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Saravanan saw his wife sitting slumped on the floor. Her face was ravaged with sorrow. There seemed to be no life left in her body. This was the one aspect that Saravanan had feared. How is she going to take this all in.
“Meera,” he softly called out.
He saw her body stiffen on hearing his voice. She did not move and seemed to be frozen in time.
“Meera,” he called out again.
Again, it took a few minutes before she slowly turned and looked at his face. In space of this half an hour her face had undergone such a dramatic change. Gone was bright beautiful face. Instead her eyes seemed to be hollow pool without ant light in them. Her face swollen from her tears. Even her facial muscles seem to have lost their firmness. When she saw his face, she finally lost all the will within her. She had made a tremendous effort to keep control of herself when Prabu was here but now all her emotion burst out unmanageable by the sorrow that was consuming her from within.
She shrieked out, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she wailed not being able to see the loving man to whom she had caused so much of heartache and pain. Even now when he had looked at her face there was no hint of anger or admonishment in those eyes. Only kindness and concern for her in spite of her dreadful and shameful behaviour. She had violated all the sacred trust that had united them in marriage all these years and she had done it willingly as lust had overwhelmed all the values with which she had been brought up.
“Why…why…why….she kept shaking her head violently as she cried.
Saravanan went close to her wanting to place a consoling hand on her. She aggressively jerked away from him in horror before he could touch her. When she saw the hurt in her husband’s eyes when she did that she was consumed with grief. He must have thought that she did not even want him to touch her anymore. He was right in that but for not the reason he must be thinking.
“No…no.. you must not touch me. Your fingers should never have to touch this unclean body again,” she sobbed as she looked at him pleadingly.
“Don’t say that Meera….” Saravanan started to say but she cut him off.
“No.. no…,” she pleaded, my filthy stench would stick to you. I don’t deserve any kindness from you. It’s causing a searing pain in my heart every time I think how deeply I had hurt you.
She was again taken up by a paroxysm of sobbing that shook her whole body. It took her awhile to recover from it.
Saravanan sat beside her careful not to touch her. She was at the movement very grief stricken and there must be intense self hate within her. He needed to be very patient for her at the moment.
“It’s okay Meera, calm yourself. We cannot change the past. Nothing to be gained by it. Let’s see what is to be done going forward,” he spoke gently.
She looked up at him, her face deeply lined with sorrow. “How did you bear all this humiliation. I don’t want to live anymore .. if you had beaten me to death I would have gladly died in your hands.”
“No Meera, maybe I too didn’t take care of you properly, I am not completely blameless.”
“No.. no.. ,” Meera shrieked, “ never .. don’t ever say. It’s all my fault. I don’t deserve a good man like you… don’t ever blame yourself, I can’t stand to hear that.”
There was silence for a while. She continued sobbing and Saravanan was patient letting her get to some semblance of self-control.
“Meera,” he softly called out.
He saw her body stiffen on hearing his voice. She did not move and seemed to be frozen in time.
“Meera,” he called out again.
Again, it took a few minutes before she slowly turned and looked at his face. In space of this half an hour her face had undergone such a dramatic change. Gone was bright beautiful face. Instead her eyes seemed to be hollow pool without ant light in them. Her face swollen from her tears. Even her facial muscles seem to have lost their firmness. When she saw his face, she finally lost all the will within her. She had made a tremendous effort to keep control of herself when Prabu was here but now all her emotion burst out unmanageable by the sorrow that was consuming her from within.
She shrieked out, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she wailed not being able to see the loving man to whom she had caused so much of heartache and pain. Even now when he had looked at her face there was no hint of anger or admonishment in those eyes. Only kindness and concern for her in spite of her dreadful and shameful behaviour. She had violated all the sacred trust that had united them in marriage all these years and she had done it willingly as lust had overwhelmed all the values with which she had been brought up.
“Why…why…why….she kept shaking her head violently as she cried.
Saravanan went close to her wanting to place a consoling hand on her. She aggressively jerked away from him in horror before he could touch her. When she saw the hurt in her husband’s eyes when she did that she was consumed with grief. He must have thought that she did not even want him to touch her anymore. He was right in that but for not the reason he must be thinking.
“No…no.. you must not touch me. Your fingers should never have to touch this unclean body again,” she sobbed as she looked at him pleadingly.
“Don’t say that Meera….” Saravanan started to say but she cut him off.
“No.. no…,” she pleaded, my filthy stench would stick to you. I don’t deserve any kindness from you. It’s causing a searing pain in my heart every time I think how deeply I had hurt you.
She was again taken up by a paroxysm of sobbing that shook her whole body. It took her awhile to recover from it.
Saravanan sat beside her careful not to touch her. She was at the movement very grief stricken and there must be intense self hate within her. He needed to be very patient for her at the moment.
“It’s okay Meera, calm yourself. We cannot change the past. Nothing to be gained by it. Let’s see what is to be done going forward,” he spoke gently.
She looked up at him, her face deeply lined with sorrow. “How did you bear all this humiliation. I don’t want to live anymore .. if you had beaten me to death I would have gladly died in your hands.”
“No Meera, maybe I too didn’t take care of you properly, I am not completely blameless.”
“No.. no.. ,” Meera shrieked, “ never .. don’t ever say. It’s all my fault. I don’t deserve a good man like you… don’t ever blame yourself, I can’t stand to hear that.”
There was silence for a while. She continued sobbing and Saravanan was patient letting her get to some semblance of self-control.