Mithra

It is over…? {3} Strangely, a sense of guilt cropped up in his mind. After an hour, the doctor came out of the ICU. ‘We have removed the damaged tissues and stitched her wound. The medicines are going to keep her unconscious for another 5 to 6 hours. Only after she wakes up we will be able to ascertain the effects of this procedure on her. The good news is that she is out of danger.’ ‘Thank you very much, doctor,’ said Naresh gratefully.  The doctor gave few instructions to the attending nurse and left. She politely told them that only person could stay with the patient. Since Leela was not ready to leave her daughter, she stayed back and the rest left the hospital. Bhuvan dropped Karthik home and returned to his flat. He took a quick shower and walked into the kitchen. His appetite was lost and he only drank a glass of water. Sleep was far from entering his eyes and his last conversation with Uttara kept haunting him. After a few days when he had placed the div...

It is over…? {2} ‘Really? Did she sign it?’ asked Karthik raising his eyebrows. Bhuvan calmly bit into his sandwich and nodded at him. His friend let out a sigh and ate a spoonful of fried rice. ‘What is so surprising? I know that she too wants divorce as much as me,’ said Bhuvan chewing his food. ‘I am still not convinced with your decision. You should have given some more time for your relationship. If you both sit and talk, maybe—’ ‘What is there to talk? I have had enough of being her husband. There is nothing left between us in this marriage. It is only adding more problems in my life. I want some peace,’ he said gruffly. ‘And you are going to find peace by divorcing Uttara. Do you really think that you will be happy after leaving her forever?’ ‘Maybe. But certainly, I won’t be so miserable!’ Karthik did not argue more with his friend. He knew that it was too late for a reconciliation between the husband and wife. Although he sincerely wished for B...

It is over…?  {1} Bhuvan paced in the living room of his flat. He was comfortably dressed in his cotton boxers and vest. He did not bother to look up at the clock again, because it would only increase his restlessness. Deep in thought he ran his hand through his ruffled hair. There was a beep on his phone. It was a WhatsApp alert from his Manager, reminding his juniors about the next day’s meeting with the client. He cursed under his breath and tossed his phone back on the sofa. On the small table nearby was a framed photograph of Uttara sliding a ring onto his finger. It was taken during their engagement. Strangely he peered at it for a few moments. She was dressed in a green silk sari and a smile had lit up her face. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked away. Should I really tell her today…? But this can’t go on for long. It is only going to hurt us more. Someday we will have to come to this decision and the sooner, the better! He let out a sigh and slum...