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Tarabari, a small but vibrant village in middle Assam, is inhabited by rich cultivators. The PWD road leading to the big village Islampur passes by the side of Tarabari. Villagers of Islampur are deeply religious but sympathetic to others.
The two villages are separated by a stretch of woods with an abundance of bamboo bushes. On the opposite side of the woods one can notice a small thatched house where a beautiful woman lives. For the purpose of this story, we may call her Anamika. Some village people call her a prostitute while for some others, she is a social worker.
Anyhow, she entertains people for money and has a definite clientele. Her personal life is not known and no one is interested in her past shrouded with mystery. Her present is her asset and people love it.
It was a cold December night. The road was deserted and not even a stray dog could be seen. The entire area was covered in a thick blanket of fog. But the estranged son of a rich and politically powerful man, defying the spine-chilling cold, visited the house of Anamika. A school dropout, the 18-year-old boy wanted to test his masculinity for the first time. In the process, he was restless and almost dragged her to the bed. The boy was a good football player with a gymfit body. It was pitch dark inside the room as the kerosene lamp was put off by Anamika. Though electricity had reached the villages, her house was not yet electrified and she had to use a kerosene lamp. In the evening, she used to lit an earthen lamp under the tulsi plant on the eastern side of her house. In her childhood days she witnessed her mother lighting up an earthen lamp under tulsi plant. She loved the fragrance of burnt mustard oil.
Tuk..Tuk..Tuk. Someone knocked the door. Anamika pushed the young guy to her kitchen and asked him to wait. Then she opened the door. There was some delay.
“Why you are so late?” The man was visibly annoyed.
“Sorry Sir, please come in. It’s too cold outside.” The middle-aged man, known to Anamika is the president of the local panchayat. He is a very wealthy person. “Why it’s so dark inside the room?”
“Let it be dark. I love darkness. Please come to the bed.” Anamika led the man to her bed.
The man under 50 has a beautiful wife. Yet he frequently visits her in search of extramarital bliss. He has enough money and some people dub him as corrupt. Being a member of the ruling party in the state he exercises political power over the poor villagers. These people occupying high positions in the society fear to visit her in day light. But they come under the cover of darkness. In darkness she could see the darkness of these people. What else she could do? She is a caged pigeon only to obey their commands.
Anamika jumped out of her bed. Yes, she was not wrong. Some one really called her by name. Who else could be? She dragged the man on bed to her makeshift dressing room and asked him to keep quiet. Then she opened the door to welcome the guest. “Sir, please come,” said Anamika. But the old man around 74, hesitatingly asked, “Why it’s so dark? I simply hate darkness. Make some arrangement to light a lamp.”
“Don’t worry, I will help you to come to the bed. I simply love darkness. My life is full of darkness all around. Darkness helps me to feel the brightness of light. Only in the darkness, you can see the stars in the sky. Isn’t sir? You are maintaining a robust health even at this advanced age. What is the secret behind? The old man said, “I started my daily life with chanting of ‘OM’ 21 times. The magical word drives away all negative thoughts from my mind instilling a positive outlook necessary for leading a happy and healthy life. I used to perform some easy yogic asanas followed by pranayams. In the early morning, first thing to do is drink three glasses of lukewarm water to flush out the toxic materials from our body. You will feel lighter and energetic. Your BP will come down. Eyesight will also improve. Diabetes will be controlled, if not cured. Make it a habit to drink water. Water is elixir of life.”
Some moments of silence inside the room. The old man and the young lady on the bed. The poor old man was quite unaware of the presence of two other persons in the room. Suddenly the erotic silence was broken. An owl hooted nearby. She came out of her room and tried to see the owl in vain. Nothing could be seen even at a close distance. The old man kissed her as usual and left, followed by his middle-aged son and his school dropout grandson. What a scene! Three generations in the house of Anamika.
Anamika smiled in the darkness.
(Contributed by
Sarat C Neog)
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