She wiped his face with her sari-end and brushed his lips with a light kiss and stepped back. And he opened the door, stepped out and was gone; she being stayed back on her doorstep, with an all accomplished smile painted to her lips.
*
As Mohan boarded the train in the next station, after the one by which that thatched house teashop was, he landed into a compartment where a girl with a known face was sitting. It was none other than Kala the teashop thatched house girl. He wanted to hide somewhere, at that instant, but dropped the idea immediately. She then noticed him and rushed into his arms. Luckily the train was almost empty and none were there in their compartment. Breaking her hug, she opened her bag, took out his purse and showed him their family photo.
– So, you’re my runaway brother, aren’t you?
– Yes, I am. I too came to know it when I picked up your face from Mala’s wedding album.
– Oh! You are then running away once again from me. Do you know how come I am on this train? I’m heading to the address that I found in your purse. Alright, then, if you’re on the runaway, I’ll get down at next station and return alone.
– Don’t blame me. I never thought you would ever come to know about me. Actually, I was afraid of your feelings, if you happened to know. That’s why.
– But what was done by us was done, knowing not our real relationship.
– Is that so simple? Don’t you mind it then?
– All I mind, now, is that I have back my once lost brother.
He was sitting there like an idiot. She left him to brood on it and went away, saying she was going to the toilet. The train was crossing a bridge. He thought his heart was so noisy that it would be difficult to calm it down. He wrestled within himself without knowing what. He chained his luggage under the seat and he was standing, next minute, outside the toilet door, glancing this way and that way. Nobody was there to watch.
One of the toilet doors opened then and his sister was about to come out. He pushed her back into the toilet and locked the door from within. Then, in a hushed up voice he talked.
– You want to get back to your husband?
– What’s the idea?
– I couldn’t come out of the days and ways I spent with you. Simply I couldn’t.
– Poor soul!
– Mala is fucking her own brother Kumar, you know.
– What?
– I saw it with my own eyes, last night. They are doing it for twelve years now. Kumar refused to marry you because of his love with his sister; nothing to do with your pockmarks, I heard him saying.
– Oh, I see!
– And even her first daughter was from his seeds, conceived before her marriage. And they are at it now for one more child.
– Unbelievable. Yet I believe by the reason why Kumar remains unmarried. It’s horny to learn him giving his sister child after child.
– Same way I can open up your womb, I promise. You can have babies; plenty. Be my wife, rest of my life.
– Oh my…you hook me by my weak spot. Take me then. Take me with you all the way. My husband will never come to know that I have run away with my own brother to bear him children.
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