Tanushree Boudi was a true domestic goddess. She was extremely beautiful, good Rabindra sangeet singer, good dancer, amazing cook, her house was well organized, and her kids always stood first in class and won medals for extra-curricular activities, she was also an amazing artist whose alpona used to impress everyone. In one word Tanushree Boudi was the epitome of perfection. People in our neighborhood always put her as a benchmark while hunting for new brides. The mothers-in-law in the area always sighed when they compared their own daughters-in-law to her. As almost nobody in the area could match up to her perfection. Men in our neighborhood were envious of Tanushree Boudi’s husband Prashun. They always told their wives to be like Tanushree.
Things were going on smoothly in the quaint neighborhood when suddenly one morning the news broke that Tanushree Boudi had eloped with her ex-boyfriend from college. It was as unbelievable as a nightmare. Everybody flocked to Prashun’s house to console him. Many also took sadistic pleasure in his misery. Tanushree Boudi had left a note that she was tired of her life with Prashun and she was taking this drastic step to escape her misery. Poor Prashun was not even able to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. He was now stuck with two small kids and the stigma of an eloped wife.
Rumors and gossips made our sleepy locality alive and kicking. Starting from the matriarch to the flower seller who came every Thursday to even Nani everybody started talking about Tanushree Boudi. Some said they used to see a guy often come to meet her in the afternoon. Others said that she once went to Digha with this guy and they had seen her. Nobody knew the truth only a gaping wound formed in the heart of Prashun Da.
Gradually, people started forgetting about the scandal. Within a couple of years, Prashun remarried and the new wife became the mother of the kids. The scandal from a loud noise became a small almost inaudible whisper.
Then one day while I was in Dubai, I suddenly bumped into Tanushree Boudi. She still looked pretty and charming. When I saw her I was little hesitant to approach her. But she came and hugged me like an elder sister with warmth and love. She introduced me to her husband and daughter. She also invited me to her house.
When I went to her house for dinner, she asked me about each and every neighbour, however deliberately left out Prashun and her kids. I was amazed at her memory, she remembered such tiny incidents. Later that night, I went to help her in the kitchen. Mention worthy here, unlike her previous house this house was not as impeccable and it even could be called marginally messy. That was surprising knowing her nature. I jokingly mentioned this and she promptly replied that now she had no time as she was working, had no maids, her daughter was small and she had numerous other things to do. She was now holding a post of Vice President in a Foreign Bank in Dubai and traveled all over the world quite frequently.
I was awestruck and couldn’t believe she was the same woman who lived as an ordinary housewife in my neighbourhood. We all knew she was talented but never imagined she could soar so high. She probably understood my thoughts and said ‘I was a golden bird inside a golden cage, now I have wings to fly’. I smiled at her and she hugged me, we both had tears in our eyes, but they were tears of happiness.
Disclaimer: This is ‘inspired’ by a true story, however, names and few facts have been changed to protect identity.