The week passed by in a blink and it’s time for them to depart. Even though she had put on a great show, she got to admit– Sarah was already missing them. The thought of staying alone in the house on weekends till they return was revoking and so, she resorts to staying with her mother for 3 days, hence packed accordingly and was ready to leave –not before she sends off the rest of the pack to their retreat.
Mike took over the wheels and gave her a cold glance while Laura and Jessica were saying their heart-melting–goodbyes. He then darted to the road and steered the car forward without even a bye and frankly, she didn’t mind. The sure thing is he will be with the others during the weekend and she was definite that the others will find a way to enlighten his mood. Sarah dismissed with a smile and a head shake and carried on to her mother’s.
Her mother was so overjoyed to see Sarah after so long
“My baby!!! You look thinner than before. Have you been eating on time?” the first typical question every time they meet, probably premeditated across the world with all mothers who had been away from their children. Especially Santha, since Sarah is her only daughter– her only family that she sent away willingly.
Sarah’s dad, Rakesh Patel was a very strict and protective man. It was safe to say that he became so after migrating with his family to a foreign land– to a foreign culture and customs. He didn’t let Sarah or his wife walk-in carelessly into anything in the name of their own gratification and it went on throughout his life.
He ran a strict ship where everything must be consulted with him first. His life’s sole purpose was to do what was best for his daughter, even if she opposes it. Being drawn to western culture, the opposition from Sarah’s part was quite frequent and Santha will be her only comforting wall. It is unfair to blame him completely as his background is such and he is always under the microscope among his own relatives here and back at home.
After his decease, Santha doesn’t want her daughter to be a stay-at-home mom, like her. She wanted her daughter to see the world, learn new things constantly, and explore new fields of interest as much as possible before she settles down since it has been deeply implanted in her mind that marriage is a golden cage for a woman.
She ventured into the city, searching for a life of her own. Soon, the other 2 friends tagged along. She was the reason Jessica took a position in her father's company unwillingly, just because it is in the city, next to her friend. As for Mike, well, he can build a company where ever he wants and that is what he did with a consultation clinic.
Santha's little baby did live up to her expectation and not even a day went by without her feeling proud of Sarah. She had walked out of her parent’s nest, slowly crumbling away from her comfort zone. She is now earning her own income, although it is not necessary for her. She spends at least a portion of her earning learning new topics, such as photography, cooking, archery, botany, herbology, traditional medicines, and such. Hence, assuming she had achieved her highest bar, Santha is considering Sarah’s future. It was time for her to think about a suitable spouse for her daughter and intend to discuss with her regarding her pitch in the arena. Sarah has always been open about her relationships since she was in school and to Santha’s knowledge, she is not involved in any serious ones. Santha has to wait for a correct time before she opens up the topic, though.
Sarah arrived at 1 pm at her mother’s house, hence she had a lot of time to get ready for the wedding. She and her mother sat down to eat delicious mom’s home-cooked meal, chattering away about all the gossips lurking around their acquaintances, review updates on their own life changes that had already been shared via phone call, before went to take a long nap on the same bed with Santha fiddling Sarah’s hair, lulling her to sleep. She is very well aware that this wedding will last till early morning, so it’s best for both of them to get as much sleep as possible.
A gourde, sparkly Punjabi dress, suitable for the grand wedding hung in a wooden hanger, staring back at Sarah while Santha brought out her game plan– a gorgeous, elegant looking saree, made of chiffon material–the pure white one with gold embellished borders and paired with a full-blown gold sequenced blouse. She had even thought of suitable gold dangling earrings and heels to fit the outfit. After all, she is composing an opportunity to woo possible partners for her daughter and this wedding will be the perfect place to start since every one of her relatives, from the same origin, will be attending it.
On the other hand, it was 3 hours, long drive for Mike and the gang to reach the hilltop of The Gold Lotus resort. Mike took the steer on purpose; he wasn’t in the mood of conversing; distant from the world around him. His mind kept wondering what Sarah would be doing now? Has she arrived at the wedding venue or is she at her mother’s? Is she alone or is she cramped between a noisy and nosy crowd know as relatives? Is she expected to bring along a date? If so, who had she brought? Among thousands of searing thoughts, his head kept ringing with what Sarah said a few nights back
‘Mike…We are 26. We can’t always stick together. It’s sort of imminent…’
She said it in the softest manner, like an angle trying to make sense to a child but for Mike, it was a harsh splash of reality. Unexplainable nervousness pooling in his stomach and a feverish heat crept up that he kept rubbing his neck. The root of her words is that she is prepared to let him go–she expects him to move on. Meaning, given the right window, she would also fly away.
