Please give a warm welcome to Bindu Midha who is appearing in my Guest Writer Spot for the first time. She has written a lovely piece. Here’s a little bit about her before you read her writing:
A writer, teacher, and blogger, Bindu Midha is also a student at Writers Bureau and is on the verge of completing the Comprehensive Creative Writing Course. Incidents that strum the chords of her heart find an expression in blog posts and sometimes feature as stories on her blog https://creativbent.com/ Occasionally she pens poems too. She eagerly awaits the publication of her first book, which will be out in the markets shortly. In a nutshell, this English teacher of yore has an undying passion for writing.
Effable or Ineffable?
Their day began with a board game! Over a cup of sizzling morning tea, they played Ludo. A game really popular over thirty or forty years ago, when television, mobile phones and the internet were not even a remote dream in our country. And the idea of remotes were equally distant. One had to actually walk up to the radio/music player/tv set to tune it to the frequency desired. Times changed, and inventions ensured the unveiling of the theatre of break-neck advancement.
But they chose to stay in that time and zone. With that Board game. Why? Ludo made them happy. Helped their octogenarian day begin on a youthful, child-like note. It made them feel young, live young. They were the only company they had. Their children, grown up and married, settled as we would say in Indian terms, in distant places across the country. Not that the children and grandchildren wouldn’t visit the biologically ageing couple. Of course, they would. But meeting once in a while isn’t the same as being there all the time, now is it? They chose not to go into a shell of morbidity. Instead they chose each other, all over again! Once again!
They shared an effable love. No sudden declarations, blatant in the face kinds. But a bond, a caring that went beyond words. Ineffable? Yes! Not possible to express their kinship in mere words! Their morning game of Ludo played with dice and pawns communicated way beyond the game itself. Their being by each other in times joyous and sad, lonely and solitary conveyed their kinship and comfort with each other. What else could it possibly be? Expressed through actions. It was education to watch them together, to spend a day in their content company for they completed each other. The difference of nearly seven years between the husband and wife, was not evident in their conversations or their mannerisms or even their thinking. They seemed synchronised in every aspect. A perfect rhythm, a synchrony to emulate. So much was conveyed; yet so little was uttered.
What was it that kept them going? Why wouldn’t they glance yonder, seek companionship in others, look to them for conversation, for fulfilment? They didn’t need to. They were sufficient in themselves. Friends, lovers, husband and wife, companions- no role new to them. None unknown either!
Thus they live and continue to do so. A dream couple? A figment of my imagination? Not at all, the perfect couple! Yes, they do exist, they pretty much live in this world and are a reality. They are as true in their presence as in their rapport with each other. How wonderful! They are the beacon of true love. Sans flowers, sans flowery words, sans ostentation. Simply effable! They are my loving uncle and aunt.