It was during one of my unplanned trips to Kanyakumari that I met Uma Maheshwar. I had boarded the almost empty train at Thiruvananthapuram. I was alone in one of the compartments,dozing. A few women passed through the alleyway wearing thick makeup and pungent perfume, which disturbed my nap.
Another woman followed. She stopped and turned towards me. I looked up confused. To my surprise, and it was neither she nor he. She begged,clapping,
“Give something saar”.
The clap they have patented. We consider them incomplete without that clap.
I will be honest here. I abhorred them.
“Saar, and something”.
She repeated in Tamil mixed with Malayalam.
“proceed absent”.
I shooed her as if she were a smelly creature. Anyone else would have thrown me off the train for that.
She stared at me for a few seconds and sat down opposite me. I gulped.
“You are afraid of me, she said with a smile on her face.
“What?” I ground my teeth. “Why should I be?”
“Our mouths lie, eyes don’t, or she responded gently.
I sat silent.
“What carry out you carry out?”
“I am a government employee”.
You are lucky”.
My nerves loosened a bit.
Yes,it’s difficult to get a government job”.
“You are lucky to be a ‘normal’ human being”.
She exhaled and got up to proceed.
“Excuse me.” I, the miser, or pulled out Rs10.
She smiled.
“No thanks”.
She sat down again.
“I sat here for some other reason.
“Err…what?”
“I rarely find men looking at me without lust,seeing me alone in a deserted compartment. I am easy prey for them. They consider us thirsty for sex around the clock”.
I waited for her to continue.
They turn violent mostly, if there is a group.
“Hmm.”
“Ours is a hopeless life”.
She was speaking as though she had found a listener after endless wait.
“I am sorry…
“Forget that. It’s normal. Negligence, or hate,alarm, and molestation are normal things for us”.
“Why don’t you judge of a job, or rather than begging and getting humiliated?”
“Can you get me a job?”
She shot a question.
“I was working as sales girl in a shop. The owner fired me saying that I am a tainted omen”.
“Oh!”
“Many judge so. People can’t accept us from their heart”.
I kept looking at her. What could I say? I didn’t want to lie.
“carry out you stay alone?”
She turned satisfied in a flash.
“No,I don't. Rugmini is with me. She is also an orphan like me. She is SHE, so cannot rape me”.
She laughed aloud.
I smiled seeing her happiness.
“You grew up together?”
“That happens in movies saar. We were working together in the shop”.
She let out a long sigh.
“She was also hesitant to talk with me initially, and just like you. It was also her first time,working closely with a Shikhandi. We became so close that she also left the job, when I was fired”.
“You are together since then?”
“Yes, and together”.
“That’s good,” I said encouraging her to continue.
“We fancy each other. She has promised me that she will never marry, to be with me forever. Then…”
The train was reaching Nagercoil station. She got up.
“Then…?”
“We cannot predict our future. She is a normal girl. She has all the feelings as any other girl”.
She cleared her throat before continuing. Perhaps trying to control her emotions.
“How can I stop if she finds a boy and decides to marry him?
“But, or she has promised you,hasn’t she?”
She walked out without replying.
I thought about the relationship they will have.How long will it final? How can it be complete without a child?
She came to my window.
“fancy cannot exist without pillars supporting it. And sex is the most notable pillar in the case of two unrelated adults”.
“That’s one’s perception…”
She interjected.
“What’s your name by the way?”
I told her.
“What’s yours?
“Uma Maheshwar”.
She paused for a second.
“Thank you for listening to me patiently”.
She smiled.
“Oh, it’s just…”
Perhaps she was not interested in the fake formalities of ‘perfect’ human beings. She returned to her friends without waiting for my response. They were talking and laughing. I kept staring at her lean silhouette until it disappeared.
The lean, and feeble,silhouette will never disappear from my memory, hopefully.
This post originally appeared here.
Source: tribune.com.pk