Kitti Marshal Episode 5

Kitti Marshal Episode-5

Iqbal used to drop off Meera at school at 8.15 am, but she would get upset about why he had woke her up fifteen minutes ago. Now, if he stays at home till 8.30 am, the driver of the night shift gets angry; his anger is understandable but not Meera's.

The two friends crossed the ditch-bridge, and Surjit said, "What's tonight's program?" "What else will we drink at night?"

As usual, we drink, but what's the reason for your sadness?" I don't understand. " The same thing happened that was feared. Iqbal thought and firmly resorted to lying and said, "When you are with me physically, mentally, Surjit Singh, how can I be sad?"

"Let's take you to the border today; there's a wedding. First, we'll attend the wedding, and then we'll go to Bhau on his farm, spend the night there and return in the morning with your choice of drugs."

Really?" Iqbal asked. "The wishful serpent fills the water of Bhau." Iqbal was happy. He canceled all the other programs he had thought of and said, "Take me there. I did not take my choice for such a long time. "How much we could get?"

"As much as you could lift, no problem."

"Surjit, I am very happy now."

"Well, then you take rest for a couple of hours. Raji is also waiting for you; we will leave after four or five, maybe six."

Iqbal did not tell Surjit that Raji was not at home. She had just gone to her uncle's home yesterday. Now the concern was that Surjit might not come home later in the afternoon. In India, there is no custom to inform by call before come. Surjit need not come into his house. He thought he would make it a point to go to him before he came. But the problem was how to coordinate the time. I couldn't go much earlier. To hide a truth, one has to tell a hundred lies, and to hide the truth from Surjit meant a bed of thorns. He and Iqbal were well acquainted. Despite pretending to be so happy today, Surjit had said that you look sad. Let's talk to Raji again and see. It is a matter of a few days.

In the lounge of Heathrow Airport, Iqbal had only said, "Look, Raji, I have gone to India because of you. Can't lie even a little bit because of me? Otherwise, I have no personal business." Raji was upset.

"Iqbal, I have always respected you, and this respect will continue. Let me know if there is anything wrong with me in the past, but I can't do it, I don't know. We shouldn't go to Amritsar. Let's go to Chandigarh, stay there, visit Kiratpur and go back to Canada."

"Well, Raji, I don't need your respect; I want to love."

"You haven't left any space for me; tell me, what was my fault?"

"I have a headache. Will you take coffee too?"

"Let's get it. The plane is still an hour and a half away."

"Still only one and a half teaspoons or less?" Iqbal joked patiently, but Raji mocked him and said, "No, that's the same."

Going to the coffee shop, Iqbal wondered how he could come to India and not go to Amritsar. Darbar Sahib did not bow down? Didn't meet Surjit? If so, what will Surjit's face in my heart, would ask?"

He never lied to Surjit, never needed to tell him that he and Raji have broken up. How can he say to him that his daughter Meera doesn't live with him? How can he say to him that he doesn't even know where his teen daughter lives?

How was Meera charged with drugs? How will he explain how it all happened? What were the reasons?

There is nothing wrong with Raji in this whole sequence of events. What should he have done that he could not do? Raji had only taken care of the house, which did not remain after that? No, no, he can't tell all this to Surjit.

Who is there besides Surjit in the world? He will not tolerate this shame. The only way is to convince Raji somehow, who has always supported me. Raji can still stand with me. I have to play way smartly by begging or provoking emotions. By awakening the sleeping woman in her, he can do this for sure.

"Two medium double-doubles, please." He went to the counter of the coffee shop and said. He picked up the cups of coffee and started thinking again. He thought to himself, what are the things that make Raji's sex awake. If he could do that,

his job can be much easier. Even after twenty years of living with Raji,

he could not remember what helped him. Thinking this, he came up with the idea of Satbir. With a single jolt, Satbir's thoughts slipped out of his mind. Lying out was a game for Satbir. Raji always ignored her tricks; she is not a child.

How could she imagine that someone would stay with his wife and not melt away? Who cares! Saying in his heart, he got the idea of Satbir out of his mind. What kind of Satibir is it? Even now, It is unknown at this time what Satbir will do after leaving the terminal. Very hard to understand a woman.