Maybe this crush that unwinds out of the blue isn't good for him. After all, he still hasn’t mustered the guts to express himself after 3 long years of pent-up feeling, just like a wrecked ship at the bottom of the seabed.
“Mike, is it too tiring to drive this far? “Laura sitting beside him, in the passenger seat tried to comfort him and rubbed his neck but Mike just retreated away.
“No, I’m not. Thank you”. Laura looked with a question mark at Jessica sitting behind Mike and she immediately pitched in to ease the atmosphere.
“Mike, can we take a break at the next rest house? I need to use the washroom.” A simple nod was all he could give.
At the pit stop, both girls went to the washroom while Mike and Robert leaned on the car with a cigarette in their hand.
“You miss Sarah, don’t you?” an inevitable question coming out of nowhere. Mike remained expressionless and Robert let out a sigh.
“Mike, I have been working for your dad’s company for 5 years now. I don’t know you as much as Jessica or Sarah. But I know men, and I can say for sure that what you have towards Sarah is more than what you think. She completes you. Without her, you feel empty, am I right?” This last sentence caught his attention and he turned to look at Robert with a frown. He didn’t agree to it neither did he denied– more to analyzing the situation.
Having a crush is one thing but growing dependent on someone is a whole other level. It’s as simple as a cancer cell, dormant in everyone. Once activated, they spread, push your boundaries, and needy of a drug to keep yourself in line, eventually making you weak. After a long pause “No, I don’t need her forever with me.” He drew another long puff
“Why do I feel you are lying?” Robert chuckles slightly, probing him more.
“I’m not and I will prove it! Let’s take this trip as a challenge. Want to bet?” He was somewhat enraged that Robert pointed out his weakness that as a psychiatrist, he couldn’t cover-up. He needed someone to stop him from looking for Sarah or running into her arms and, this betting might be helpful.
Jessica and Laura were having a kind of similar conversation inside the small, dreadful space in the name of the toilet.
“You seemed a tad more...caring, per se, at Mike...” Jessica from the left stall.
“Shut up...” Laura from right, oozing with shyness.
“Ah ah!!! So, I was right!!!”
“Hmm...Sort of... I like him and trying to get his attention. Let’s see how it goes” Laura, replied by a chuckle from Jessica.
Robert was quite surprised by Mike’s answer. He took out his wallet, counted every single printed bill, and throws them on the car booth which fanned irregularly “$1000 “ Mike rolled his tongue against his cheek, a challenge he sees. He took out $1000 and throw it on the booth as well when Jessica and Laura walked on them.
“What is this money for?” Laura asked
“Just a small bet that we have going on,” Robert said glancing arrogantly at Mike.
“Jess, you hold the betting for now, will you?” Mike said and Jessica took it and flipped through the cash, counting
“$2000!!!Deal” Jessica declared before thrusting the cash into her pocket with a little pat over her jeans.
After hours of nerve-wracking drive, they finally arrived and a step out of the car to a completely different axis, greeted by a piercing chilly swirl of air. Humidity surging through their nasal way till it hits the high note on the brain and cricket chirps in the ambiance of a rain forest. With no exaggeration, they were in the middle of a forest. The effort to make each visitor’s stay comfortable and non-primitive are obvious, with a valet boy running towards them, bowing, and taking over their car. The pack paced into the resort, awe-struck, scanning the whole entire space. The lobby walls were primarily built with tempered glasses, giving a clear vision of the surrounding forest. Smell of fresh roses engulfs visitors. Everywhere they turn, the light was dim to soothe aching eyeballs. Nothing too sparkly or colorful can be found hanging or laying around
The wedding... Brimming enthusiasm from their relatives and friends engulfed Sarah and her mother. Indian wedding is a celebration of a lifetime, where parents and bridegroom will spend tons of money to get it perfect, coming up with new schemes and ideas to outdo the previous wedding. Non-stop dancing, alcohol, a variety of extravagant food, sweets, and flowers are just a few musts on the list. Scheduled to begin a week before the actual wedding date itself, leaving little rest for the bride and groom that at their wedding night, they would prefer sleeping rather than boning. Not to mention the unmarried eligible creatures roaming like helpless sacrifices around the event. Inquiries after inquiries followed by advice and solutions, ending with the presentation of possible suitors are inevitable– there will always b
The confined space in the Convertible BMW has never been this suffocating. Sarah was still upset with Mike’s impulsive behavior as she gave him the silent treatment, looking outside her window, still hugging herself across her chest. Mike couldn’t help stealing glances at Sarah, again and again. Every time he turns to look, the car slipped off-road a bit and Sarah will flinch before glaring at him, only to be winked at. “Ok, STOP THE CAR!!!” the 5th slip was her last straw. “What? Do you want to walk back to the wedding? Hitchhike?” Mike was serious but Sarah stuck out her tongue with a mocking face “You going to kill me driving half asleep. I had enough sleep in the afternoon. I will drive. Stop!!!” stern little puppy she was.
