THE IN­CI­DENT I CAN­NOT FOR­GET

Woman's Era - - Contents - – Dr Ritu Ku­mar, Haryana.

Man­i­fes­ta­tion of un­for­get­table mem­o­ries

Mem­o­ries are indispensable. One such mem­ory that I have as a newly- wed bride is etched in my mind. Just after my mar­riage my hus­band took me to a very fa­mous Hanu­man tem­ple sit­u­ated at the out­skirts of our city Ya­muna Na­gar. It was late in the even­ing and hun­dreds of devo­tees thronged the tem­ple. After dar­shan in tem­ple, due to a heavy rush of peo­ple on the nar­row road, my hus­band asked me to get down from the two- wheeler, as he strug­gled to drive through the crowded nar­row road. But to my em­bar­rass­ment and shock, pass­ing the crowd, he drove fast for­get­ting me. Alone in dark I walked slowly try­ing to look at ease but ac­tu­ally ter­ri­fied as I didn’t know the way to my home.

Since I had joined a co-ed­u­ca­tional col­lege in Ya­muna Na­gar as a lec­turer a few months ear­lier many of my stu­dents who hap­pened to be there gave me glances and smiles which I pre­tended to ig­nore. Walk­ing of the zig- zag road with many twists and turns, those kind stu­dents came to my res­cue guid­ing me through the way lead­ing to my home. I lit­er­ally had tears in my eyes when I saw my hus­band com­ing back. His can­did con­fes­sion that he is not used to any­one seated at the back made him for­get for a mo­ment that I was with him.

Years have passed since this hap­pened yet when­ever I go to that tem­ple, the mem­ory of those awk­ward but un­for­get­table mo­ments comes back to me.

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