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The Sugarcane fields..

Pithi walked a step towards door at the farther end of extremely large room.. it had been an ordeal for her to sit waiting for her .. husband.. they had married today.. and this was their first night of marriage.. the bed was full of flowers.. she stood looking out the field.. the sugarcane farms.. in dark moonless night.. their house was three story .. and the room was on top .. a lamp burned in the courtyard on neem tree.. and the canes swayed in fast wind..

Earlier she had waited on second floor untill they made the top room in arrangement of flowers.. on the second floor amidst the storage of harvest machinery and obnoxious large stacks of cane.. the room smelled extremely sweet of fresh canes and grease and oil from machinery.. everyone was downstairs on first floor except for her sister in law who came a couple of times.. the house was three story each floor made in single giant one room.. as it seemed.. the plain architecture and wideness soothed her.. and she found the house to be more inviting then the first time she had come to meet him.. the marriage was arranged.. and her husband was a wealthy farmer..

She was left alone to rest and ease on second floor .. and some children who liked to be doted by new beautiful bride played and hugged her cheerfully.. were shooed away.. with a severe admonishment..

Parya: Aey ..!! Let her be..

Parya was her sister in law.. she came with dinner plate and had shouted shooing away.. the kids.. as soon she had entered ..

Parya: here.. let's eat.. here two of us.. the first floor is too noicy.. Ashok will be here soon.. they are decorating your room upstairs.. you need not change..

Pithi: ok..

She spoke timidly.. she wanted to see her husband.. and didn't feel hungry.. she ate scantily..

Pithi: i will be back soon..

Ashok came after awhile.. come upstairs.. rest.. i will be back soon.. he had left her on the top floor room.. of theirs..

It would be inappropriate to fall asleep.. and rude.. she returned by the bed and set on the edge..

The clock rang 12:30 and the house became silent .. the commotion on first floor earlier turned to slow buzz.. she heard him on the steps.. and stood up quickly..

Ashok: i am sorry.. l am late.. you should have rested..

Pithi trembled..

"how is the decorations.. ?"

Pithi: Kripali told me you had an affair with someone and you didn't want to marry.. but did just by your family insistence.. if so we will rethink..

Ashok: just a gossip.. nothing as such..

He turned off lights leaving zeros on..







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