05 | The Power of Communication

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Riya's Pov

"Bye Maa, Bye Bhabhi." I called out from the entrance, glancing at the two women through my shoulder,

"I'll be back by nine." I affirmed, knowing well what my mother was supposed to instruct next.

"Bye and enjoy!" The duo replied in unison, smiling at me.

It was Sunday already, allowing me and Purva to spend our day shopping and making necessary purchases for her wedding.

Although, I had a pretty decent concern that it was not just any shopping but lingerie shopping.

The moment Purva updated me with this information, refusal was my reflex. After a few puppy-eyes, emotional blackmails, dramatic dialogues, and angry glares, we were here at;

Shop Seduction

We have been buying nonstop for everything Purva can think of considering her wedding followed barely twenty days away.

Needed or not, she had been purchasing every little thing as of as if all the shops in Delhi had been up for a shutdown.

From napkins to needles, notepads to nail cutters, you name it and she'll purchase it.

Taking undue advantage of the Bride and My Best Friend tag, she had been successful in tagging me everywhere she wanted.

The wedding is supposed to happen in Delhi, Rishabh's hometown and we've hardly eighteen days left with us for the shopping considering we will be reaching Delhi two days before the day.

Hence, after informing our parents that we were going to buy a few Western stuff, here we are, unabashedly gawking at an eclectic variety of seductive lingerie.

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An inaudible gasp fell past my lips witnessing the skimpy pieces of material lying in front of me. My eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment for they left nothing for the other person's imagination.

Peignoir

Negligee

Corset

Thong

Halter

Chemise

Bustier

Oh My Freaking God!

If not for Purva, I wouldn't have known these names in my lifetime. And eccentrically, as per the saleswoman, these tiny things could be worn for different occasions.

Though, I was only aware of only one,

Doffing it at some corner of the room with two horny people busy doing hanky-panky with each other.

Scrunching my face at the wild imagination, I whisper exclaimed,

"What are you going to do with these many varieties? In the end, they all will be serving the same fate!" My eyes wandered around to ensure I wasn't heard by anyone else.

She rolled her eyes in response, her fingers crawling inside the fabric to feel the material and comfort.

"Which one?" She asked instead.

"I'm not the right person to answer this." I muttered, agitated and she peered at me with a deadly glare.

"What?" I scowled, "I do not have an inch of an idea about how, when, and with what they are worn for." I clarified.

"Still." She mumbled, disheartened.

"It would have been better if instead of bringing me here, you had tagged along Rishabh with you. He knows better about this lacy stuff considering he has seen you in all these, with and without both." I rambled in my defense.

Purva's face flushed as she turned crimson at my statement

"Rii." She whined, "If I had tagged him along, my night surprise would have been ruined." She pouted adorably, knowing I couldn't resist her innocent requests.

Shaking my head at her superficial dramatization, I sighed in defeat,

"Fine, I am standing here, Choose whatever you want to, I'll be telling you which color will suit you and which not."

"Okay!" She beamed making my lips tug in satisfaction.

"By the way Missy, you also need to pay attention to these types and their uses, because your time is also not far when you'll be tagging me along to buy some hanky-panky stuff for yourself." She razzed, wiggling her eyebrows at her innuendo.

I was stupid enough that her remark was able to turn my face scarlet. Nevertheless, the mere thought of it and the varied possibilities did create a tinge of tingling sensations squirming in my stomach.

Focus.

Shaking any unholy thoughts off my mind, I countered,

"If you are done fascinating about our respective wedding nights, can we please buy the stuff we are here for?" I picked up a random red-colored sheer thing, diverting her attention to the task at hand.

"Oh yeah." She exclaimed, her prey eyes focusing on the pieces with utmost concentration.

Finally, after two hours of sheer torture with Purva constantly cribbing about the lack of enough color and designs, we managed to buy almost all the varieties that Purva presumed she'd need.

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Dropping Purva at her place, I reached home at eight, my feet moving to the kitchen to drink some water.

"Done with shopping?" Bhabhi asked, exiting the bedroom.

"Hanji." I replied, my lips pressed against the rim of the steel glass.

