The Other Women
I couldn’t help notice that
beautiful salwar. She was wearing the same salwar which I had tried on when we went shopping the other day. It was awfully ill-fitting for me but it
seemed ideal on her. She came out of the Gynecologist’s room along with a man.
He held her hands and they were both blushing. “Oh my” I whispered this and
quickly covered my face with one of the magazine lying in waiting area. It was him. Not just any random man. It was
Vishal. He was the reason why I came to
the hospital today.
Who is that lady I asked
myself. My heart raced. I felt a lump in my throat. I called to his phone. I
couldn’t hear it ring even though I was sitting just across the room. I noted him taking it out and placing it back
inside the pocket. I rang to his phone again. It was switched off now. Chuck
the doctor’s appointment. I decided to follow them.
Right after they reached the parking lot. I came out and waved my hand
to an automan. I covered my face with my duppatta as I got inside. I always
wanted to do this. Just like the movies. I wanted to get inside a car and
scream “follow them”. Well I guess my wish did come true. Only thing this was
not a sports car .Countless thoughts came exploding into my mind. Was he
cheating ? He has another girlfriend? Why did they come to the gynac? Maybe she
is just one of his friend’s? why did he put his phone on silent ‘? Why did he
switch it off on seeing my call? Does he have a twin? Where are they going?
They
stopped in front of a house while I stay put in the auto. It was raining. I was at quite some distance away
from them. I do not have perfect vision and the rain made things more difficult
. I saw a lady probably in her 50s stand at the door. A small girl held her fingers. At the sight of Vishal
she ran to him and hugged him. I kept calling to his phone to no avail. Vishal
held a few papers in his hand. As they were walking inside the small girl took
the papers from Vishal’s hand and asked him something. Except the small girl
everyone else went inside.They all looked happy. She sat on the wet floor .
Rain was her least concern. She was fiddling with that paper. After sometime
she came to the roadside and placed the paper on the dirty water. She watched
it float away. When she went back insde I walked to the dirty water . She had made
a paper boat out of it. I took out the floating paperboat which was half sunk by now.
The
automan took me back to the hospital. I unfolded the wet paper carefully so
that it does not tear. The paper read “Result: Positive”. It was a pregnancy
test. She was pregnant. But what really left me shaken was something else. It was her name. “Mrs.Renuka
Vishak “was printed in bold next to the patient’s name . All of a sudden everything
made sense. It was like the colours of a Rubik Cube falling into place. He lied
to me. He was married. The small girl who made the paper boat must be his older
daughter. His wife is pregnant again. He bought her that beautiful salwar which
I loved.
I kept reading her name again and again till the letters turned blurry.
My eyes could not hold back the tears.I was the other women in her life. And she was the other women in mine.I
walked aimlessly out of the auto .The rain masked my tears. Here I was again at
the waiting room of the hospital again. Just when I couldn’t take any more surprises
the nurse handed out a sheet to me. It had my name Ms.Jeena written in bold with Age as 32. It was the
Pregnancy Result. It read POSTIVE in capital letters.
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