Moni has put up a smiling face….for her Maa-Deuta & the relatives – there were many of them & they seem to be all over the place. All around her was the collective din of squeals of laughter – of kids & elders, Bihu songs, someone shouting for something, the Pandalwallas’ shouts for the last minute changes, etc. Inside her, there was a storm building up. But then, she had to smile; and every time she did, her heart ached with a deep pain. She longed for pouring her heart out to someone. She wanted to let go of her reserve & cry her heartful. It was her wedding day tomorrow. She had agreed for an arranged marriage with the boy her parents had chosen for her. She had to agree, for the love of her life was not strong & courageous enough to stand-up & take her away from this mess.
Smita had managed to take leave from office & come down all the way from Guwahati to be at her bestie’s wedding at Sibsagar. She reached Moni’s home in the afternoon. The moment the to-be-bride saw her, she came running to her, leaving behind the mehendi girls who were working on her palms. The two friends were meeting after a year or so. They embraced each other in a bear hug. And almost instantly, Smita could feel the storm inside Moni. Something was not right with Moni. She looked questioningly at her friend who just shrugged off her question with a thin smile and took her to meet her parents.
“Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend” ~ H. W. Longfellow
Sometime later, when Moni’s mehendi was done, Smita suggested going for a walk in the huge backyard. The moment they were away from the wedding clamour & chaos, Smita embraced Moni, comforting & reassuring her. They both sat down under the old mango tree. Moni could hold back no more, she let open the dam and down came cascading her tears. In between her sobs, she poured her heart out, revealing her heart’s agony & confusion about the days to come. Smita, after listening all that she had to say, explained to her that her decision has already been taken, and so now it’s time for Moni to turn the page & start a new chapter of her life. The past is behind her now. She should step into her future with a fresh & positive attitude. The two of them then sat down under the tree for quite some time. No one said anything. It seemed as if the silence & the presence of Smita, soothed the aching heart of Moni. Slowly as darkness fell around them, they stood up and started walking towards home. For Moni her steps were into a future she was now willing to work into. It was time for her to move on. She looked at Smita lovingly….she was glad that her friend’s heart could see what was invisible to the many eyes around her.
This piece of fiction is written for Write Tribe’s Wednesday Prompt. This is my first post in 2014. The prompt this week is – Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. Click here to read other bloggers’ take on the prompt.