"You didn't purchase anything?" Maa was next in line which made me usher to sit on the sofa before she rebuked me for drinking water while standing.

"Nah."

At least not yet.

She hummed, knowing my disinterest in shopping, "Acha, go and change now and take some rest. Your night duty is waiting." Mom teased.

"Yes, Boss" I mock saluted.

in case, you are wondering which duty, then it's the same duty that almost every Indian girl fears and would relate to.

Making chapatis.

It's a life skill to be known by everyone, irrespective of gender, however, still a major chunk of the population considers it crucial for a woman to know cooking by the age of eighteen.

After a lot of grilling from Maa for one full month, I was finally able to make some soft and fluffy chapatis instead of those hard, shapeless pieces of flat dough that I used to make in the initial days of learning.

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After having a hearty lunch with my colleague and friend Nisha, I trudged my way to the next class.

The rowdy bunch of students who were earlier occupied in hooting and creating a ruckus sobered up as soon as they spotted my presence and quietly settled on their seats.

After the customary greetings and class attendance, Jeenat, one of the front benchers asked,

"Ma'am which activity are we going to do today?"

Yes, an activity.

I created an unspoken rule for myself on the very first day I started working at this college that my teaching would not only be confined to subjective knowledge but would also entail educating and grooming my students as much as I could.

As the student strength is the least at the weekend, I thought to utilize every second and fourth Saturday, indulging them in a fun-filled activity allowing them to learn while having fun.

I was able to choose a fun yet educational activity for my students every other week because of all the Youth leadership camps, NSS camps, and personality development classes I took as a student.

"So students, for today's activity, I will be speaking a short yet little complex sentence in the ear of the very first student, sitting on the first bench, and he/she will be passing the same line to the person sitting next. This process will continue until it reaches the last student on the last bench." I explained, my face gleaming with excitement.

"After that, this last student has to come ahead and tell the same line in front of the class. Understood?" I confirmed, my gaze wandering around the class.

"Yes, Ma'am." Their thrilled voices chorused.

Hence, after whispering a random line in the ears of the first student, the activity began.

The activity was finished after about ten minutes of students grumbling that they didn't understand the entire statement or couldn't recall it completely.

The final student read the line out in front of the class, and it turned out to be quite different from what I had informed the first student.

Exactly, what I wanted.

Chuckles and teasings resounded due to the unexpected alteration of the original sentence.

Silencing them, I posed,

"Any idea, what this activity taught you today?"

The students peered at me in puzzlement, their noses crunched in a thoughtfulness,

"This activity taught you the Power of Communication. Students, there will be many instances in your life when you will believe all the negative things said to you about your friend or someone close to you by a random third person. It can be Hey! your friend ABC said this about you or 'Hey! your friend made fun of you behind your back etc. Listening and believing such rumors will ultimately create problems, misunderstandings, and rifts within your friendships and relationships".

Settling myself on one of the benches, I faced the students with a gentle smile,

"Now you know, that the information as in the activity we have seen, doesn't remain the same when it passes from so many people, it is bound to change as more people add on. Hence, there is a high possibility that the same thing was said with a completely different intention, context, wording, and perspective as opposed to what you were told." My heart smiled looking at their keen eyes,

"The information lost its essence when traveled through multiple people instead of you and the first person. Therefore, in such circumstances, do not rely on what you listen to from others rather rely on the power of positive communication. One which includes a direct talk with the person concerned, the one where you trust the actions and gestures of the person concerned rather than random rambles of the third person."

My explanation concluded while observing their thoughtful faces as if they were pondering over all the rumors they had believed in the past that might have been the cause of rifts in their friendships.

A few seconds later, convinced by my description, they all nodded their heads with wide smiles and shimmering eyes.

Exchanging some light discussions, I trudged out of the class contended by yet another lesson I was able to imbibe in these young minds.

I will always be grateful for this career because it has allowed me to impart knowledge to my students that goes beyond the realm of the classroom, imbibe learnings that will benefit them in the long run, bestow wisdom that might help them save their relationships from the tangle of complications. Something worthy that will help them comprehend the effects of both effective and ineffective communication on individuals.

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