The Village, Deva Never Went Home To..

The Village, Deva Never Went Home To...

( A Ponmanipudi Story)

"That is not the right note."

Devanand stopped humming.

Dr. Chari looked up from his newspaper....

"Who said?"

"The Devi, Goddess."

Devanand looked at the stone image inside the sanctum.

"She told you?"

"She has been listening to you for six years."

Devi smiled.

"Then She has very poor taste."

Devanand went back to humming. It was an old devotional melody, without words, only a few soft notes rising and falling as he washed the temple steps.

The morning was barely starting to getting alive...A thin mist lay over the fields. The temple bell had not been rung by devotees yet....

But Devanand was already at work.

That was how most people in Ponmanipudi knew Devanand...a little man with a big laugh, clean, punctual. Always humming something nobody could quite identify....sometimes a Sanskrit hymn, sometimes a bhajan, sometimes an old village melody he had learned as a child.

If asked what he was humming, he would say,

"Something I remembered."

And if asked what it meant...he would smile.

"That depends on who is listening, yeah..."

Dev had come from Uttar Pradesh many years ago.

That everybody knew....beyond that, very little....

Dev lived in a small house near the temple with his wife, Devika, and their little boy.

Devika was tiny, gentle, petite woman, perpetually busy. Their son was a cherub with mischievous eyes....

Dev's family wes friendly with everyone....

They attended weddings, funerals and ate in other people's homes....

They helped when someone was ill, always helpful, nice people...

But nobody in Ponmanipudi had ever been invited into their house...not even once....

People noticed this fact and wondered.....but Devanand was so pleasant that nobody quite knew how to ask...

One day, our Chami asked..... abruptly....

Chami was sitting beside Devanand one afternoon, while the priest sorted temple flowers.

"Dev mama..."

"Hmm?"

"Where is your village?"

"Uttar Pradesh."

"Which village?"

"Mine."

Chami frowned.

"What's its name?"

Dev looked at him.

"You ask too many questions."

"That's because you don't answer."

Devanand laughed.

"Good. Keep asking."

"Do you go there?"

"No."

"Why?"

Dev picked up another flower.

"Because Ponmanipudi needs me more..."

Chami wasn't satisfied.

"That's not the real reason."

Devanand looked at him.

For a moment, his smile disappeared.

Then it returned.

"You're becoming dangerous, beta..."

Chami ran away as his attention wandered to a pup which was yelping....

Dev watched him go absently...then, almost without noticing...began humming again...the same three sad notes.

One evening, Dr. Chari and Dev were walking back from the temple.

"How long has it been?"

Deva looked at him.

"Since what?"

"Since you went home."

Deva's walking slowed.

"Home?"

"Your village."

A small faint smile.

"Seven years."

"Seven?"

"Perhaps eight."

"You don't remember?"

"I remember very well."

"Then why did you say perhaps?"

Dev shrugged.

"Some years are longer than others."

They walked on....

Dr. Chari waited....

Nothing more came out.....

The next morning, a letter arrived.

The postman handed it to Devanand outside the temple.

"From Uttar Pradesh."

Dev looked at the envelope.

His fingers froze.... he did not open the letter.

"Bad news?" asked the postman.

Dev smiled.

"Family news is never simple."

He folded the letter and put it into his pocket.

Then he rang the temple bell....

That evening, Devika was waiting for Devanand.

"You got a letter."

"Yes."

"From home?"

Deva nodded.

"Will you open it?"

"Later."

"Tonight?"

"Perhaps."

Devika looked at him.

"You're humming again."

Deva smiled.

"I hum when I don't know what to say....or there is nothing to say...."

Devika didn't answer. She simply put his dinner on the table.

Three days later, Dr. Chari asked what was the news from village.....?

Deva smiled.." It is to be opened yet"

"You're keeping it as a souvenir?"

Dev laughed.

"No."

"Then?"

"I know what it says."

"How?"

"My sister writes the same thing every year."

"What does she say?"

DevAnand looked at Chari...

"Come home, bhaiaya...."

Dr. Chari waited.

"Then why don't you go?"

Deva picked up a fallen jasmine flower.

"I don't know."

It was the first time, Dr. Chari had heard him say those words without a smile.

Life continued as usual....

Deva opened the temple every morning.....

He fed the stray dogs...He argued with Chami.

He quoted scripture when people least expected it....

He knew exactly which lamp smoked and which brass vessel leaked....

He helped old Kamalamma carry sacks of rice....

