It was a different kind of morning today. The sun seemed brighter. The birds chirped louder. My husband and I had the most amazimg morning sex. Today, coffee was less bitter, and the house chores seemed somewhat manageable. The kids outside happily waved back, and the office bus didnt take so long to arrive. Today, the morning was beautiful and the day felt welcoming. I wondered why. Well, today, I didn’t think about him the first thing in the morning.
While she mentally committed herself in love with him, his mental state was driving him to commit a suicide because of the love he thought he had lost.
Both of them just a misunderstanding away, waited for each other’s call.
Why is it so hard to express love? Both wondered.
Next day, she finally builds up a courage to let him know. Just as she was about to leave, a phone call informs her that he had bid his goodbye the night before.
Destiny does has its way of letting us know who’s the boss.
She was nervous and on the verge of crying. Remembering the tears dwelling from those eyes were the only thing she kept thinking about that day. Getting the house chores done was rather difficult. She called her husband. She needed someone to console her and to affirm that everything will be okay.
It was time – 1:30 PM. Unable to keep the anxiety away, she took the car keys and drove off. It was taking longer to reach the destination as she kept glancing at every minute vanishing by in the digital clock on the dashboard.
Parking became difficult than ever, but she managed nonetheless. As she hurriedly walked in and apprehensively asked for Ashley from the receptionist, she was requested to wait for another 5 minutes.
5 minutes! Seemed like eternity!
Finally, she sees a glimpse of small hands clutched around a lady. That confused tiny face and then the stars twinkling in the eyes as the little girl sees her mommy. She runs leaving the lady behind and hugs her mother tightly. Looking down, she sees her tiny lover smile.
Mommy sighs! The first day in school wasn’t that bad after all…
The sun stares hard at the physical work and the displayed kind, cruel, meager acts of two faced human race below. Inhaling the atrocities of people, sighing at the different roles everyone plays.
Then the sun complains about it being the toughest job in this universe.
But the moon…the moon quietly goes through the misery, listening to the dirtiest of secrets and feeling the pain of heartbreak and unsaid loneliness of all..& then..
And then it melts away, silently drinking away the darkness from every awakened soul.
While the rich complained about not finding a way to adjust their black money somewhere,
The death of a poor grandmother went unnoticed, because waiting in long queue for the note change costed away her life.
Then they convinced her to leave her job and get married, for another gem like man was hard to find,
Then they asked her for children, for with age comes difficulty to conceive,
She did. Twice.
And then what they asked next, finally wrecked her life into pieces, for what they wanted was a baby boy..
Such an uneven life, meeting monsters in the name of “society”.
& you know what’s the sad part? A lot of Indian women can relate to this.
His eyes shines brighter as he embraces her in his arms,
“There’s nobody as beautiful as you,” he says.
A woman glances up from the bed . *Smiles*
“Not even your mommy”.