Return Incomplete (Short story).

  1. Part I.

  2. Her name was Bulimaa. It was not known if she had any other name. Perhaps it is not that
    necessary also. What is necessary to know is that she always speaks the truth and be honest in her
    dealings. And for these qualities and, for the fairness of her skin and, the loveliness of her face she
    was liked by all. Perhaps it is only mother nature who didn’t like her and therefore decided to take
    away her husband, making her a widow and thus taking revenge on her, as it is the system of mother
    nature not to bestow all things to the optimum to any existence but, to make it short or less in a
    sphere or two so that it (the existence) will try to fill up this shortage through exertions and not sit
    idle and only enjoy the gifts of nature. But Bulimaa didn’t find any problem against such actions of
    Mother Nature as also she was unaware of her (Nature’s) revenge as she was a rural woman and quite
    ignorant and unmindful of philosophical things. She continued her life a-new as she had when her
    husband was alive, along with her only son who was then only ten years of age. She would oversee
    the cultivators who cultivated her fields on share-cropping basis; would see to it that no grazing
    animal has breached the fences and destroyed the crops; would herself weed out the paddy fields;
    tend and milk the cows along with the other women of the family; see to it that her son goes to
    school daily and not lose interest in his studies. Of course she was short financially and had to work
    extra hard. But she took it only as natural. She would sell the extra paddy in the market as grain by
    herself and would also become a milkmaid when the cows yielded milk. Of course, her lovely face
    and her bearing and, also the help of her brothers’-in-law helped her a lot. Sympathy of her
    neighbours and her acquaintances also made her life look less miserable. Only a mental void existed
    when she remembered her husband, and she realised that the more she would recall him and of
    those bright earlier days (with him), the more crestfallen she would become. So she desisted from thinking about him and concentrated on carrying out her duties.

  3. And so life went on like this for Bulimaa. Sometimes it rained and some days were extremely
    hot and sunny but she passed them cheerfully along with her son and nephews. Then one day she
    saw something that made her heart a little damp. She was combing her hair and, what was that? It
    was a greyed hair, hidden in one of the curls that women of unusual amorous capacity possess and
    which make them more attractive. She wasn’t shocked; only concerned. It meant that she was-yes
    disgustful for a woman especially one who is beautiful-getting old. And then also came to her mind
    how big her son has become. He was in his secondary final year and is aspiring to become an
    engineer; if providence permit and his uncles help him with the finances. Bulimaa has some money
    left by her husband and has also saved some from the selling of milk and, cutting off extravagances
    which is the first and basic step of thriftiness; and she would spend it all on her son’s education.
    What problem will poverty create she thought, when her son is there to look after her and would
    provide for her? She has no doubt over his affection and loyalty towards her and, anyway, she
    wouldn’t even imagine otherwise, herself being a mother!
  4. And thus time went on like a wheel that is
    constantly moving, unstoppable. And how much time has elapsed from the time of Bulimaa spotting
    her greyed hair till now can be gauged by the facts that her nieces have all gotten married; one of her
    brothers-in-law have died of illness which many get after retiring from government services; and
    that her son after becoming an engineer and having got a blue-collar job, is now getting married.
    And it was for this marriage ceremony that Bulimaa was sitting firmly before the mirror when she
    noticed that all her hairs were greying save for some blacks here and there. And she imagined
    ‘wheeled’ time moving forward, from the time of her husband’s death, and moving along even now.
    And she was also feeling a little lightness mentally as she was imagining having not to perform the
    works that she has been performing all these years, as her son has been talking about living in the
    city with her and his wife after his marriage. Of course Bulimaa wouldn’t shrink away from work and
    she was physically as stout now as she was ten years ago and also, her mind never flees away from
    labour and so, makes happen all tasks as we all know that one whose mind has not tired will not tire
    himself out bodily no matter how much tiredness he may feel. But imagining that she would have
    nothing as hard work but only light ones, no milk to deliver and no grain to sell in the market place-
  5. (To be continued)…

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