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Thirty Three

Our VIP guests had come to the haveli for lunch.
‘What a son you have,’ Kanta aunty, one of my mother’s childhood
friends, said.
‘He deserves to be king. He is our asli rajkumar,’ said Bela chachi,
a third cousin of my mother.
I thanked my aunts for their compliments.
‘Ma, I need to go upstairs to my room.’
‘Why? What about your lunch?’
‘I’m tired. I’ll have it later.’
I ran upstairs and shut the door to my room. I took out the
envelope again. Inside was a computer printout of a letter.
Dear Madhav,
I want you to remain calm when you read this. And, if possible, be
calm afterwards too. I am writing this letter to tell you something
important. I am leaving Patna.
I am not well, Madhav. I think you noticed my cough over the past
month. It is not an allergy. Lung carcinoma is what the oncologist
said. Lung cance. I don't know how.You know I don’t smoke. But
sometimes it happens to non-smokers. And I had to be one of them.
I don't know why many things happened in my life, actually, so
maybe this is all part of the crazy plan God has for me. Marriage,
divorce and disease, all within a span of three years, The funny thing
is, you came into my life at various stages too. Perhaps we were not
meant to he. I must thank you for accepting me as a friend again,
Madhav. I was so lost. I made mistakes. I held so much back from you
and yet you cared for me. I know you wanted more, but I'm sorry I
was unable to give it to you. The first time, it wasn’t the right time.
The second time, well, I have no time, I couldn't have asked for a
better two months than those l spent in Patna. To be able to help you
prepare for your speech was a wonderful and special time. The best
part was that despite the challenge, you never quit.I asked you to stay back last night. I had no right to. I just felt
greedy and selfish. I wanted more of your caring, while knowing I
couldn’t give you anything in return.
I know what I mean to you, and if I ask you to care without being
able to reciprocate myself you will. Hence, I decided to go. I won’t
make it harder for you than it needs to be.
I'm not one for details. Suffice to say, I have a little over three
months left. The last month is supposed to be horrible. I will skip the
gory parts. But trust me, you don’t want to know.
You have something meaningful going on in your life. Your school
is beautiful. And if Bill Gates does what I think he will, you will be
able to make it even better. If that happens, I don't want to be here
diverting your attention. I have seen your love. I don’t want to see
your pity. I am a basketball girl. That is how I want to stay in your
mind forever. Your basketball girl, I shall leave you with your school
and your mother. Meanwhile, in what little time I have, I plan to
travel everywhere I can. In the last month, I will find a corner for
myself in this world where I don’t bother anyone. Then I will go. You
know what? On my last day, I will think of you.
A good thing has come of my decision to leave here. I fed free
enough to tell you everything. I don’t have to hold back or say the
right thing anymore. For instance, it isn’t just you who had a
sleepless night at my place. I never slept either. I thought of how hard
it was going to be to leave you. Funny, I’ve never felt that way about
leaving this world. But leaving you, yes, that is difficult.
So, no crying. No looking for me. No being a Devdas. You are
such a good-looking and caring guy, you'll find a lovely girl.
Someone who isn’t a mess like me. Someone who will love you like you
deserve to be loved, I can’t wait for tomorrow. You will rock the stage.
I want to end this letter by saying something I wanted to say to at
least someone in this lifetime. So, here goes.
I love you, Madhav Jha. I absolutely, completely love you. And
will do so to my last day.Bye, Madhav. Take care.
Riya
My eyes welled up. Tears rolled down my cheeks. My limbs felt
weak.
I struggled to stand.The letter fell from my hands. I picked it up
and read it again. Memories of me sitting in Riya’s car came to me.
Images flaihed in my head—her fancy wedding-card box, the glucose
biscuits and her driving off. She had disappeared to get married then.
She had disappeared to die now. In both cases, she had taken, to use a
tough English word, unilateral decisions.
I called her number again. This time it was switched off. Perhaps
she was driving back to Patna and passing through a no-network area.
Or maybe she had thrown away her SIM card.
