Mithra

Somebody’s Wife   {1} Life changes in fraction of a second. I have seen it, but today was nothing like what I had experienced before.  I stretched out on the couch yawning and paused the movie on the TV. Looking at my phone, I realised that it was 7.15pm. The living-room was dark as usual. The curtains were always closed except for a few minutes in the morning. The world outside was soaked in light and fireworks. I had forced myself to take a holiday, not to enjoy Diwali but to avoid seeing the display of happiness. I did not hate happiness, I did not love it either. My job was not the reason for my loneliness, it was just an excuse. The noise of fireworks tore through the deafening silence in my home. Sometimes the silence was so overbearing that noise of any kind was a welcome change. I splashed cold water on my face and looked into the mirror. A pair of expressionless eyes gazing back at me. They were always the same. Opening the fridge, I found a half empty Peps...