RAGHU: I would love to be uncle’s best man at your wedding.
VIMALA: Can he find a better man? (PAUSE) But is there something didn’t strike you.
RAGHU: What’s that auntie?
VIMALA: The phonetic likeness of Pratap and Prati.
RAGHU: Believe me; I’ve got it in the car itself.
VIMALA: You’re smart. But what you see of my love is a fraction of what’s hidden in my heart.
RAGHU: How I envy uncle.
SFX – opening of the door.
VIMALA: Ragu don’t give a miss to the miss.
VIMALA: Oh, you’re smarter than I thought
SFX- Closing of the door.
VIMALA: (OFF) Why not I give him food in bed, as a prelude.
(PAUSE)
PRATAP: Why spoil me Vimala …
VIMALA: Wanting reciprocity.
PRATAP: Oh, you’re always one step ahead.
VIMALA: Why not follow me in my footsteps.
PRATAP: I need energy for that.
VIMALA: I’ll feed you with my hand for that.
PRATAP: Be warned, I’m really hungry.
VIMALA: You can have my share by right. Open your mouth (PAUSE) that’s a good boy.
(PAUSE)
PRATAP: I told you, I’ve willed my whole to you.
VIMALA: But keeping yourself to you.
(PAUSE)
PRATAP: When you were a half-self.
VIMALA: What’s now, now that I’m myself?
(PAUSE)
PRATAP: Now I’m yours, what more do you want?
VIMALA: Pratap, Junior.
(PAUSE)
PRATAP: Vimala, oh, what we’ve missed.
VIMALA: What’s that?
(PAUSE)
PRATAP: Sumptuous times.
VIMALA: I want hard evidence.
(PAUSE)
PRATAP: You’ll have it in ample measure.
(PAUSE)
VIMALA: Well, I’ll join you soon.
(PAUSE)
SFX- Cleaning of vessels in the kitchen.
(PAUSE)
VIMALA: I thought you would be in siesta.
PRATAP: I was waiting to tell you something.
VIMALA: Why wait, you should’ve called me.
PRATAP: Do you know why I married a white?
VIMALA: Why, you men crave white skin, don’t you?
PRATAP: Oh, my wheatie, no other desi.
VIMALA: And no fun with pardesis.
PRATAP: Eyes glued on my Liz Hurley
VIMALA: Habits die hard, I give up.
PRATAP: Give up on me or my habits.
SFX - Door buzzer sounds (PAUSE)
VIMALA: It could be Sekhar.
(PAUSE)
SCENE - 11
INT - Vimala in the drawing room.
VIMALA: Who’s that?
PRATI: It’s me mom.
SFX- Soundtrack of a door opening.
VIMALA: What Keerti, both of you bunked classes or what.
KEERTI: Auntie, you know it’s not possible with Prati.
PRATI: What happened to your trip mummy?
VIMALA: Well, it’s a long story of only a few miles journey.
PRATI: What mummy, you talk so strangely.