touch with him for so many days. However, Asfaque also came in the same afternoon. As usual he was in hurry. He came to inform me that he was going to Cox's Bazar. I should tackle any adverse situation in his absence. He also informed me that Neela and her parents are accompanying him.
On the same evening. I reached the clubhouse with my squash racquet. I found Lubna sitting alone in the lonely corner of the club. She is never a girl to sit glumly; I went near her. She was surprised to see me; she asked the same question.
'Where is Asfaque?'
'He has gone to Cox's Bazar, today.'
"All of a sudden? Alone?'
There is inquisitiveness as well as astonishment in her voice. No, he has gone with Neela and her parents.
I tried to smile.
'When will they return?' Lubna's eyes were burning with fury.
'Don't know; may be within a day or two. Now tell me why are you alone here! You seemed to be depressed? Where are your other friends?' I looked around.
'After the game of tennis all have gone; as such this place becomes quiet for few hours. My friends will return in a while. I have planned to watch 'Dr Kilder' In the television, hence I am killing my time here.'
'All right, you watch the film. Let me have some stroke of squash.'
I hurried for the squash court.
That was a non-working day. The winter is on its verge of start and the morning was sunny with pleasant warmth. In my fancy garden the tuberoses withered one by one and the seasonal flowers were in sprout. All of a sudden the tobacco was out of market. I was trying to make a habit of churut. But in this new habit I was not getting pleasure. And this pleasant sunny morning seemed to be out of tune to me. I tried to light the churut. For quite a few attempts I failed. Finally I could lit it and being happy with the success when I turned my face up I found Rina's car at the gate.
Today Rina wore a deep blue coloured sari embroidered with golden thread; with black sunglass and a matched handbag she looked elegant.
'Hi Rina, how are you? You are alone today?' I greeted her.
'Who else you expect to be with me?' Rina smiled and asked.
I think Asfaque should be always with you,' I replied in an easy mood.
'That's right.' There was sign of happiness in Rina's face. 'You see, he never cares to listen to me; I cautioned him again and again not to be late. Today we have a visiting schedule to my father's tea valley. Only one hour is left for the flight, yet he is missing. I thought that I should get him here,' she said emotionally.
I got alarmed; if Asfaque doesn't come in time they will miss the flight. Moreover, I am acquainted with Asfaque's nature. He does not give much importance to the appointment with his intimates. Rina will be upset if it happens so today; there will be lot of arguments and finally a quarrell. I shall have to pacify them, and that means a lot of running on my part.
'Have you been to his house? 'I asked.
'Yes, I did. I found it locked; even the guard could not be seen,' Rina answered impatiently.
I remain quiet. Rina is agitated.
'I have never seen a person like him; he is always busy to be tuned with everybody. It may be that he is in a Katmandu trip with someone else being allured by her sweet words,' she said.
Rina's opinion about Asfaque hurt me. I tried to say that she is misinterpreting Asfaque's nature. But before I could comment, I found Asfaque stepping down hurriedly from a taxicab carrying a number of packets in both hands. He came running and said without hesitation,
'I won't get the cigarette of my brand and your favourite chocolate in that forest of tea.' He handed over two packets to Rina. Rina's smiled.
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