Ambedo

 

Melancholy

11:00 am

She lay there motionless, soaking the energy from the universe. She thought she had finally learned to survive…

Her eyes met with that of a tiny lizard, it ran off few seconds later; she kept staring at nothing. From the balcony, she heard the squirrel talk and shout – the tea was getting colder – she, for once, let things happen the way they did and didn’t care at all.

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4:00 pm

She hears the doorbell again.

Her stomach churned, yet another time. Was this him again, she feared. Will it be another war where her self-respect loses to shame and guilt? She sat there for some time – wondering if she won’t open the door, she might not have to face him at all – that he would leave.

Why would he come again after few weeks? Was it something that he left? Or was it just to scare her and assert his power once more?

I won’t let him inside my house this time – I’ll shout and create a scene, if required.

She hid her face in her palms with shame and helplessness – she knew he would overpower her this time, again. With all the courage left, she gathered herself and went to the door. It was a courier from the online shopping portal she shopped from few days ago.

Right then, she realized, how unhappy her life was.

 

Quatervois

She quivered when she heard the doorbell. It couldn’t be him again, she dreaded.

Even the doorbell scared her now.

Quatervois

She rose, in hesitation, to open the door. There he was – with a smirk on his face and eyes full of everything but love.

“Why can’t you stop coming here, uninvited?”, she asked, shaking.

“I can’t keep letting you in every time. I don’t want you here – don’t you understand? Why do you even…”, before she could finish, he simply pushed the door open and dumped his bags in the corner.

“Luggage? What is that for? Are you planning to stay over?”, she shouted or that’s what she thought she did. Maybe out of fear, it seemed just like a whimper to him. He didn’t bother to respond, just like usual.

She led the trouble right into her door time and again. Why couldn’t she just stop everything, she wondered –  half determined and half scared.

She followed him into the bedroom where he was busy looking for something in his pockets. One by one, he poured out the stuff – bits of paper, gum, cigarettes, CONDOMS.