I went numb, like someone had hit me on the head with a hammer.
Nothing mattered to me. The guests at home, the Gates Foundation
grant, nothing. Riya had lung cancer, and she hadn’t even mentioned
It, How could she do this to me?
‘Patna, go to Patna,’ I told myself. She would go home first,
obviously.
I ran downstairs to the living room. A crowd was gathered there.
‘Congratulations, Madhav bhai.What a speech you gave,’ said the
sarpanch. He spoke Hindi and possibly didn't know a word of English.
‘Hello, sir. I am from Dainik Bhaskar. We would like to profile you
for our Sunday magazine,’ a reporter said.
I found my mother.
‘Patna? Now?’ she said.
‘The Foundation people need me to sign some paperwork.’
‘I thought they went to Gaya for the other programme.’
‘Some of them did. Since they have announced the aid, I need to
sign documents.’
‘Go after lunch. Right now we have guests.’.
‘Ma, I need to go now,’ I said.
My mother sensed something amiss.‘Where is that divorcee friend of yours?’ she said. ’Saree and what
all she wore today.’
‘Her name is Riya, Ma. Not divorcee friend,’ I said, irritated.
‘I didn’t make her a divorcee.’
‘She’s dying,’ I said.
‘What?’
I told her about Riya being ill.
‘Poor girl. So young.’
‘I have to go to Patna.’
‘You are telling me or asking for my permission?’
‘I will call you,’ I said and left.
*
Locked. That’s how I found Riya’s house. The neighbours had no
clue.
‘Madam is strange. I have never had a client like this,’ said the
broker, Hemant, I had called him in case he knew anything.
‘What happened?' I said.
‘Where are you?' he said,
‘At her apartment. It’s locked.’
‘Wait, I need to come there anyway.'
Hemant arrived in twenty minutes.
’She called me last night. She said the keys will be in her letter
box,’ he said.
‘Keys?’
Hemant and I walked over to the letter boxes in the building
compound. He slid his hand in and drew out a bunch of keys.
‘When madam called me yesterday, she told me she was leaving
town. Needs to surrender the house,’ Hemant said, panting as we
climbed the stairs.
‘Surrender?’ I echoed stupidly.
‘I told her there is a notice period. Her security deposit will be
forfeited.'
‘And?’‘She said she didn’t care. She said the landlord could keep the
deposit.’
He unlocked the apartment. We went in. Her furniture and TV were
all there. I went to the kitchen, Everything seemed to be in its place,
from the condiments to the appliances.The utensils and the gas stove
were still there. I went to her bedroom. I only found her clothes’
cupboard empty.
‘She’s left most of her goods here,’ Hemant said.‘She said I could
sell them.’
‘She did?’
‘Really, she did,' Hemant said, worried I might stake a claim.
‘Madam said I could sell these goods to cover any costs of breaking
the lease or finding the landlord a new tenant.’
‘What else did she say?’ I said.
‘Sir, l can keep these things?’
‘Hemant, tell me exactly what she said. Did she say where she was
going?’
‘No, sir. Sir, even the TV I can keep?’
‘Hemant,’ I said, grabbing hold of him by the shoulder.‘What else
did she say?’
‘She said she wouldn’t be coming back as she has quit her job.’
'Did she say where was she going?' I said, shaking his shoulder.
‘No, sir,' Hemant said, looking scared, ‘Sir, you want some of these
things? Really, I am not that type of person, She did say I could keep
them.’
I ignored him and went to the balcony. I looked down at the street.
I took out the letter from my pocket and read it again.
'I love you,’ it said at the end. I had read that line over a hundred
times on my way to Patna.
‘Not fair, Riya,’ I said out loud,‘not fair.'
‘Sir?’ Hemant came out to the balcony.
'If you hear anything from her, her company, her friends or
anyone, let me know,’ I said.‘Sure, sir. Sir, I will move her items to a godown. I can wait for
some time in case someone comes for them before selling them off.’
‘Whatever,’ I said.

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