“Please get me a whiskey- On the rocks” she said, plonking herself on the bar stool.
Her face radiated anger. Hell, even her back looked like it had cactus growing out of it. She cradled the glass between her palms, looking out moodily into the warm summer night.
I couldn’t re collect her ever being angry like this! But then, I remembered little about her. Like the other guys, I only remembered her friend- the stunningly beautiful Sarita, who was clearly the college sweetheart. Daughter of a rich businessman, she was something of a celebrity in the college.
Suman had been completely overshadowed by the beautiful Sarita. I used to sometimes wonder how was it that they were even friends? Was she by any chance, in awe of Sarita? But having watched them both together, I suspected it was Sarita who depended on Suman- for her notes, her books and even to visit the canteen.
Suman lived in my neighbourhood. Her father was the manager of a bank. Though we lived close to each other and sometimes rode the same bus to college, we rarely to spoke. A seemingly quiet girl dressed in dull clothes, she blended into the background of the fading, derelict buildings on campus.
She was ofcourse a bright student because her name used to be right up on top of the list when the marks were displayed at the end of every semester. Actually, that was how I came to know that her name was Suman Saxena. Otherwise in my mind, she was always “that girl with Sarita”
So it was a bit of a shock to see her lose it like that some time ago. She had blown up loudly in front of the group before stomping away to the bar. But then, those idiots probably deserved it. A college reunion where forty year olds were behaving like they were still in their early twenties!
I don’t know what exactly triggered that rage. She had been standing quiet and aloof in a corner. A few of the girls had gone up to her and tried to draw her into a conversation. Then Ravikant had gone and joined the group, followed by Ashish. But it was when that bald and fat Selwyn had approached her and asked her in his rather crude way “Hi ! What news about Sarita?” that she had snapped angrily “How would I know? Am I her secretary”?
“No I was just asking” said Selwyn backing off.
“Really? How nice!! You want to know from me about someone who is not here for the reunion! Yet you do not even have the courtesy to ask me -who is here at the reunion , how I am and what I have been doing all these years” she snapped.
“Hey relax. He just asked you because you were her friend at college ” said Ravikant stepping in to the rescue of poor Selwyn.
“I was her friend? Or was she my friend?” she demanded.
“Isnt it the same thing ? !”asked Ravikant looking offended.
“Mr. Ravikant Idiot, there is a difference! Sarita Rai wanted to be my friend. I could have done without her company. It was because my father was posted in that town where our awful college was unfortunately located that I had to share classroom and lab space with morons like you . And coming to think of it, now I am not even sure why I agreed to attend this stupid event ” she had shouted before walking off towards the bar.
Mr Pompous Ass Ravikant looked like someone had kicked him on his shin! The heavily made up ladies from our batch had their mouths open in shock. I was extremely amused. The cartoonist in me wanted to frame this moment in my memory for a sketching session over the weekend. But I couldn’t stop myself from admiring Suman’s guts to speak up like that in public. Without my realizing it , my eyes and then my feet had followed Suman, outside into the bar.
Thinking about what she had said sometime ago, I also wondered why I was here. My college days were not exactly something that I remembered with fondness. It had been a government college and I had to join it because my marks were not good enough for me to go where I had wanted to. Dad had just retired from the army and there was no way he was going to invest his pension in buying his youngest son, admission in the fancy college of his dreams.
My eyes scanned the bar, looking for her. She was walking , drink in hand, to sit on a swing in the lawn nearby. She had aged well. She wore her grey hair in a chic hair cut. Her trousers and red kurti were simple but obviously expensive ! Her high heels added at least four inches to her height. I picked up my drink and walked up to her.
“Hi Suman, my I sit here” I asked
“Yes, go ahead. This is not my private property” she said shifting a little to make room for me.
We sat quietly next to each other. The starlit night and her proximity was making me feel relaxed in a way that I don’t remember feeling in many years.
It was she who broke the silence.
“How is your Dad ” she asked
“I don’t know. He left this world a couple of years ago” I said.
“I am sorry” she said, reaching out to hold my hand.
I felt touched, in a way that was beyond the physical. I did not realize that she had known my father.
“Uncle used to come to our house often. He and my father used to play chess in the evenings” she said, as though reading my thoughts.
I was surprised. My father had never mentioned this to me. But then my father spoke very little to any of us. Most of his communication to me and my sister, had been through our mother. After her death, and my sister’s marriage, that chain had been broken leaving me, the youngest to live , in silence with my father.
“Don’t feel bad for about what those fellows said. They are a bunch of idiots” I said, suddenly feeling responsible for the bad behaviour of the guys.
“ It is alright. Now that I have spoken it out, I feel good. It was inside me for all those years, waiting to be said” she said “You know, I would not have come if it hadn’t been for Ritika. She has been the one who had tracked me down and added me to that alumni group on whatsapp. When she came to know that I would be in Hyderabad, she convinced me to attend the Hyderabad alumni chapter meeting” she continued.
“But where is Ritika? I don’t remember seeing her today” I asked
“Oh, she had some last minute emergency. Her mother in law fell down in the bathroom this afternoon. I thought I wouldn’t come but then, having cancelled other appointments for this, I had nothing to do. So I decided to come” she said looking at me.
I was struck by how unusual her eyes were. They were not big, but they were beautifully shaped and they had a piercing gaze.
“Yes, same here. I also had nothing to do. So I decided to come here. I usually don’t attend any of the these alumni events” I said, drawing my eyes away from her.
“What do you do Pradeep” she asked me
“I work for a consulting firm. I did my MBA after college. What about you” I asked
“ I studied law. I practice at the Supreme court” she said
I was not surprised! There was something in me that had guessed she was a woman of substance, the moment I had set my eyes on her this evening.
