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"Seema's Sky" is a translation of Prakash Trivedi's Gujrati novel "Seemanu Aakash". It has been specially translated by Ashok Dholabhai for shaaditimes. It is a love story and more.
The ferry was some distance away from the Statue of Liberty. Nikhil found the face of the statue larger and even more beautiful than what he had seen in picture post cards and films. These could give no idea about the size and magnificence of the face. They passed about 150 yards from the statue. "Good", thought Nikhil "Else I would have seen the pimples on her face."
Now, on their left was South Manhattan with the World Trade Center and Wall Street surrounded by 50 to 70 storied buildings housing banks, insurance and trading companies. The ferry was turning slowly to the left.
Seema remained silent most of the time. When the ferry took a full U-turn she said, "This is East River." Nikhil remarked, "From the lap of the Hudson to the lap of the East River." Seema looked at him in surprise.
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| She was standing very close to Nikhil almost embracing him and yet neither of them was even aware of it nor did they think it inappropriate or embarrassing. |
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New York city was spread out on both banks of the river. On their left were the tall buildings of the Manhattan and on their right were the rows of smaller buildings of Queens sub-district. In the distance could be seen the trees of Roosevelt Island and the stark factories of Brooklyn. They were gradually moving towards the famous view of New York - the United Nations building, the glittering Chrysler Tower and tower above them all, the Empire State Building. All these were symbols of strength, wealth, prosperity, human ability, competence dignity, labour, capability and universality.
In another half an hour the ferry entered a small canal. Seema said with some embarrassment "Harlem River." She started pointing out landmarks to Nikhil. He, on his part, was spell-bound. Both by these sights and by the sight of Seema who was gazing wide-eyed at the sight spread out before them. She explained to him in detail the finer aspects of the architecture of some European styles villas.
There was a touch of chill in the air and yet Nikhil did not feel it perhaps because of the warmth of Seema's conversation, her enthusiasm and her physical presence. She was standing very close to Nikhil almost embracing him and yet neither of them was even aware of it nor did they think it inappropriate or embarrassing.
Seeing small houses on hilltops surrounded by lush greenery Seema was in a reverie. Suddenly, taking Nikhil's hand she told him as if to someone very intimate, "One day I too will have a home like this." This was not a plain dream of an Indian girl but a multicolored dream of an American.
It was getting colder. It would take another half an hour for the ferry to reach Pier 83. In spite of it being summer Nikhil felt the need for a sweater. Seema did not seem to be affected at all. Wrapped up in her dreams she seemed to be immune to the cold and for Nikhil her very nearness and intimacy gave him warmth.
Seema's ambitious words, "One day I too will have a home like this" sent Nikhil into the fever of expectation.
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