By Neel Anil Panicker (299 words)
If ever a survey were to be conducted to find out the most friendly couple among the residents of Silver Oaks, the tony neighborhood that abutted the southern banks of the river Ganges that served as the informal line of demarcation between those who had made it in life and those who hadn’t in South Kolkata, then the Banerjees would have won it hands down.
The two were charm personified, Kaustabh and his beautiful wife, Ira.
Individually, each stepped out armed with an omnipresent smile and a liberal serving of kind words, ever doling out ounces of benevolence and lending grace wherever they went and whomsoever they chanced upon.
All partook of their goodness, right from the Johns, their next door neighbours, to the rather boisterous Oscar family that stayed two lanes further, to Martha, the hawk eyed one armed septuagenarian widow who kept house, ensuring that the guests who flocked to their much anticipated weekly parties were well looked after.
The ambience around the Banerjees was always one of warmth and happiness and laughter.
All this despite the fact that the two, who had been married for close to a decade and half were not on talking terms with each other.
For when the merriment would end and parties wrap up, and the last of the guests would have left the sprawling bungalow, they would hurriedly repair to their own separate rooms and stay closeted there as darkness descended all over.
Come mornings, once Martha had served them their breakfasts, they would leave, almost simultaneously but on individual cars, Kaustabh for Art Carat, the diamond cutting firm that he headed and Ira for the downtown Animal Rights Inc. of which was the chairperson and single largest individual patron.
Statuesque to all, statues to themselves, that’s what the two were.
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