A soft knock on the door throbbed Mike to wake up. He opened the door a few inches, just enough for a peep and Laura was standing on the other end with the most adorable smile. Her face fell flat with eyes searching through Mike’s appearance–Messy hair, swollen face, barely open eyes, and shirtless well-defined body. “Mike, you are still asleep? Get ready. We are going to be late for breakfast. Chop chop!!!” she has always been the edgy, neat, and organized one, chasing all the other 4 towards ‘betterment’. Mike couldn’t muster the energy to open his mouth and reply to her or frankly, even her image is still blurry to him. Hovering between planets, he gave her just a thumbs up. Closing the slit opening shut, he wobbled around to find Sarah still sleeping, buried overhead into the white cotton quilt. &nbs
Dusky morning light painted the room with an amber, honey flavor. Mike stirred out of sleep and immediately his brain began searching for Sarah. She was still next to him but wide awake like an owl. Flipped on her stomach and quilt capped over her head with her eyes fixated at the window will full-blown fascination. “Sarah, what are– “Mike couldn’t finish his words as Sarah pressed a finger over his lips in a rush and pointed over the headboard. “Look” she whispered and Mike mimicked her position, laying low and turned to look. It was a buck outside their window, feasting on some low shrubs, accompanied by some naughty squirrels jumping around. Mike took a long-inhaled air, much-needed oxygen replenishing. Such a majestic animal, dappled with royalty even when they are bowed at
The missing piece of the earth now has guests, bombarding it with their laughter, water splashing, and short-lived yelps. Minutes tumbled off with them laid like lifeless mannequins on the banks, side by side. Traveling back in time every once in a while, forgetting all the burdens, responsibilities, and additional facial lines that come with aging; like the little innocent child, is a piece of cake with a company like Sarah. But with his internal tornado under a gasket lid, she is an unnecessarily tempting company with her now pink flushed soft skin, radiating morning glow on the highest points of her face. The water had successfully outlined her curves and it means to be missed by a man. Some secrets are better left ‘un-outlined’!. Each line in her lips seemed deeper, whining for attention and his lips are throbbing in response. In desperate need of a diversion, he proposed to go back to the cliff in the name of air drying. Not too much
His eyes landed on Sarah, on the edge of the high stool, wearing a white blouse with puffed short sleeves and a knee-high floral print, light pink handkerchief skirt. A glint in his eyes. He is doubly sure that she is the one but he gulped down confrontation before knowing her actual problem. Rubbing his close trimmed chin, he walked to her, deep in his own thoughts. He was wearing a smart black suit and a brown shirt with 2 top buttons opened. “You look like a mafia boss more than a doctor. How do your patients trust you?” she teased him with a gentle smile on her face, to be replied by a glare. He plops a Mac Donald paper bag in front of her and thrust his hand back into his pocket, looking down at her. It seems that there is a hidden agenda with this childhood friend of his. Apparently,3 years was enough for her to be so. Sarah’s eye brightened up at the paper bag and her fingers wasted no time to dug into fries, stuffing her mouth. With a muffled voice “Is
Eagerly awaited sun to arise, Mike marched into his clinic and made some arrangements. He postponed a few existing appointments and froze intake of any new ones for the rest of the week, channeling all his attention to Sarah. After running a few errands, he was free to stalk Sarah and so, drove straight to Imperial Restaurant. A light grey suit, light grey pants, and a white shirt neatly layering his tall masculine frame with sharp facial features– he was a standout and exceptional than any other in the restaurant. His eyes pinpoint to Sarah sitting alone by the glass wall as soon as he entered– a single white rose would have to weep in her feet. Sarah’s eye widened as soon as she saw Mike but Mike shook his head slightly, signaling her to not react. He sat at a table across from Sarah and typed a message to her ‘We both haven’t seen Suman. So don’t react, he might be somewhere here. Just ignore me’ Mike sent out the message. For that ‘IG