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Chapter VII: The Disaster Part I



 His father was a tough man. He started scolding Tashi with all his might. From the look of his face, I could see how frustrated he was to know that his son has failed to get a job. I could not listen anymore. It was the saddest day of my life.

“You two had been in relationship since the college days? What the hell has happened to youths of today? They want to marry when they can’t even feed their mouth. How are you going to feed your children Tashi? Will you be proud to tell your children that you don’t even have a job? Answer me first and prove me that I am wrong?” His face blushed with the fire of anger. As all mothers do, Tashi’s mother was helpless. She looked at my face whenever the intonation of father’s voice rose higher.

“Ap, calm down! Our son is going to get job sooner. He can try for other jobs as well. No one becomes what they want. It takes time”, mother was trying to calm him down.

“You are the who had spoilt our boy! You show lot of unnecessary sympathies. Don’t tell me about marriage. It is too early to talk about the marriage. You talk about other jobs? What can he qualify for? Caretaker of Rukubji? Girl, will you be happy to marry a caretaker? Neighbours will soon begin to blame. They will say that Tashi has graduated from Paro to become a caretaker of primary school”, the father kept his stand as I could not speak anything. I kept looking at Tashi. My eyes were getting filled with tears.

“I have talked with my relatives in Thimphu to look for further studies. They have already decided Tashi’s college. It will be somewhere at the southern part of India. As a father, I look for his matter. I have planned to send Tashi to India next month. Therefore, he cannot marry anyone. Let’s not make this issue a big one. Let’s get it solved today. Until Tashi finds his own stomach, he will have to find it himself”, the father commanded like a Judge in a courtroom.

Tashi to India? How long do I have to wait for him? Two years? Three years? The questions rose behind my head. I could not listen to the discussion for more. The father not only spoiled our marriage but also the taste of Suja. The poor cup held half-filled suja that was losing its heat as the talk prolonged. I stood up quickly and dashed through same door towards my school. I unfolded my neatly folded sleeve and began to wipe my tears. When I realized, I was already crying with my voice out. I didn’t care whether my cries were heard by neighbours in the area.

“Lekyuen! Lekyuen! Wait! Wait!”, somewhere in the distance, I heard Tashi’s voice. His footsteps were following me from behind. I didn’t know how I ran so fast that day. I was already at the small football ground of the school. With tears falling like rain from the sky, I turned on my mobile screen. It was six thirty-five in the evening. I threw the mobile on the ground and threw my knees on the grasses. I continued crying as my heart was shattered like those glasses of a window.

“It’s okay Lekyuen! It’s okay! This is not the end. We have long way to go. We can prove him wrong. We can marry and we can have a family. All we need is little time”. Tashi helped me and my poor mobile from the ground. He wiped my tears and hugged me into his warm arms. I could not stop crying.
In my broken voices, “What do you mean? You need a little time? How many years until you get a job? Three? Five? If I have known all these, I would not even think of coming to this poor place. I have left my mom there at Bajo to come here with you”.

“Lekyuen please! Calm down. Both of us know that we love each other. I can wait as well as you. Can’t you?”

“I am sick of this love. It eats me from inside. How can I stay here alone when you are gone? I don’t want to stay here. I want to go back”.

“I have never expected this to happen. I accept that it is all my fault. I have failed to live up to his expectations. I am so disappointed in myself.” He was crying as well.

After consoling each other, we said goodbye to that day. He went back to his home and I came back to my terrible room for another terrible night.

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