She listened to him talk excitedly. His dark eyes shining and his strong muscular hands making huge gestures as he explained to her his plan.she smiled despite herself. That's why she had loved him. The compassion the ambition... Despite herself,A bubble of laughter escaped her throat. He looked at her ,a tinge of pleasure touching his eyes.
She looked down and picked up her camera.Why don't I take pics?! She said.
She looked down and picked up her camera.Why don't I take pics?! She said.
She busied herself taking his photographs while he posed with his painting. Like a kid, he posed.her eyes followed his arms to his chest. He was wearing a white linen shirt loosely buttoned showing his lanky frame.the top button of his jeans was undone,he had hurriedly put on his pair when the courier had arrived.his loose hair falling on his broad forehead. Did he notice her thoughts on her face, she wondered as she flicked through the photos she clicked on her phone. So when she looked at the photos she had taken she missed the shadow that passed in his eyes.
24 hours later, she tip toed into her house. There it was in the middle of their studio apartment.her boyfriend's prize winning painting. She shook off her apron and looked at it. And wondered for the hundredth time what it meant. As a doctor, she could never operate on her relatives . Similarly she could never understand the depth of these paintings. She faced the same mental block.because in both cases, it mattered too much. this time though she felt as if this time was important.as if there was a pertinent message to be known.she sighed to herself. A little bit of hatred for herself escaping with her sigh.she bet that was why James had started hating her in the first place.
He would have slept by now. She entered the cramped bedroom. Both she and James had taken this small apartment a few months back. All they could afford on her salary and his intermittent one. And she had put her foot down that James should keep the biggest space for his studio.he had been apologetic about that for a long time. But then that too had passed away.
He now made a total
Mess of the place. She cleaned as she walked to where he was sleeping on the bed. Prone with half his body hanging off the side. Like a hundred evenings before, she felt the similar rise of very protective almost motherly feelings towards him.
She knelt near him and slowly turned him over. She wondered if every girl felt a little bit maternal towards the guy she loved.
24 hours later, she tip toed into her house. There it was in the middle of their studio apartment.her boyfriend's prize winning painting. She shook off her apron and looked at it. And wondered for the hundredth time what it meant. As a doctor, she could never operate on her relatives . Similarly she could never understand the depth of these paintings. She faced the same mental block.because in both cases, it mattered too much. this time though she felt as if this time was important.as if there was a pertinent message to be known.she sighed to herself. A little bit of hatred for herself escaping with her sigh.she bet that was why James had started hating her in the first place.
He would have slept by now. She entered the cramped bedroom. Both she and James had taken this small apartment a few months back. All they could afford on her salary and his intermittent one. And she had put her foot down that James should keep the biggest space for his studio.he had been apologetic about that for a long time. But then that too had passed away.
He now made a total
Mess of the place. She cleaned as she walked to where he was sleeping on the bed. Prone with half his body hanging off the side. Like a hundred evenings before, she felt the similar rise of very protective almost motherly feelings towards him.
She knelt near him and slowly turned him over. She wondered if every girl felt a little bit maternal towards the guy she loved.
She smoothened the bed, loosened his shirt and pulled the bed sheet over him.lastly she angled his arm back on the bed. She always did this last. She sat there on the floor and gazed at his face. Why he slept so easily though their most tender ritual of the day time together was beyond her.
She freshened up in the bathroom.her tired self yearning for the bed, for his proximity.
It was then she saw it. The condom box lying on the floor near the dustbin.they hadn't had sex for weeks now.
Something clicked in her mind. Or rather got undone.
It was then she saw it. The condom box lying on the floor near the dustbin.they hadn't had sex for weeks now.
Something clicked in her mind. Or rather got undone.
Everything went blank around her. She couldn't see. And for a moment she felt like screaming. Her despair a cry to the universe.But it passed.she willed it to pass.
Like always. She looked away like she had been from everything happening for he past few months.
She washed her face avoiding the mirror.she feared what she would see. She had lost more hair she knew. A pimple had cropped up on her chin.but,most of all she couldn't see the tears and sadness welling up in her eyes .
Like always. She looked away like she had been from everything happening for he past few months.
She washed her face avoiding the mirror.she feared what she would see. She had lost more hair she knew. A pimple had cropped up on her chin.but,most of all she couldn't see the tears and sadness welling up in her eyes .
Gawd, vasuji, hadd kar di aapnr toh
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