Age Is Just A Number

He was twenty two. She was thirty two.
He was single. She was a single mother.
He was a student. She was a probationary officer.
She got transferred in his city a week back. She got posted in the branch nearest to his locality. She moved into his house as a tenant with her six year old son.
“Rohan, can you go upstairs and ask Radhika if she needs anything?”
Rohan got up lazily and went to ask the new tenant if she was comfortable. He knocked, and a lady opened the door. Olive skinned, long waivy hair, kajal lined big brown eyes, wearing a black kurti with red churidaar, and a red duppatta. Rohan forgot for a moment why he was there.
“Yes?” Radhika asked.
“Umm, I… I'm Rohan, I am the son… I mean, son of Mr and Mrs Sharma.”
“Oh, so you're Rohan,” Radhika smiled.
Rohan nodded.
“Mom asked if you want some help. I will be happy to help you.”
Radhika looked around a bit. She did need help, she had lots of unpacking to do.
“Maybe I can use a hand.” Radhika smiled again and called Rohan inside. He then helped her in unpacking and setting things for the next three hours, followed by dinner at Rohan's house.
Rohan wasn't able to sleep that night. Something about Radhika was intriguing. Something attracted him towards her. He again went to her house after two days.
“While unpacking, I saw a lot of poetry books, I also love poetry.” Rohan lied.
“You do?” Radhika was surprised. Rohan nodded.
Rohan started spending more and more time at Radhika's house with many excuses. He loved her company. The way she recited poetry, the way her eyes sparkled when she feeded her son, the way she enjoyed cooking, the way she mentored Rohan and helped him in his career plans. The way she always dressed traditionally in sarees and suits. The way she carried herself with grace. Rohan didn't realize when he fell in love with a woman who was ten years older to him, a divorcee, a mother. It wasn't like there weren't beautiful girls of his age around him, but something about this woman made him feel calm and complete. It wasn't lust, it was pure love.
It was sunday. Rohan was again at Radhika's house, playing with her son. He was occasionally peeking at Radhika, who was working on her laptop. Something hit him hard looking at her eyes, but he looked away. He resumed playing.
“Coffee?” Radhika asked Rohan after few minutes.
“Yeah, sure.”
Radhika was making coffee in the kitchen, when Rohan got up, accumulated his courage, and went into the kitchen. He went and stood right behind her, and held her hand. Radhika froze. The time stood still. Two hearts were beating outside of their bodies like drums.
“Radhika, I… I……”
“Mummy, see na my remote control car is not working.” Her son suddenly appeared in the kitchen and pulled her pallu.
Radhika woke up from a sleep. She pushed Rohan away.
“I think you should leave Rohan.”
Rohan came back to his house, and cried hard. He stayed inside his room for two weeks, not going anywhere, afraid that he might bump into Radhika if he went out.
“Rohan, did you hear, Radhika is leaving next week? She again got transferred.” His mother told him one day.
Rohan's blood dried up in his veins. He wanted to stop Radhika, but how, and why. He was nothing for her, maybe just a college kid who got infatuated with a mature woman, like many other boys of his age fantasize about. But only he knew he loved her truly.
Three days passed.
He went to her house the fourth day. He rang the doorbell.
Radhika opened the door. Plain green saree.
He looked into her eyes. She looked away. He tried to hold his tears back.
“All the best.” He said, handed her a paper, and went back to his house.
The note read :
Chahe kaho isse meri mohobbat, chahe hasi main udaa do
Yeh kya hua mujhe, mujhko khabar nahi, ho sake tumhi bata do
Tumne kadam jo rakha zami par
Seene mai kyun jhankaar hui”
Just a hindi song.
Radhika was ready to leave after two days. Rohan's mother hugged her and her son. Radhika went to Rohan and shook his hand.
“Thank You.” She said, gave him a paper, and left forever.
The note read :
Kuch paakar khona hai, kuch khokar paana hai
Jeewan ka matlab toh aana aur jaana hai
Do pal ke jeewan se ek umr churani hai
Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahi, teri meri kahani hai”
Just a hindi song.

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