Madhubala ~ Clayful Beginings
Madhubala ~ Clayful beginnings
She wandered from room to room, feeling lonely without him.
Biwi! Biwi! Still ringing in her ears from this morning. And then he had gone off to a shoot the ever present Bittuji following behind him like a faithful terrier.
Ma and Dips had gone of shopping and Kuku and Sikki had also gone out she didn’t know where.
She mused even if the rest of the family had been here she still would have been lonely without RK. They constantly jibbed her about anything and everything, especially when RK or Bittuji were not there to act in her defence.
Walking without really thinking she walked to the end of the corridor and saw a door to a room which she had never been in, wondering what it was she opened and looked inside.
It was a studio! Madhubala smiled for the first time since RK had left this morning. Wandering in she took in the shelves of various pottery, some recently made some drying some already fired. She wondered who it belonged to. In the far corner she saw a potters wheel. Always wanting to try her hand at but never having had the opportunity she walked towards it with childish glee.
She looked down as the balls of clay that were in a bucket on the floor, many shaping and various tools were laid out next to the wheel, she didn’t have a clue what they were but she was going to try them all out. With a huge grin on her face she wound the end of her cream saree around her and tucked it in to her waistband. Slipping on the the stool in front of the wheel she looked for the switch and turned it on, instantly it sprang to life spraying her with water and clay that had been left behind from previous use.
“Oh!” she gasped wiping her face and looking down at herself.
“Eleo! Abhi to shuri nahi kiya aur bilkul RK ke jaise mujhe taana maar diya!” She muttered.
Finger tapping chin in thought she tried to remember how she had seen a woman in a potters village do it when they had gone to Rajaesthan on a shoot. She took a ball of clay from the bucket and slapped it hard in the middle of the wheel as she had seen the woman do.
Pressing the switch she watched as the ball spun fast and furiously in front of her, leaning forward she cupped her hands and started to shape it. She hadn’t realised watching that village woman that the clay had a life of its own, it rose and sank, it spun and squished in her fingers. Giggling uncontrollably she tried to keep hold of it tightly. She remembered the woman had used lots of water, so she took a handful from a bucket nearby and poured it onto the clay, squealing with laughter as it sprayed everywhere, all over her face dribbling down to her cleavage.
“Biwi! Biiiiiiiwwwwwwwiiiiii! Shooting cancel ho gaya!”
His eyes searched for her in their room which is where she usually was. A scowl came over his face, where was she? Fishing out his mobile he rang her number growling with annoyance as he heard it ring from her side of the bed. So if the mobile was here she couldn’t be that far away. Impatiently he strode out to find her shouting for all the servants.
Striding into the kitchen, he growled at Munna, “biwi ko dekha?”
“haan sir” Munna replied.
“Where is she?” RK’s speared him angrily with his eyes.
“Ghar par, guddu dheek nahi that na, tou who ghar hai!” Munna replied his face pale.
RK started at him for one long moment and strode off screaming, “Idiot! Meri biwi! Not yours!”
“Oh bhabhiji she was upstairs.” Munna smiled happily.
Taking the stairs two at a time he walked down to their room maybe she was in the bathroom, just then he heard a peel of laughter that stopped him in his tracks. Turning his eyes darkened as he saw where the sound was coming from. Walking towards it softly he opened the door. The sight that met his eyes had him gasping for breath.
She was covered in splatter, it dribbled down her face, running down her throat. Her hair wild about her face. She sat on the stool leaning forward on to of the wheel, giving him a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage, encased in a tight red brocade blouse. Her hands covered in clay right up to her elbows. The tip of her pink tongue sticking out as she concentrated on the task before her. He watched as her small hands tried to mould the clay and bring it up.
A crooked smile lit up his face, she was utterly hopeless at the task but from her giggles and smiles she looked as if she was having fun. It was good to see her so carefree after all the pain of recent setbacks. She looked so adorable and sexy.
She frowned at the clay and said, ” tum bilkul RK jaise ho, he always does what he wants too!”
Suddenly feeling his presence she looked up and her eyes clashed with his. Her cheeks flushed bright red at having being caught in the act of thinking about him. He saw the huge soft brown orbs and felt himself being pulled into those devastating depths. He stood just watching her, drawn to her and yet holding back. His heart said move forward but his mind held him back.
should I carry on? jane :))