Sanjukta Das
Tara and her grandmother resided in the coastal village of Navipur, situated very close to a lively creek. Tara’s father harboured the desire to transform their ancestral property into an Airbnb, inspired by the flourishing trend of bed and breakfast businesses in India. He chose to name it “Tara Lodge” in honour of his only daughter, Tara.
At the time, Tara was in her mid-thirties, while her octogenarian grandmother, with a penchant for styling her short grey-cropped hair, took pleasure in personally welcoming and interacting with the lodge’s visitors.
Tara found herself compelled to relocate to Navipur after tragically losing both her parents in a cruel car accident. Mr. and Mrs. Singh had been returning home from a card party in Lucknow, accompanied by Rana, their drunken driver. Rana, growing impatient while waiting for his Saab and Memsaab, plunged into the festive spirit of Diwali during that time and forgot all about his liquor intake.
A year later, Tara disembarked from the train in Navipur, determined to pursue her father’s dream. The ancestral property had undergone significant improvements – new shutters adorned every window, wicker chairs were refurbished, and the bedrooms boasted floral-printed bed sheets. A lavish money plant in a brass urn now graced each room, positioned strategically next to the mirror beside a lamp shade from Khadi India.
Accompanied by her paternal grandmother, they decided to stay in the property to lend support to one another. Demonstrating her artistic flair, Tara adorned each room with colorful paintings by renowned modern Indian artists. These paintings, originally intended for her future apartment in Mumbai, were cherished dreams from her past. Choosing handmade pottery over the plain white cups and saucers purchased by her mother for serving guests, Tara infused her artistic spirit into every aspect of the lodge.
Tara cherished her office room, adorned with fresh flowers in a terracotta urn, regularly changed by her Dadi ma, her grandmother. Her personal computer graced an ancestral table, becoming the focal point of her attention after her morning jog. These days, Tara found herself glued to the screen, diligently working on the redesign of the Tara Lodge website as suggested by her digital marketer to attract more visitors.
It was a sunny Sunday morning, a jeep drove in and a photographer, equipped with numerous lenses and a camera bag, arrived to stay as a guest at Tara Lodge. While signing in, he casually mentioned to the senior Mrs. Singh, “My wife will be joining me in a few days.” Instantly recognizing the voice, Tara ran to the window to see if her guess was right. “Is this true? What are the odds that Abhi would choose this place for his photography destination?” thought Tara, confused and overwhelmed, returning to her screen, trying to figure out what her reaction should be.
Three evenings later, in a small coastal town, Tara’s heart raced as she locked eyes with a man who was no longer hers. The gushing creek seemed to hush the whispers of confusion, tempting her to break free from the confines of her life at “Tara Lodge.” Aware that he had been married for the past five years, she still found herself on a moonlit pebbled path that fateful evening, hand in hand with him, fueled by desire and curiosity.
As the shimmering water of the creek flowed with vigour and enthusiasm, creating passionate cascades over rocks and pebbles, crashing and falling, they dared to delve into conversations about their lives once again. At that moment, under the moonlight, they kissed with a familiar passion reminiscent of their Art College days. It was a forbidden path leading them into the unknown. Their stolen moments ignited a passion that defied reason, and they clung to each other as the world they knew began to crumble.
It was still dark, before dawn, Grandmother Singh dispatched Ramu with a lantern and a feeble torch, calling out, “Tara Didiiiii! Come back home. Dadima is very worried!”
Reality swiftly caught up with them, laying bare the painful complexities of their choice. The affair, which initially held the allure of freedom, had ensnared them in a web of heartache. They began to question whether the thrill of walking on the pebbled path leading to the creek was truly worth the price they had to pay.
Four days later, Tara warmly greeted Nisha, Abhi’s wife, with a tight hug.
The next few days unfolded with the poignant spectacle of Nisha and Abhi venturing out together for photography every morning after breakfast, followed by evenings spent playing board games. Tara, amidst her many mistakes, felt the weight of Nisha’s discerning gaze, silently conveying, “She is smarter than this, I thought.”
As the final morning arrived, Nisha and Abhi prepared to embark on their last photo shoot. Tara emerged from her office to bid them farewell, clad in a handloom material top paired with jeans. Alone on the portico, Abhi waited for Nisha, who hurried back to their room to retrieve her Fitbit watch. Observing Tara, Abhi remarked, “Wow, you still have this top? You look the same! What was the name of that village where those women ran the handloom yarn centre?”