"Very, very hot coffee for you," Iqbal went to Raji and said in a funny tone. Raji grabbed a cup of coffee and tasted the coffee with a small sip. "I don't know what she is thinking at the moment," Iqbal thought. How can I start talking in the right direction? Iqbal realized, without thinking say anything is not possible, that time is gone. Why not begin any topic, and then he could find how to mold the talk according to his convenience during the conversation.

. Yes, that's right.

"How is your friend, who is dancing a lot, what is her name? Yes, you call her Boli, who is hard of hearing now."

"Well, she's taking Arabel's lessons these days. She has already learned Ballet-dance."

"She was the captain of the dancing- team in college and won an inter-varsity medal," Iqbal said.

"How do you know?" Raji sipped coffee and asked with surprise and interest as she often used to ask in a good mood. Iqbal thought the arrow is aimed at the target. " You said it yourself, forgot so soon?"

"Yes, I remember; she was my college-time friend. He also tried to get me on her team. I tried, but I could not learn the folk dance. After a couple of rehearsals, Madam had said, "OK Raji, you can't do it. I will put you in another activity."

Iqbal was very happy. She started talking. He was still wondering what next step would be taken to include Raji in gossips.

"She is in terrible shape these days. She has forgotten to dance. I met her at the Rexdale shrine just a couple of weeks ago.

"Why?" Iqbal expressed concern.

"What else is the problem? Same domestic issues of Punjabi householders. Her husband has become a regular devotee of the gurdwara. Getting spiritual lessons from a saint came from India. Many people became his followers; The Saint has his religious cult in India.

The Saint molded her husband in his way, and now, her husband used to go to Temple two times a day. They were reciting at home too. Now the Saint was compelling him to baptize. Boli's husband was telling his wife to baptize too. Boli went to Temple with her husband but was not ready for religious rituals. Then Boli reduced her visits after a while. Boli and her husband also called the Saint to their home for religious lunch, but Boli did it for her husband.

"It's a good thing, then why bother? The path of God is met with luck. ”Iqbal asked to follow Raji.

"The problem is now, her husband says, we should take the religious Amrit from the Saint.

Boli refused to do that; she claimed, if we have to, we should do according to our religion."

"But what is the problem with the Saint. Maybe the Saint blessed her with Hearing energy, and she could listen properly in future."

"It is your worst habit in life. You don't listen to others seriously and cheaply start your comedy. Never pay attention to what others think about your remarks. Even those which have no meaning at all. Considering yourself smart, when do you get rid of the next one, you know what others feel?"

"But Boli is not sitting here. Who will listen? And even she would be sitting too, who cares?"

"Very funny," Raji objected.

"No, I didn't mean that. Thankfully Boli didn't sit down here besides us. "

"But I'm just sitting here, listening. Isn't that enough for you?"

"What's the matter with you?" Iqbal made his jokes but rejected the marks of others.

The weight came down, and he felt like an orphan.

"Why not?" It is in your heart to say whatever you want to a woman. The woman is second only to man. Stupid people think that you are a man raising the voice of women's rights. It is your hypocrisy. I was right to say that you are Hippocrates number one."

Iqbal got a little angry. He did not believe that he was Hippocrates; it was too much for him.

"There was movement in the lounge. The plane was two and a half hours late. The air hostess was wishing everyone well and apologize for the late flight. They crawled into their seats. Raji was carrying the weight of their handbags again.

Iqbal did not help her but feel demoralized. He was disturbed. What he thought was not happening. He was confused and again believe that woman is not hen.

whenever you twist her neck. He thought, for a while now, he has not touched on any issue. Boli had come in and chopped up all his work.

Iqbal asked himself what he said. Where is Baba, where is Boli, where is his baptized husband? All of them mixed in his mind.

He touched the wrong topic addressing the lousy logic. If he were on the right track, maybe I should have kissed Raji's hand by now. With a kiss of the hand, it is believed in their relationship that everything is back to normal.

This hand-kissing was their salvation. The forehead kiss, Iqbal doesn't think that opportunity will come yet.