It’s night. He’s mendacity sprawled alongside a grassy slope, towards a background of yellow flowers. The sky is pitch blue. The air is breezy. His head is resting towards his hand. He’s in a lightweight pink T-shirt. The strap of a pale blue masks is dangling out from his pants’ pocket like a bit of vogue accent. His face is naked. He appears misplaced in ideas.
He should be in love.
“I’m in love,” admits Muhammed Gulzar. It’s Sunday night and the provider of magnificence parlour merchandise (“make-up stuff corresponding to lipstick, nail polish, masks, lotions, shampoo…”) is lounging on this central Delhi park to console his coronary heart—he makes use of the Hindi phrase tasalli. He lives close by, in a rented room in Sarai Kale Khan.
Mr Gulzar is in his mid-20s and is lacking a lady known as Rubeena. “I really feel alone with out her.” He stays silent for some time, as if getting ready to open his mouth to talk a profound revelation about his life, however appears to be scuffling with some dilemma. Lastly, he says—“She is my spouse.”
He says he’s additionally lacking his son, Sufiyan. Each mom and son are away on the residence of Mr Gulzar’s dad and mom, in Madhubani.
Isn’t that district in Bihar well-known for its artwork, with individuals portray their very own house-walls with lovely drawings? Mr Gulzar nods. Is his home equally decked? He shakes his head, trying amused.
Intently watching at a cloud drifting over the setting solar, the brooding man offers a short biography of his relationship with Rubeena: “We had a love marriage. I’ve been married to her for 5 years however I had recognized her for 2 years previous to that.”
Rubeena’s mom used to run a small “canteen” for labourers in Nabi Karim, close to the New Delhi railway station. That is the place he first noticed his future spouse. “She would stand beside her Ammi, talking nothing, doing nothing… she would keep there like a statue.”
Drawn by the enigma of her “chuppi (silence)”, Mr Gulzar began to each day patronise the canteen and shortly the ice broke between the 2.
“We began to go to the zoo collectively, the place we might spend lots of time.”
Not like in widespread love tales or romantic films, there was no protest from the couple’s respective households.
“Now we have at all times been staying collectively as a husband and spouse, however some weeks earlier than the lockdown, my dad and mom advised that she ought to come over to Madhubani for a number of days, in order that they could possibly be with their grandchild.”
Mr Gulzar escorted her and the kid to Bihar and rushed again to Delhi, aspiring to convey them again in two weeks.
After which the coronavirus arrived, the lockdown occurred, and Mr Gulzar continues to be with out the girl he loves.
“And at present I used to be lacking her very a lot. So I came visiting to this park.”
It’s been a while because the lockdown has been lifted however the lonely man is hesitating to get again his household, ready for the pandemic to recede.
He now takes out his cell phone and scrolls by means of the photograph album—many of the photos have totally different poses of him flexing his muscle tissue—till reaching the portrait of a lady in a pink dupatta with a smiling younger boy in white kurta pajama—“my spouse and my son.”
Mr Gulzar now brings the cellphone near his face, closes his eyes and kisses the display.
Not lengthy after, it’s time for the park to shut.