“Bassipur,” Tara responded.
In a heartbeat, the realization dawned upon both of them that a third person had been privy to the question and its response.
Nisha, having come back to secure the room key from her backpack on the cane reclining chair on the verandah, stood frozen.
The trio locked eyes, and an oppressive silence descended, so deafening that even the roar of the gushing creek became audible in the background.
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This was written so beautifully I genuinely am aching to see what happens next! The descriptions allow me to see all of the precious details of the setting as if I’m reliving my own memory, and you empathize with the protagonist 100% despite her questionable actions. Genuinely can’t wait to read more!!!
A beautiful and sensitive piece of writing
Dearest Meher,
I hope this message finds you well! I wanted to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude for your incredibly kind and uplifting comment on my recent story blog post.
Your thoughtful words brought such warmth to my heart and truly made my day brighter. Knowing that you took the time to read and engage with my story means the world to me. Your genuine support and encouragement are a testament to the power of connection through storytelling. As a writer, there’s nothing more rewarding than knowing that my words have resonated with someone from the next generation. I am so touched. Thank you so much Meher!
Beautiful. Though the place has a sedated background but there had been hidden undercurrents among Tara,;Abhi and Nisha very nicely potraited.
Dearest Arunava Da, How kind of you to leave your thoughts here! Please know that your presence and participation in my writing journey are deeply valued and appreciated. I am genuinely grateful for your continued support and for stopping by to read and leave your thoughts as well. You have no idea how uplifted I feel with your validation. Deepest regards.
So captivating yet so smooth…loved it…love the similes and metaphors as well…such classic use of English cab only come from you! Can’t wait for what happens next….!!
Dearest Subarna, As a writer, there’s nothing more rewarding than knowing that my words have resonated with someone like you, who enjoys blogging and writing like me. Your insight and perspective add richness to our online community, and your presence enriches our conversations in ways that I deeply appreciate. What a privilege it is to have been your teacher. Best blessings always, Sanjukta Ma’m
A beautiful piece of writing . Sensitive and poignant .
Hello Piyali, Thank you for not only reading my story but also for sharing your thoughts and reflections. Your feedback motivates me to continue writing and sharing stories that inspire, uplift, and connect us all. Best regards to you.
Such a delightful read. You had me at, “They began to question whether the thrill of walking on the pebbled path leading to the creek was truly worth the price they had to pay.” The way you intricately wove Tara’s passion with the creek sound in the previous paragraph, and brought back the reader to reality with the above sentence speaks volumes about your skills. Keep writing :-).
Beautifully written Sanjukta di. It grabbed my attention right from the beginning of the story. I like the sensitivity and thoughtfulness with which you have developed your characters and their interpersonal relationship with each other. The backdrop you painted with your words is so beautiful that I am tempted to find where Navipur is or is this a fictitious name? I feel like being a guest at Tara Lodge too. 😁 I hope there will be a part 2 with regard to Tara’s journey. Loved it and looking forward to more stories from you. 💖
Dearest Piyali,
I hope this note finds you well! I wanted to take a moment to express my sinceremost gratitude for the incredibly warm and thoughtful comment you left on my February Story post. Your kind words truly touched my heart and brightened my day in ways I cannot fully express. Knowing that my words resonated with you and sparked a positive response means more to me than you can imagine. Your support and encouragement are the fuel that keeps my passion for writing alive. Lovingly, S’Di
What a beautiful piece to start with . Coming to the relationship chapter later. The very description of the Lodge and how Tara tried to do it up with aesthetics is making me dream of being in such a place, the creek, the Lodge, the ambience, can a destination be any better than this !
The finely woven web of the relationship and it’s undercurrents and the too soon to come threat leaves me yearning for more and take it from there . I am actually eager to know the writer’s take on the story and it’s conclusion. Take me there dear author
Dearest Prantika,
It’s readers like you who remind me of the beauty and power of connection through storytelling. Your engagement not only encourages me to continue sharing my thoughts and experiences but also inspires me to delve deeper into topics that matter most to all of us… Relationships, Connections…
Thank you so much for stopping by to read and sharing your thoughts. Means the world to me. Sincerely, S’Di
The story’s narration took me to the tranquil Tara lodge. I can imagine myself in that surrounding and the aura that place is holding.
Loved the contemporary and sensitive narrative