Bhumika Desai Shah

Cinderella, who lives many stories!

In Uncategorized on February 5, 2016 at 5:07 am

“तू कोई और है
जानता है तू
सामने इस जहां के
इक नक़ाब है
तू और है, कोई और है, क्यों नहीं वो, जो है “- The song kept on playing on loop.


“Have you taken leave for this Thursday? Reminding once again, as I know your normal excuses- Chhutti nahi mili, Meeting thi, Deadline he, Blah Blah!”-He said in soft tone, but the meaning was way deep and hard- She only knew why.

She kept on working in kitchen like the machine works perfect once plugged in.

“I am talking to you! Have you? “-And this time the voice pitch was little high and sharp as well.

“Yes. Done.”-She replied as sweetly as that voice in the elevator responds, mechanically too.


“तू जहां के वास्ते ख़ुद को भूल कर ,
अपने ही साथ ना ऐसे ज़ुल्म कर,
खोल दे वो गिरह,
जो लगाए तुझपे तू,
बोल दे तू कोई और है,
चेहरे जो ओढ़े तूने वो,
तेरे कहाँ हैं…” – The song played little louder…


A meeting at work place.

A deadline of Writing assignment.

Pending To-Do list at home,

Books in bag, waiting for the page turn…

Movie DVDs staring towards the empty sofa…

The Rocking chair in Balcony had started feeling dejected..

The Zula in the compound had started occasional sobbing..

The mirror forgot “Her” face kinda!

But She recalled everything – She was supposed to do.



“No, You can not understand the pain of loneliness. Since your Papa have passed away, you have left me dejected. A call in a week, a visit per month, little care, little concern… – What else I have demanded? I had a doctor’s appointment and as you had asked, I had scheduled it as per your convenience. Still you had to do important work on last moment. Its okay! You will understand this pain, when you will be at my age..”- She bragged on call. Her sobs made the call heavier than the mobile tower connecting them this moment.

“I am sorry Mom. I understand. I had left on time to reach for your appointment but at last moment got call from Babu’s school.”-She, a mother, tried consoling and convincing her own mother.

“I am no one’s priority now. No one worries for me now. You have your own family and…”-The sobs finished the statement.

“Mom, I understand. I will definitely make up this weekend. I promise.”- She said politely looking at calender.

The weekend laughed out loud on her.. like She owned them, to promise them out…


“Meeting at 11.30 this Saturday. Prepare presentation and mail me too. Give your best and get the deal done.”-The mail from boss, pour burden on Her.

“Parents meeting rescheduled on this Saturday at 10. Teachers shall discuss your wards weakness and strength this time.”-Beep of SMS increased Her BP to new highs.

“MIL’s birthday this Sunday. Call and book for a cake.”-a small notification of reminder gazed on screen till you swapped it away.


She switched off her phone. Closed the door of library room. Relaxed self on her favourite easy chair.

Closed eyes.


In her parallel world, She looked beautiful wearing a bright red evening gown,

She started softly- “O Romeo! It’s only your name that’s my enemy. You’d still be yourself even if you stopped being a Montague. What’s a Montague anyway? It isn’t a hand, a foot, an arm, a face, or any other part of a man. Oh, be some other name! What does a name mean? The thing we call a rose would smell just as sweet if we called it by any other name. Romeo would be just as perfect even if he wasn’t called Romeo. Romeo, lose your name. Trade in your name—which really has nothing to do with you—and take all of me in exchange.!”

She walked slowly, with open arms to hug her Romeo, in the frames of EPIC saga – Romeo-Juliet!


And from the other side a shadow entered…

The shadow shouted-“Oliver…Oliver.. You should have told me! Oliver, I am your father and I want to help you…”

The shadow came near to her, patted on her back- which was for this moment “His Son’s back”..

“Jenny is dead.” – She replied to the shadow, in manly voice, Being Oliver for this frame.

“I am sorry.”- Oliver’s Father, tried consoling her..

“Love means never having to say you are sorry!”-She, “The Oliver” from the pages of Erich Segals’s Love story, said it calmly!


“Pollyanna, Long years ago I loved somebody very much. I hoped to bring her, some day, to this house. I pictured how happy we’d be together in our home all the long years to come…”-She, Mr. Pendleton from “Pollyanna”, said banding on his knees..

And continued-“I didn’t Bring her here.. I just didn’t. And ever since this great grey pile of stone has been a house-never a home! It takes a woman’s hand and heart, or a child’s presence, to make a Home.. Pollyanna, Now will you come my dear?”-She, being Mr. Pendleton, almost begged to Pollyanna to stay with her…

She stared at Pollyanna for her answer, but across the mirror “She”- Being Pollyanna stood silently, thinking about her aunty Polly!


“My father’s ill. He could be dying. I have to go and see him.”-She cried, begged to him.. She-Betty Mahmoody for this frame and page!

“Well, You can. But Mahtob will stay here. Be back soon, She will miss her mother!”-Said Moody, Husband of Betty, The shadow on this page!

and She roared out loud like a Lioness-“I WANT MY BABY!”… She, Betty Mahmoody, Mother of Mahtob, out of the book-“Not without my daughter” for a while!


Her breaths became heavy.

She felt exhausted living so-many characters within!

Taking a deep breath she, now in the aura of Sylvia Plath, concluded her journey in a poem as…

“The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,

Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan

Of silver as the rondo slows;now reels

Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall

Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;

Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall

Reflecting in a million flagons’ shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance

Follow holiday revel begun long since,

Until near twelve the strange girl all at once

Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk

She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.”

And She disappeared!

On the tic of Twelve, She disappeared to be once again SHE.

She, Who was- a daughter, a wife, a mother, a daughter-in-law, a sister, an employee, an author, a neighbour, a friend- and lot more.. But Not SHE, what She actually wanted to be, was born to be, dreamt to be!

She being “Cinderella” of- all the Books that She read, all the stories she lived, all the characters she played within, returned back to the cage house… To obey rules and to fulfil duties!


and The song ended concluding…

“टेढ़े रास्ते, ख़्वाब हैं तेरे
तेरे साथ जो उम्र भर चले
ओ इन्हें गले लगा
तू कौन है बता
ओ खोल दे ये गिरह

तू कोई और है
तेरी ना हदें
आसमान है
ख्याल है
बेमिसाल है
तू मौज है
तू रौनक़ें
चाहे जो तू, वो है “

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