The Right To Fight
The 17th Cross of Banker’s Colony in South Bombay was impressively clean and wide. At 16:35 Hours, there was hardly anyone on the street except for a fruit
vendor who was pushing his old cart that had sundry fruits.
There
was one floored independent house encompassed by a 7-feet compound wall
at the heart of the street. The continuity of the wall was interrupted
by an exquisitely
designed gate which opened into wide and empty area where thin grass
sprung from the ground. The main door of the house made a slight squeaky
cry as Radha opened it from inside and stepped out. There were sounds,
possibly of a television program, which soon
vanished as the door shut itself leaving Radha alone outside. She
ascended the marbled stairs that led to the terrace. Several clothes,
after being washed, for the purpose of drying were clipped to the
strings connecting the extreme ends of the terrace. The
Sun, however, was not at its zenith. The clothes started swinging, for
the atmosphere was only little less than windy. Slowly, Radha started
unclipping the clothes one by one and slung them across her shoulders.
After accomplishing her task, Radha started
descending the stairs but only after noticing that someone had opened
the gate and gained entry to the house.
Radha’
s descending came to a sudden halt as she was blocked by someone. She
was baffled and her skin went cold with this sudden surprise.
Radha was only few feet away from the living room door and spoke frantically “ Yuvi, when did you come ? “
“Just a while ago”, Yuvi answered nonchalantly.
Yuvi had a charming and jubilant face with deep black eyes. His jet-black hair was groomed perfectly.
Before Radha uttered a word, Yuvi held her right hand in his and shouted “Radha, you are mine.”
The steel gate was slammed wide open with a clang to claim Radha’s immediate attention.
Radha yelled a mild cry “ Darshan, stop right there.”
Darshan
rushed to the spot where the duo were already standing and immediately
freed Radha’ s right hand from Yuvi’ s strong hold.
This time Darshan took hold of Radha’ s hand and effused “Radha is mine.”
Darshan was also as charming as Yuvi but with thicker hair. Nonetheless, Darshan had infuriating eyes at the moment.
Yuvi
who was already sulking, hustled Darshan’ s tidy shirt to show his
dejection and wailed out a loud cry saying “ I came here first “.
Soon there was a verbal war with heated arguments between the two intruders.
Radha was exasperated by the unexpected act and tried to suppress her anger that was slowly mounting.
She
was about to exhibit her suppressed annoyance as a motor vehicle
forayed into the compound through the gate, leaving a haze of petroleum
fumes behind.
As the vehicle neared the door, a voice reached the three living souls “ Radha, Who slammed the gate wide open ? “
“Its your twin sons. I am done for the day.. Gopi , now it’s your
turn to take care of these 6-year old little rascals.” , alluded Radha and sped
fast into the living
room with a broad smile on her face and few clothes on her shoulders.
Darshan and Yuvi ran towards the motor-cycle where Gopi was still busy in parking it.
“Gopi
is mine……..”, effused Darshan and Yuvi simultaneously in wild
excitement with each of them catching hold of Gopi’ s right hand.
Conceived and Written By
Jayanth,
