Friday, 14 July 2017

PART 4 : Ehsaas

Riddhima reached home, but was still dazed by the incident in Armaan's room. She looked at the drooping rose in her hand and held it close to her nostrils. She took a whiff and shut her eyes; there was something special about the fragrance of this rose, "kya hai yeh? Harr gulab ek sa hi hota hai, par iss gulab ki khushboo jaise mere dil tak pahunch rahi ho,"


"Riddhima! Beti tu aa gayi?" Padma came out and saw Riddhima standing with her eyes closed and smelling a rose, "kya hua? Yeh gulab kisney diya? Aise aankhein kyon bandh kar rakhi hain?"

Riddhima came out of her trance-like state and opened her eyes, "Oh Maa…yeh..yeh mere ek student ne diya hai….bahut acchi khushboo hai iski…lo aap bhi sungh lo…," Riddhima held the rose in front of her mother.

"Khushboo tho acchi hai, par aisi koi khaas baat bahin hai…..jaise sab gulabon mein hoti hai waisi hi hai…" Padma commented

"Maa…..aap nahin samjhogi….," Riddhima took the flower to her room and safely put it away between the pages of her diary.


NEXT FEW DAYS:

Armaan was worried that after the rose incident, Riddhima would misconstrue his intentions and get upset with him again. He did not see her much, as she was busy with school and shuffling between the two homes. He was relieved when one day he bumped into her in the clinic. She was arranging a bouquet of roses in a vase.

"Hmm…..lagta hai tumhey gulab kuch zyaada pasand aane lage hain….pehle tho kabhie yahan phool sajaaye nahin tumney?" Armaan came behind her as she arranged the flowers.

Riddhima just blushed, "lagta hai is saal bahaar jaldi aa gayi hai…..baahar garden mein itne phool khil rahe hain ki socha kyon na aap doctors ki zindagi ko thodi khushboo se bhar dee jaaye…"

"Doctors ki chinta tum kyon karti ho? We can take care of ourselves!" Armaan tried to provoke her and put his bag down to sit down on his chair. He was pleased that Riddhima was still her cheerful self and not mad at him anymore, but she turned around and snapped, "so be it doctor!" and left.


Armaan was disappointed to see her leave, "oh no!…yeh itni jaldi gussa kyon ho jaati hai? Naak parr tho jaise makhhi baithi rehti hai!" He had anxiously waited for this moment, when he could be with her or talk with her, or simply just listen to her blabber. He just sighed and got down to work.


Armaan was beginning to get a hang of the routine and working style of Dr Misra and this small town. He had decided to stop comparing the facilities and technology available in Mumbai with what was available here in Ramgarh. He was learning how to diagnose, treat and cure with minimal ancillary help and rely more on his clinical acumen and gut feel. He did not mind taking care of non-surgical cases now, as he knew that was part of his job. In fact, he even started enjoying treating the patient as a whole, rather than just focusing on his surgical organ or ailment.

The patients were beginning to trust and like him more and more every day.

Armaan stopped challenging Dr Misra and Lovely about their methodology, instead he kept a running list of equipment, medications and supplies he needed. He had decided to go to the nearest big city one of these days and purchase what he needed himself, instead of complaining and demanding it from the staff here.

Riddhima had not accompanied him to deliveries or house calls in a while. How he wished, he had respected her skills and willingness to help, then she would still be going with him everywhere. Riddhima on the other hand was relieved that she had one less thing to do, although she kind of missed Armaan's wrath-kuch tho apna pan hai uski daant mein bhi…..mann karta hai wo phir waise hi daante mujhey…..



One day, when Armaan was alone at the clinic, a middle-aged lady walked in, "bhaiyya…bhaiyya! Kahan hai aap?"

Armaan got up from his seat and greeted the pleasant looking lady, "aaiye….aap kisey dhoond rahi hai aunty?"

"Arre…tum naye Dr ho na? Dr Malik?"

"Jee!" Armaan said politely

"Mera naam Padma hai…mai Dr Misra ki behen hoon…mooh boli behen…."

