In the age of OTT platforms, where watching movies from the comfort of our home is more affordable and comfortable, let me confess that being ‘A Family Woman’, I can seldom take out time to watch my favorite shows. However, this weekend I managed to watch ‘The Family Man’, an action thriller series, streaming on Amazon Prime video. Even amidst the brouhaha at my home, I was able to stay focused and watch all episodes of the series in one go. Srikant Tiwari and the entire crew have done a phenomenal job. While its gripping plot, the threat, the guilt, the hardships and the loss kept me hooked to the television set for the entire day, the unsettling sound effects and the gunshots lingered at the back of my mind and did not let me settle for the entire night.
I watched continuously at the ceiling. While doing so, almost figured out the exact count of the members of the joint family of spiders in my room. The spiders spiraled around their web while my mind swirled from one part of the country to another. New Delhi, Mumbai, Kochi, Kashmir, Ladakh and also at times, crossed the Indian territory.
The best part about travelling to other countries in your imagination is you do not need any passport and tourist visa. While the beauty of Kashmir swayed me away, the conflicting thoughts of Karim, Moosa, Sajid, Faizaan disturbed me.
I left the bed early. The early morning breeze lured me to have a walk in the park. Tired of eating cold storage fruits for the last couple of months, I also decided to visit the local fruit market nearby, to grab real good quality fruits. I took a few rounds of the park, almost suffocating in two layers of masks, and then advanced to the nearby fruit market. Carefully examining the stock, I selected some fruits and put them on the weighing scale. I am sure other fruits would have felt offended. I tried hard not to bargain, but alas. As I was settling the bill with utmost caution, my eyes fell on a fruit stall at a distance that was laden with mangoes.
I brisked to the mango stall. Picked a plump mango, rotated it to get a 360- degree view and investigate the exact amount of calorie, protein, carbs, fat, dietary fiber, vitamins, copper, Folate, potassium, riboflavin, thiamine, magnesium, calcium, manganese, phosphorus, pantothenic acid, selenium, iron etc.
I excitedly enquired, “Bhaiya, Kaise diye?”
The individual at the stall, while stacking the wooden cartons one over the other, looked towards a man standing a few metres away from the stall who was puffing a cigarette and polluting the environment.
He called out loudly, “Sajid bhai, langda kaise?”
I did not have the nerve to wait and listen to Sajid Bhai’s response. The name reminded me of that Sajid bhai who was portrayed as a terrorist in the series which I had recently watched.
The frontal lobe sent some immediate signals to my brain which got further decoded by my vocal cord.
My vocal cord feebly murmured, “Nikaah tal gaya”.
I aborted my plan of buying the mangoes. I took a detour and whisked myself away towards my apartment gate, panting. Hurriedly unlocked my door, entered straightaway to the kitchen to prepare a filter coffee for myself. Sometimes later, in order to divert my mind, I concentrated more on Instagram while I assigned my cook the TASC to prepare vada-pav for breakfast and rasam rice for lunch today.
Views expressed above are the author’s own.
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