Wednesday, July 13, 2005

OBJECT OF AFFECTION

There it was, on the coffe table. Lying in a ziplock bag, looking every bit "foreign" ... an object that would definitely come to be coveted amongst her school friends. It was a gift that her appa's boss got for her from Germany. It was a lovely watch, that had a dial in the shape of a heart and dispalyed a digital time. The strap itself was a stiff rope like chain, looking every bit a gold bracelet. She couldn't take her eyes off of it or for that matter the ziplock bag. A ziplock bag in those days found its way into an Indian home only through relatives or friends from abroad.

As she slid it onto her left hand, it felt lovely and looked beautiful. She could hardly contain herself that night when she went to bed. The thought of wearing it the next day to school and meeting her friends at the bus-stop before boarding the public bus to their school kept her wide awake. She could see the glint in their eyes as she tried to fall asleep.

As expected, it was the first thing her friends noticed the next morning and for sevaral mornings after that. They gushed over this small piece of ornament. They had not seen anything like it before. One of the girls would simply want to wear it for a while in the bus. She would give it to her only because she didn't want to come across badly. It had been more than a couple of months since she started wearing it everyday to school and it was still what the girls admired almost everyday. One day, as they all got off the bus at a bus-stop near their school, she noticed the watch staring nakedly at her. The dial cover was missing! The electronic components behind the delicate heart dial cover were exposed. The exposed components just didn't seem to belong in the delicate bracelet watch. Her heart broke when she looked at it. Her friends cried in anguish. They looked around in the bus-stop hoping to find the missing golden dial cover, but couldn't find it. They couldn't look for it in the bus, because it had already left! Their dismay knew no bounds. Feeling very sullen, they walked to their school.

On returning home that evening, she gave the watch to her mother to be kept in the safest corner of their steel bureau, where they stored some of their other "valuables". Over the years, she would look at it every once in a while when she rummaged through some of the stuff in the bureau. It always tugged at the strings of her heart to see the naked watch. The battery had long died and the watch had stopped displaying the time. She would tuck it back to its safe corner each time, never being able to bring herself to simply throw it away.