"Namaste aunty….tho kya aap Riddhima ki?…." Armaan asked cautiously

"Haan…wo meri beti hai….bataa rahi thi tumhare baare mein…." Padma smiled and sat down

Armaan asked nervously, "kya keh rahi thi mere baare mein?"

"Yahi ki bahut gussa karta hai….par tum tho bilkul waise nahin ho…" Padma gave him an affectionate look

"Aunty….yeh tho wo hua, ulta chor kotwaal ko daante….wo baat hi aisi karti hai ki mujhey gussa aa jaata hai…" Armaan frowned

"Beta…wo bachpan se hi aisi hai…uski baaton ka bura mat maan na….wo jitni jaldi gussa hoti hai, utni jaldi pighal bhi jaati hai…" Padma defended her daughter


"Oh really? Ab aap bataaiye kaise aana hua?" Armaan asked. He knew Padma was right about Riddhima's temper, but he acted as if he was unaware.

"Beta…bhaiyya mere blood pressure ka ilaaj kar rahe hain….par iss dawa se kuch faayda nahin ho raha….mere roz sar mein dard hota hai, aur Riddhima mera BP check karti hai, abhi bhi bahut zyaada aata hai…." Padma complained


Armaan examined her and checked her medications, "aunty, yeh dawa ab koi istemaal nahin karta….main aapko doosri dawa likh deta hoon….ho sakta hai wo yahan na miley, main weekend par paas ke kisi badhe sheher jaa raha hoon….aapke liye le aaoonga…."

"Arre…itni takleef mat karna beta!" Padma said

"Takleef ki koi baat nahin, mujhey aur saaman bhi laana hai…" Armaan reassured her

"Waise is saturday ko Riddhima bhi Atul se milne Pune jaa rahi hai…." Padma said

"Pune? Oh! Yeh Atul kaun hai?" Armaan got a little worried.

"Atul? Wo meri behen ka ladka hai….Riddhima usey rakshabandhan par rakhi nahin baandh paayi thi kyunki wo London mein tha….iss liye ab jaa rahi hai…."


Armaan took a sigh of relief and had an idea, "waise auntie main bhi Pune jaane ki hi soch raha tha….train se sirf 4 ghante lagte hain…hai na?…hum day trip lagaa sakte hain."


"Aisa karo, tum Riddhima ke saath hi chale jao….mujhey waise bhi usey akele bhejne main darr lagta hai…" Padma was pleased that her young daughter would have company.


Armaan was in seventh heaven; he did not know why, but the thought of spending a whole day with Riddhima excited him a lot. He had never felt this way about anyone before; he had always been too focused on himself and his career-everyone else was always incidental in his life, but Riddhima……what was special about her?


Riddhima reluctantly agreed, 'theek hai maa….parr saare raaste mujhey daant tha raha tho?"

"Theek hai sun lena daant! Tujh se umar mein kam se kam 3-4 saal badha hai, aur doctor bhi hai!" Padma explained

"Maa…doctor hai, bhagwan nahin! Bahut ghamand hai usey apne doctor hone ka, sochta hai hum chote sheher waale sab ganwaar hote hain…" Riddhima frowned.

"Bahut accha ladka hai wo…..kitna aadar kiya tha mera…..Ab jaldi tayyar ho jaa….Atul ke liye mithai bhi laani hai…" Padma scolded her.


"Sab log mujhpar naaraz hote rehtey hain!" Riddhima stomped out in fury. Although, she was visibly unhappy about traveling with Armaan, a part of her was in seventh heaven-she was craving to be with him, she had goose bumps just thinking about it.

The train journey was a pleasant ride through the open country.


Riddhima and Armaan sat across from each other in the train. Both pretended that they were reading a book, but kept checking each other out, glancing each other furtively.


"Aaj itni chup kaise ho?" Armaan finally spoke.