“I also work pro bono for a NGO that helps abused women” she continued.
“But tell me , do you still draw those cartoons” she asked me with a smile.
I was surprised she remembered! I had not been one of the popular guys in the class. I was an introvert and also a bit of an intellectual snob.
“Oh, I remember. Your cartoons of some people were amazingly like my thoughts about them” she said laughing loudly.
“I wish you had told me. I might have got some more ideas” I said grinning at her.
“ I know the one you had drawn of Sarita. It was inside your practical record ” she replied.
“That was something I did to challenge the frontiers of my creativity. You see, most beautiful women are muses for artists” I said with a wink
“You are too much” she said punching me playfully.
“ I wish you had been my friend” I said without realising it.
“But we can be friends now, cant we?” she asked.
“Yes of course!! Like Sarita, I would consider myself privileged” I said laughing
“ Yes. You should!! I can give you free legal advice” she said with a wink
I don’t know if this was the right time, but I couldn’t help asking her “By the way, why do you have such hard feelings about your friendship with Sarita?”
“How do you think, it feels to be invisible, living in the shadow of a stunning beauty? And that too, in a small town college where most people in your class are probably first time college goers, just coming out of their villages?” she asked sarcastically. “But you know what, I realized much later that it was Sarita who needed my company. She wanted all the attention and the only way she could get it was to be with someone who wouldn’t attract any. Yes, there were other girls in the class who fitted that bill but none of them had the confidence to go to the spaces where she wanted to go to get more attention”
I could sense the hurt that she had been carrying with her all these years. I wanted to reach out to her and say something. But I was afraid that anything I might say now would ruin our newly formed bond.
“Sarita was not a bad sort. She was actually a sweet girl. It was my problem that I was going through an identity crisis. We had some good times together. I even went for her wedding” she said smiling through her tears.
“You mean you went to that awful town again” I asked pretending to look shocked.
“ Ofcourse not! She had a destination wedding at Goa. I went there. She lives in Australia now. We are in touch. And yes, even she does not want to have anything to do with her former admirers ” she said giggling loudly.
“You just broke my heart” I said with a wink.
“ Go to the bar .They might have some fevicol with them. There must be a lot of drunk guys breaking glasses out there” she replied pointing towards the bar.
I couldn’t believe I was sitting here under the stars and having this conversation with Suman Saxena, the dowdy girl from college I never noticed ! I wanted to ask her so much more about herself. But I didn’t know where to start. So I began by asking what I thought was a safe question “How are your parents”
“ Mom is no more. We lost her five years ago to cancer. Dad lives with us in Delhi” she said
I suddenly had this unexplained feeling of jealousy when I heard the word “us”. There had been no “us” for me ever since the day Reena had died in an accident. For the last ten years, it had only been me, Pradeep, living alone in a big apartment . . Dad had lived in his house in the town I did not want to visit and my sister was in Canada. I travelled when I felt like it- mostly alone.
“You must come and visit us if you come to Delhi any time. Her is my address ” said, bringing out a card from her bag and handing it to me.
“Sure. What does your husband do” I asked her
“ I don’t have a husband. I live with Dad and my daughter” she said. Pulling out her phone from her bag she showed me the photograph of a mischievous looking teenager “This is Sona, my daughter. She is sixteen. Isn’t she lovely?”
“She doesn’t look like you. May be like her father?” I said, wondering all the time, why there was no husband. Had she lost him or was she separated ?
“ She does not look like me because she is not my biological daughter. I am not married. ” she explained I guess my surprise must have shown on my face because she said “Pradeep, those days are over when a woman had to be married to be a mother. I realized very early in my life that marriage was not for me. I could not waste my life on being a wife. I wanted to do so much more with it. Dad and Mom were very supportive. As their only child, I suppose they may have had many dreams for me. But I am blessed that they so readily made my dreams as theirs”
I was amazed by this woman. She was the same age as me but her life seemed to have so much more meaning than mine did!
It hit me again- that deep sense of regret that I had not known her when our friendship could have made a difference to both of us. Neither of us had fitted into that college but we could have connected on so many different planes. It would have given some meaning to those years that we had until now, wanted to erase from our memory.
I wanted a second chance. But I wondered how . Would she find my attention annoying. She seemed like a no nonsense woman and I had no intentions of being snubbed if I called her for a chat.
“Pradeep, can you give me your phone number” she asked me. I gave her my card.
“Thanks, I will call you. We should stay in touch. We seem to have so much to talk about” she said getting ready to leave.
“Can I drop you somewhere Suman? I have a car with a driver” I said
“No Pradeep, thank you. The hotel I am staying in has given me a car” she replied.
Ofcourse I should have guessed! She was a high profile lawyer.
“But tell me, do you have some time tomorrow afternoon for lunch? I am free after 11o’clock. My flight to Delhi is only at night ” she said
I could feel my heart soaring with joy! Here was the chance I was craving for !
“Why don’t you come home ? I will cook lunch for us. I can come to your hotel and pick you up” I said
“ No, I will come by myself. Just send me your location details” she replied as I walked with her to the exit.
I was surprised that she had accepted the fact that I could cook in such a matter of fact manner. Most women would have exclaimed about it.
Was I disappointed? No! Just surprised!
But then, I realized that was what was special about her. Her reactions to most things were so unconventional. I watched her get into her car at the portico. Just as I was turning back to go inside, I heard her calling out to me from the window of the car “Bye Pradeep, you better cook me a good lunch tomorrow. It has to compare with my Dad’s culinary skills”
I smiled and shouted back “ I promise I will do my best” !
She was certainly worth it!