He sat beside sick villagers...

He went wherever he was needed or called... but Devanand never went home to his village in Uttarpradesh....

One Sunday, Devika came to Dr. Chari's house with their son...They had been invited for lunch. Deva was still busy at temple...

The boy ran around the garden playing with Sita...

Devika sat quietly.

Dr. Chari poured her some buttermilk.

"Devika..."

"Hmm?"

"Does Deva miss his village?"

She looked at him.

"Every day."

That answer surprised him.

"Then why doesn't he go?"

Devika smiled faintly.

"Perhaps he is waiting for the village to become different."

"Can a village do that?"

She looked towards the garden.

"No."

A pause.

"But people can."

That evening, Dr. Chari found Devanand sitting alone outside the temple.

The lamps were lit....The Goddess was decorated with jewels and jasmine.

Deva was humming softly.

"Your wife told me you miss home."

Deva stopped humming.

"She talks too much."

"She said four words."

"Four dangerous words."

Dr. Chari sat beside him.

"Why don't you go?"

Dev looked into the temple.

"My father told me not to return."

"Why?"

Dev was silent.

Then...

"Because I married Devika."

Dr. Chari waited.

Dev smiled sadly.

"He wanted someone else."

"Your family?"

"My father."

"Your mother?"

"She didn't say anything."

"Your brothers?"

"They said many things."

"And you?"

"I left."

"Did Devika come with you?"

"Yes."

"You never went back?"

"Once."

"When?"

"Long ago."

"What happened?"

Deva rubbed his thumb over his palm.

"My mother opened the door."

"And?"

"She looked at Devika."

A pause.

"Then she held her."

Dr. Chari waited.

"What about your father?"

Karthi smiled.

"He stayed inside."

"Did he speak to you?"

"No."

"Did you speak to him?"

"No."

"Why?"

Dev looked towards the dark road.

"Because I was twenty-six."

Dr. Chari frowned.

"What does that mean?"

Deva smiled.

"It means I knew everything."

They both laughed.

Then Dev became quiet.

"I thought I was leaving because I was brave."

"And now?"

"Now I think I was afraid."

That was all he said...

Months passed...

Then one afternoon, a message came....

Dev's father was seriously ill.

Everyone assumed he would leave immediately...He didn't.

He went about his temple duties....bathed the Goddess...changed the flowers...fed the dogs...and yes, hummed softly or tried to...

But ...he forgot the words of the hymn...

Devanand stood before the sanctum...silent...gazing at the Goddess.

Devika found him there.

"You should go."

Dev nodded.

"I know."

"Then go."

He looked at her.

"What if he doesn't want me?"

Devika smiled.

"What if he does?"

Deva said nothing....

That night, he packed a small bag.

His son watched.

"Appa, where are you going?"

"To my village."

"Can I come?"

Deva smiled.

"Not this time."

"Why?"

Dev knelt down...

"Because I have to meet someone."

"Who?"

Dev touched his son's cheek.

"My father."

Deva left before sunrise....

For the first time in eight years...Dev went home to his village.....

He returned eleven days later.

Dr. Chari saw him walking towards the temple...same white clothes...same little smile...same unhurried steps....

"Well?"

Dev looked at him.

"Well what?"

"Your village."

Deva smiled.

"Smaller."

"Your house?"

"Smaller."

"Your father?"

Deva was quiet.

Then...

"Older."

"Did you speak?"

"Yes."

"What did he say?"

Devanand looked at the Goddess.

"He asked whether Devika was well."

Dr. Chari waited.

"And?"

"I said yes."

"Then?"

Dev smiled.

"He asked whether the boy had grown."

"And?"

"I said yes."

"Then?"

Deva's eyes became wet.

"He said..."

Karthi stopped.

"What?"

He looked away.

"He said, 'I suppose I have missed a lot of life....."

Neither man spoke.....

The temple bell moved gently in the wind.

After a while, Dr. Chari asked..

"Will you go again?"

Dev smiled.

"I don't know."

Then he picked up the broom.

"But..."

He looked towards the temple.

"...I think I can now."

The next morning, Dev opened the temple as usual....

The Goddess were waiting....The dogs were waiting.

Chami arrived late....

Devika brought his breakfast....his son chased a butterfly across the courtyard.

And Devanand began humming....the same old melody....three soft notes....then four....then a little more...

Dr. Chari listened.

"You've changed the song."

Deva smiled.

"No."

He looked towards the eastern sky.

"I think I finally remembered the rest."🌿

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