"Kyunki maine kuch keh diya, aur aapko pasand nahin aaya, tho aap phir daant dengey mujhey!" Riddhima said

"Lekin mujhey nahin lagta ki tumhey kisi se darr lagta hai….." Armaan smiled and put his book down

"Darr nahin lagta, parr aap jaise ghamandi logon ke mooh nahin lagti main!" Riddhima gave him sharp look.

Armaan rested his elbows on his knees and bent forward towards her face, "tho kiske mooh lagti ho tum?"

Riddhima buried her face in her book and mumbled, "aapke tho bilkul nahin!"

Armaan smiled, sat up straight and picked his book again.

They both went into their imaginary world, as this song plays in the background, reflecting their feelings:

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-12216.html

Kishore: Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye na
Kishore: Suniye
Kehte, Sunte, Baaton Baaton Mein Pyar Ho Jaayega

They arrived in Pune and went to the drug store to pick up all the supplies. Armaan also picked up Padma's medicines. The pharmacist picked his calculator to make the bill. Armaan was amazed that Riddhima was able to mentally calculate the amount that they owed faster than the pharmacist could punch in the keys.

"Wow! Are you sure you are not a math teacher?" Armaan was pleasantly surprised

"Dr Malik….one learns to be a Jack of all trades in a small town!"

Armaan knew this was a jab at him because he had been hesitant in treating patients who had a problem outside his surgical expertise. He just shook his head and thought, "this girl will always make sure that I stay grounded on my feet….and I like that…"

Kishore: Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye na
Kishore: Suniye
Kehte, Sunte, Baaton, Baaton Mein Pyar Ho Jaayega
Pyar Ho Jaayega

They had to cross a busy highway in Pune. Armaan noticed that Riddhima was a little anxious about crossing the multilane road.

"Kya hua? Darr gayi? Lo mera haath pakad lo…," Armaan did not give her a chance and grabbed her hand authoritatively and crossed the highway with her.

Yeh Pehli Nazar Ka Uff Kya Asar Hai
Tumhari Kasam Dagmagaaye Se Hum Hai
Asha: La La La La La
Kishore: Nahin Jispe Qaabu Yeh Hai Kaisa Jaadu
Mere Liye To Sach Bhi Bharam Hai
Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye na
Kishore: Suniye
Kehte, Sunte, Baaton, Baaton Mein Pyar Ho Jaayega
Pyar Ho Jaayega


"Tum chote sheher waalon ki yahi problem hai….ek sadak cross karne mein darr jaate ho!" Armaan teased Riddhima.

"Aap badhe sheher waalon ki problem hai ki aap itne badhe hote nahin hai, jitna dikhava karte hain!" Riddhima snapped back.


Ghata Chand Bijli Barkha Pawan Mein
Shaamil Ho Tum Meri Har Kalpana Mein
Asha: Taareef Meri Itni Karo Na
Udne Lagun Main Kahin Aasman Mein
Kishore: Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye aha
Kishore: Suniye
Kehte, Sunte, Baaton, Baaton Mein Pyar Ho Jaayega
Pyar Ho Jaayega

They reached the other side of the road.

Armaan was still holding on to her hand; he looked into her eyes and softly said, "tum chote sheher waale bhi itne chote nahin hote hain, jitna dikhte hain…," he scrutinized her thin frame from head to toe with his piercing eyes. Riddhima shivered a little and avoided his gaze; she gently released her sweaty palm from his hands and looked away, "chaliye…Atul bhaiyya ke yahan chalte hain…"



Tumhari Ada Hai Woh Sabse Judaa Hai
Chaaha Hai Tumko Isi Vaaste
Asha: Hum Bekhabar Hain Tum Besabar Ho
Us Pe Hain Dekho Naye Raaste
Kishore: Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Kehte, Sunte, Baaton, Baaton Mein Pyar Ho Jaayega
Pyar Ho Jaayega
Kishore: Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Suniye
Asha: Kahiye
Kahiye
Kishore: Suniye
Kehte, Sunte, Baaton, Baaton Mein Pyar Ho Jaayega
Pyar Ho Jaayega

The song played in the background as they took an auto to Atul's house.


…to be continued….

 Sangeeta

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