an excerpt from my short story “Loving Properly”
Kavita[1] wrapped her arms around Hasini, smoothing out her hair and wiping away her tears. The engagement ceremony was just two weeks away.
“Do you want me to talk to your parents?” Kavita asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, Kavi,” Hasini said, head in hands.
“His skin is so white it must have blinded them. That’s why they can’t see clearly,” Kavita cracked. Hasini normally would have chuckled, but this time she barely smiled. “Money and caste make our world go round,” she spoke more seriously this time.
“I’m a disgrace. A shame. My own parents don’t believe me.”
The next day, Hasini nearly jumped when she saw her best friend standing there in the doorway. She knew instantly what Kavita had come here for and dreaded what the outcome would be. She pleaded with her eyes but Kavita, like always, was resolute. Hasini’s mother was at the dining table with a large metal bowl of green beans, each of which she took into her hand and snapped the ends off before placing in another bowl. She sprang up at the sight of the young woman, who was like a second daughter to her, and with both hands led Kavita to the dining table.
“Come now, Kavi. You shouldn’t be walking around to and fro like this,” Hasini’s mother scolded. “When are you due?”
“Next month. And don’t worry, Aunty, I can handle myself. I’m fine,” Kavita assured her. “Is Uncle here? I need to talk to you guys.”
They all sat at the dining table. Hasini looked down and started drawing imaginary circles on the wood surface. She couldn’t even concentrate on what Kavita was saying, only on how earnest her voice sounded, how strongly and clearly she spoke. A dark, irrepressible fear was stuck inside her throat. What was the point anymore? She knew Kavita wanted so desperately to help her, but there was nothing good that could come of this.
Abruptly, her father slammed his fist down on the table. She flinched. “You’re in love, aren’t you? That’s why you stalled marriage, isn’t it? Stalled and stalled because you’re in love. Who is it? You fell in love with some untouchable bastard, didn’t you?” The word ‘untouchable’ fell from his mouth like a curse. His chest heaved up and down, and his face was red with anger. Hasini’s mother gasped in horror.
“No, Nana[2]! I’m not. I swear I’m not.” Hasini watched as her mother breathed a sigh of relief but still clasped her hands together in prayer, perhaps has a pre-caution.
Hasini’s father looked at her and shook his head gravely. “Shameful. Such a lucky match. A safe future ahead of you. And here you are…I don’t know what’s wrong with you.” He stalked off to the family room with her mother trailing behind him.
“I’m sorry,” Kavita said, holding onto Hasini’s trembling hand. Her voice was doubled over in defeat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”