In the short hours of
the morning
the knock on the door
awoke her from deep sleep.
Reluctantly, slowly
with her frowning forehead
with her drowsy eyes
with a lukewarm attitude
she opened the door.
He with his brief-case hanging
from one hand
standing on unsteady legs
without caring to have a look at her
entered the room
wobbled along
threw the brief-case in a
corner of the mattress
threw himself on the mattress
without changing clothes.
The nauseating odour of the
liquor pervaded the room
which forced her to go
directly to the window and to let cool breeze flowing in.
Memories flew back
she was reflecting the yester years
when they were enjoying the honeymoon days
and with the cheerful days over
when the euphoria of honeymoon ended
he started coming late
into the night inebriated.
With tears in her eyes
she pleaded with him
not to be a slave of liquor
not to reach the house
late into the night
not to hurt her tender mind.
She shed tears
she doled out advices aplenty
she squabbled and remained without talking each other
two to three days together
she spent her days without taking food.
She sat drowsing in the
shade of table-lamp
until his arrival
yet he didn’t care
the needling pain piercing
the inner walls of her heart.
His attitude and approach
gradually created a chasm
which widened and widened
day by day.
Her heart brimming
with anger and hatred towards
the man
whom she declined to call her husband
and now
they are two isolated
islands under the same roof.
She knows very well in her
mind that the days of
final separation are
a matter of days….
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