“You need to avoid pineapples and papaya” she said, smiling to me.
It had been a wonderful moment last night when two strips suddenly made me realize something is kicking inside me. I could not help imagining how would it feel when I would be kicked by him or a her. I smiled to myself, wondering would it be pink or blue, like me or like him. No snoring like him. “But I’m not snoring right now” he smiled placing another peck on my forehead, squeezing me, his passion transformed to a different kind of embrace, a form I did not know existed in him. He waved through my hair, talking endlessly, very unlike his nature. Its mostly me talking about us, how we met, came together and life there after, but it was different that moment. I always thought he doesn’t remembers any thing about that day when we met for the first time. He remembered each and every of those and it was wonderful to hear his version of the story, lying in his arms, arms full of embrace, strength and clots that made my heart skip a beat as to why they exists. I don’t remember when did I sleep yesterday but his snoring woke me up and the moment I tried freeing myself from the tangles of his arms he woke up, “Are you alright?” his voice had a pinch of panic in it “you need anything?” He questioned.
His sleepy eyes looked wide open in the shade of the yellow table lamp, I could see so much in them, so much, something I had not seen in a long time. I hugged him tight and could not help crying. Who consoled whom, was unanswered and we both woke up twinned in each others embrace.
“Pineapple is her favourite fruit, she can live without a papaya” he said, inquisitive as to why could I not eat it, they both had their share of conversation, what to do and what not and my eyes wandered around. At the street outside the window of her clinic. He knew I wasn’t listening, he could always tell when was I lost, and I never had to apologize. He never wanted me to, he knew just the way to lift me up when I was really sorry. ” You are lucky mister, I am not sorry always” I teased him, “Indeed I am lucky” he smiled ” because, I have you”.
A sudden anxiety irked me, and I was restless to move out, he took my palm in his hands and rubbing it softly against his hard, I often wondered if he possessed some healing power. He is going to be a great father, I smiled to myself.
Ride along was irritating with a flat tyre midway. He was trying to fix it and meanwhile I preferred to take a walk along the road. “Be careful while you walk, it seems a bit rough, I would have loved you being here but now that you have made up your mind, I know you would walk till there, carry your phone and your wallet and please call me” he had more to speak but I had to interrupt, ” its a walk till you need time to fix up, Just a walk till the red light and I shall be right there or may be I shall come back to you” I hugged him, a little pda(public display of affection) and he won’t refuse, easier to exploit it sometimes.
It was a hot summer day and suddenly it seemed that it was a bad idea to think of walking. For a moment I thought of going back to him, but this boy walking in front of me with a dirty white sac tied to his head, suddenly compelled me to follow him. His sac was huge in comparison to his height and he seemed smaller, sometimes he stopped to pick crushed plastic bottles, and exposed his arms, he was a dark skinned boy with red and black strings tied to his left arm, and a fluorescent green plastic watch on his right. He seemed to have two different slippers on his feet, seemed it was difficult for him to walk in them. I suddenly was curious to see his face, to see his smile. I just wanted to see him smile. He suddenly stopped, and kept looking towards his left, I dint find any plastic bottle, but did see that yellow butterfly passing along. For a moment I though he is going to run after it, but he did not, it made me sad when he dint. I suddenly was feeling bad, bad for that boy carrying a sac, collecting plastic, wanting to be an adult masquerading his childhood not even letting a butterfly crush it, or bad for myself unable to spot a butterfly for the kid, dint know but it made me sad.
He kept his sac under a tree, and ran to the hawkers standing around the red light. He checked his pockets and kept staring at a particular one. I was noticing him from a distance, totally unfamiliar of a familiar fragrance filling up my senses. He suddenly came back to his sac and took a huge plastic out of it and ran back to the hawker and transferred all from a basket to his plastic. It confused me, wondering why the plastic boy took all the waste in his plastic bag. I saw him smile, suddenly I realised I saw his face, his teeth seemed white from the distance, shinning with his eyes, his smile felt like falling peace on his dark skin, transferring some drops of laughter to me. I was smiling looking at him. He brought the plastic to his sac and was sucking the pineapple remains he got. I so wanted to cry looking at him, that joy in sucking nothing yet everything just filled in an overwhelming peace. I went to hawker to return with a plate full of sliced pineapples, handing over to him. He looked up to me, his eyes like two shiny buttons floating in a sea of water, his skin, dark in colour but clear, not clean, with patches of dust, his lips cracked at the corners of his mouth, his teeth yellowish white, his perfect smile. We dint speak to each other yet it seemed like we have been speaking right since I was following him, as if we spoke in a language of our own, I dint know his, he dint know mine still we spoke and we were still speaking.
He was honking from a long time, and finally I turned to him this time, taking back a pineapple smile from a boy I dint know still got to know.
Manowara Chowdhury