Kitti Marshal -2

Kitti Marshal-2

Not easy to forget-2

Kitti Marshal is actually my novel, published in the Punjabi language eight years ago. Being a part of the syllabus, read in post-graduate students.

"Please proceed with your passport and boarding pass. Let's come first with the seat number from forty to thirty number". The movement began in the lounge. Raji and Iqbal also picked up their handbags.

Iqbal felt tired. Even last night, he could not sleep well. The eyes were heavy, and the limbs were aching. Raji passed her bag over her head, slung it over her shoulder, and said, "Iqbal, hand over the bag to me." Iqbal handed over the bag. He knew that Raji was vital in such work. Even when they were together, she took care of Iqbal in the same way. She did all the work herself. Iqbal remembered when the family moved out of the apartment. It wasn't a job for one person to turn around the old-fashioned TV. He, Raji, Meera, and Iqbal's distant nephew were standing around the TV and thinking of ways to get it up the stairs. Raji said, "Getaway, all of you." With that, she lifted the TV from both sides and took it to her knees alone, and said, "hi God, bale. Going up, even though she was out of breath, but once she did the impossible job alone.

Going to their seats, she put the bag in the upper luggage compartment and said, "Iqbal, you always like the window seat; you sit by the window. Iqbal quietly grabbed the window seat. Within ten minutes, the movement had subsided. The plane picked up speed and settled in the air.

People also unbuckled their seat belts. The flight attendant brought a trolley. Iqbal ordered Scotch with soda as usual, and Raji also called Scotch with soda and asked for orange juice. Iqbal sipped his drink and looked at Raji. When the flight attendant walked away, Raji pushed Scotch and Soda to Iqbal and started drinking orange juice. Things were getting louder and louder in their brains, but the frequent talk hadn't started yet.

Raji said, "You look tired. I'll take another Scotch, drink it and try to sleep."

Instead of answering, Iqbal asked, "Have you started taking Advil now?"

"No, I bought it for you. You never remember when you left home for a trip, and later you start making noise. Sometimes you have to take an exit from the highway for Advil. I still use aspirin."

Iqbal's got emotional by her answer.

He started, oh, oh again hysterically. His confession was trembling with tears.

"What's the point of all this now?" Raji said and closed her eyes. Shortly after, she straightened up, lifted her blanket from her seat, and pulled the wallet around her shoulders.

"Never Remember Old Things?" Iqbal asked.

"No," said Raji sternly.

Iqbal tried to hold Raji's hand. At first, Raji withdrew her hand, but later she said, "Iqbal did not try again." Raji thought that if Iqbal tried again, she would not refuse. After eating, they spread their legs. Iqbal took off his shoes. As he was putting his shoes under the seat, he saw Raji's pink socks again. A longing was born in his mind. After living with his wife for twenty years, his heart began to pound now. He wishes once again, but life was out of his control. He wishes he could tell Raji that your socks are pink and your suit is green. He thought he should tell again, let me take off your socks or your green suit,

The choice is Yours. He was not in a position to say anything. Satbir must have slept by now, he thought.

"Passengers are requested to fasten their belts. The weather is terrible. "

One end of Iqbal's belt was tilted towards Raji's seat, and she was lying down, or she was asleep or pretending to be asleep. Iqbal did not even know that the one layer of hair that came between the forehead of Raji and the crumb of the nose was natural or that Raji had set the lit herself. Iqbal thought she is beautiful, and now she did not need to impress me, so why did she put the lit of hair to look attractive. Maybe or maybe not, Iqbal still wants to sit together.

Iqbal remembered a so-called saint saying, Don't trust women. Iqbal always leans toward women. He has a very soft corner for women. Satbir touched his soft corner for her financial needs.Iqbal is not aware of Satbir`s tacties. The saint saying must be pointed to women like Satbir.

Iqbal saw Raji, and the man inside Iqbal thought, `one more time, Raji, Just one more time.

What does she want? As he pulled out his belt, he began to think. Why is he wearing a green suit? The other side of her suit was sliding to the other side. He gazed at the roundness of her thighs. He wanted to touch her. After all, he was his wife for twenty years.

Will it make her angry? Whether she gets angry or not, but he will be humiliated for sure.

He thought in his heart that he would try to seduce his wife again during this trip, but haste could make things worse.

"Raji dear, get up and fasten your belt and see that my belt is also in a hurry to wrap around your waist." He laughed, but Raji did not laugh at all. She quietly closed the belt and then closed her eyes.

While Iqbal and Surjit were walking in the procession, they reached historical Beri, a tree that was linked to the Sikh saint.

This was the place where Iqbal and Raji first came after marriage. He was accompanied by Surjit and his wife Kanwaljit. It was here that Iqbal and Surjit waited for Raji and Kanwaljit to get out of the place where they went down in pure water.Iqbal and Surjit were talking about man-woman traditional relationship.

Speaking on honeymoon period,Surjit said, "after marriage in beginning man and woman lost in their honeymoon period few months,it is the time when they are closest friends,emotionally attached.They must not lose faith.The main thing is trust,you know what I mean.Just Forget what you did before marriage."

While filling the palm from the sarovar, Surjit's words came to Iqbal's mind.

He was thinking,he always love Raji.Raji is wonderful woman, not only beautiful but very sensitive and commited to family,how did the relationship break up? Where did I go wrong? Life is full of pleasure,I believe it.May be communication problem,but why after twenty years.

Now I have the time to express myself.Raji has to listen me.I can leave Satbir.I don't need second thought.Raji just ask me,I could anything to get you back in my life.Iqbal looked outside the window.The clouds are flying with no particular direction.

He felt as if it had come from the Golden Temple.

Iqbal put the earplugs and want to concerntrate on movie.

on Tv somebody was telling,last seven years record high in high temprature.The period is long so we have to think seriously.International community should sit togather and think,what should be done to bring baclk the temprature on back to normal.

Iqbal got impatient again.Take off the ear plugs.He saw at Raji who was sleeping but she was leaning to otherside.

Iqbal tried to close the eyes but could not closed the eyes.His eyes were wide open which were looking any bird in clouds.

There was no birds around.