The Turning - Chapter One

June 13, 1994

The last of the mourners had left, and brother and sister at last had the house to themselves. Except for their mother's brother and his wife, who had come over from Calcutta and would be staying with them till at least the twelfth day ceremonies were over; and their cousin, their father's eldest brother's son, Sunil.
Arun Khanna poured himself his third cup of coffee in the last about fifteen minutes. He badly wanted a drink, but somehow felt awkward to ask his nephew for one. Vinod seemed even more unnaturally detached than he remembered. As for Nivedita ... he looked at her uneasily. Then his eyes met his wife's and he gave her a slight, reassuring smile. Sunil looked at his watch pointedly a few times, then announced pompously that he'd be taking his leave. He had a busy day ahead of him!
Arun Khanna glanced at him amusedly. "Going to the factory, Sunil?"
Sunil looked up defensively. His small workshop, where he manufactured hair-dye, of all things, was a bit of a joke in the family. Only Vinod took some interest in it from time to time, dropping in at the workshop off and on. It was quite close by, just across the street. And Vinod was quite friendly with Sunil, who minted a lot of money thanks to the universal human desire to combat overt manifestations of the ageing process. He ignored Arun, nodded to Vinod, and made good his escape.
Suchitra Khanna was determinedly trying to engage Nivedita in low-voiced conversation, not seeming to be put off by the monosyllabic responses of her niece. Arun took this opportunity to move closer to his nephew, who was standing by himself, now that Sunil had left.
"She seems all right now," began Arun tentatively, in a low voice.
"But don't you think you should give her something? To calm her
nerves, y’know!”
Vinod looked across at Nivedita. She’ll be Okay,” he said curtly.
“You honestly think so? After that exhibition?” persisted Arun, his voice reflecting a tinge of distaste.
“She’s a bit overwrought at Mama’s suicide. You can’t blame her for going a it berserk when Father turned up at the funeral!”
I can understand her resentment towards your father. After all, your mother was my only sister. But need Nivedita have washed all that family linen at the funeral, in front of everyone? I had no inkling of what was coming, when she saw Prakash, and suddenly let fly!”
“She’s never been able to get over Father deserting Mama, changing his religion to be able to marry that other woman,” said Vinod, his tone expressionless. “When he suddenly turned up at Mama’s funeral, after all these years, she took his presence here at such a time as an insult to Mama’s memory.”
As Arun looked rather doubtful, Vinod went on, “You see, she’s always blamed Dina for everything. For Father leaving Mama, his leaving us, his conversion ... that is something Nivedita has never been able to understand or forgive. His conversion somehow muddled up Nivedita’s own psyche, her own sense of identity. And now, she blames Dina for Mama’s suicide.”
“But surely Karuna’s suicide could have had nothing to do with Prakash leaving her for Dina, years ago?
“You can never tell,” said Vinod, adding thoughtfully, “It was this day, ten years ago,. That Father left us to get married to another woman. Mama had always refused to talk about either Father or Dina. But she has never been the same, since. I don’t think she ever forgave either of them. Nivedita realized that. That’s why over the years she has worked herself up to a morbid hatred for them both. Especially Dina. It’s become a sort of an obsession with her.”

“Haven’t you and Nivedita kept in touch with Prakash after he married again?”
“For both Mama and Nivedita, he was dead.”
“And you?” asked Arun curiously.
Vinod shrugged. “I haven’t really bothered, one way or another. He’s been sending the monthly cheques to me - `guilt money’, Nivedita calls it – as Mama refused to accept anything sent in her name.”
“Is the amount adequate?”
“Quite,” shrugged Vinod. The gesture conveyed the dissatisfaction the word tried to cover. “In these last ten years he has become a very rich man, you know! And quite an important one.” He couldn’t help adding, “Dina’s a lucky woman!”

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