Last night bed story

It was another way back journey to my college after summer vacation from my home town to Kolhapur, around 100km away. I used to read books during travel. However the story was different, not in the book I was reading but of course happened during my short journey. A girl, age around 24 with average look, seated beside me in the bus. She was little curious about the book I was reading and asked me about the book. I told her a little about the book and conversation turned to personal as she asked me about ongoing schooling, hometown, etc.

I used to talk with person beside me during travel, however most of the time I restrict to talk with male co-travelers. Here story was different, a girl beside was so talk-active and never hesitating to ask question to anonymous person like me, even during travel. As she asking me question, I showed some courtesy and ask few questions to her as well. Here I started with which college she studying. And you cannot believe, apart from answer to my question, the explanation I received was so lengthy to prove that she is typical girl, a talk active girl who stopped only after I reach near to Kolhapur.

She said that she was pursuing architecture study and staying in Kolhapur since last three years. She was recently married and it was her love marriage. I wondered as she exploring that she got married to son of corporator from my hometown where she used to visit on weekends as she still finishing her studies. On top of that she explained how she got introduced with this boy, her husband via one of her college friend.

She was talking uninterrupted and explained how a simple friendship turned to late night conversations and finally to marriage. She was accepting that she was not looking good as her boyfriend was. And how her friends and classmates were jealousy on their relationship. After marriage even her class-teacher says “Tu jari changali disat nasali tari, mulaga khup changala patawala tu, to pan nagar-sevakacha.” meaning “You are not looking good, however you managed to marry with son of corporator.” It was painful for her to listen such comments in college and wanted to finish graduation as early as possible.

On top of this conversation, she revealed some secrets of typical boy-friend who turned to became husband. She was explaining that before marriage her husband talk over phone till late night and used to travel 100km to meet her by skipping his friends. However situation changed after marriage, he partying with friends and came home late even she was visiting on weekends only. I puzzling a girl whom I met an hour ago who putting her sequence of life stories one after another next to a strange person. However I found her love story interesting as she told me that she had fight with her husband last night on the bed by showing injury mark on her hand. I was more curious about their fight and never refused myself to ask the reason of fight. Although I said it is not necessary to give me explanation. She elaborate with tearful eyes that her husband went to visit Mahalaxmi temple in Kolhapur with his friends yesterday. So she planned to have dinner with him at home as she confident that her husband will come to home for dinner. Even he promised dinner with her when he left in the morning. However her husband return only after having dinner with his friends whereas she was waiting late night for dinner with him. On top of that he took non-veg meal making her angrier as she was expecting he should have veg meal post visit to temple. This anger turn to fight in their bed room at second floor and she tried to jump from there. However her husband managed to caught her causing minor scratches on her hand. At the end she said that she wear full sleeves dress to hide injuries from her in-laws. I thought so caring daughter-in-law.

Meanwhile, we reached almost in Kolhapur. I was thinking to ask her why she explaining everything to a strange person like me. But as I told you earlier, she was so talk active. She said, I understood you might be thinking why I am telling everything to you. I mumbled how she able to read my mind. She continued, she belongs to Baramati, almost 500km from Kolhapur. As she did love marriage, everyone from her home stopped speaking or calling to her and no one around to share such things in nearby locality. She found a good friend in mine to speak loud and freely what her state of love-life going through since her marriage. I found she was little relieved when she step down at University.

Moral of the story is simply stated in famous quote in Hindi “Khola hota dil dosto ke saath, to kholana na padata aaj avajaro ke saath”. So keep sharing, keep speaking freely till you feel relieved, no matter where are you or with whom you are.