It was tiresome day . I whacked the envelop on the table and found myself on the bed . I was feeling different today. Different? but what? How weird is this word 'different' is !
It envelops all the feeling we don't know or those we don't want to know. Perhaps I was Happy - In deed I was!.
After all I was getting free soon . I made an step towards my happiness. My lawyer has almost ensured me while handling me the divorce paper that I would get rid of my present to-say hubby Ankit. I didn't feel pity for him .
Ankit - he felt in my love two years back while we were in the university . I was never in a position to say that I equally loved him.
But, being aware that my parents were liking him and that he is not-so-bad kind of man for the typical middle class Indian girls, who don't have much privilege to mention their choice vociferously, I agreed to marry him. The phrase 'healthy, wealthy and wise' was sitting adjust-ably on his shoulders.
He was good and the same he hold for me. I tried to be occupied in his world as much as I could . After all social formalities, we were fueling the wheel of life slowly and judiciously.
I felt many a times that We were happy couple, if not the happiest ones. We were earning - He was a lecturer in the city's college and I was working in a bank - We were learning.
But, good times don't have tenacity to endure longer - not when there is some seed is there to germinate and feed bad times.
That Friday- I remember the day - I caught him first time telling me a white lie. I hate lies nad my this hate can transcend any other love. I had got a half day and I got his promise in the morning that
he would come early today and we would go for a movie. I was told in his college that he had departed in afternoon . After all my patience of waiting ended, he reached home and tried to persuade me by just a defensive word of ' Sorry!' wrapped in wry smile . He was tired much more than someone becomes in the business of teaching .
I asked the actual reason and I was answered that there was nothing . I felt dizziness and pain the similar to how I felt yesterday.
I don't care much on trifle things. But, he was lost since then - unevenly came late, said the same words' Nothing!' on all my attempts to inquire and support him.
It's the very nature of a woman that she does all her business with full heart and a knot of doubt is good enough to weaken the sting of love , she is tied with . I was not an exception .
I started inquiring all his activity, where was he going , when was he going and primarily how many times did he tell me a lie.
I heard him talking to a lady , perhaps a doctor, several times, but I did not ask him . Perhaps I too did not want to increment the number of lies he told me .
One morning, a white envelop fell down from his coat and when I picked up from the ground , he almost snatched that from me. I was embarrassed and astonished.
All roots of trusts were drying up . I was hurt . I cried. This accumulated by time.
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When I opened my eyes , I found myself hospitalized. I didn't take much time to figure out that I was operated. The nurse informed my awakening to the doctor and the doctor rushed towards me with a ostensibly cordial smile and a loads of blabbers . I didn't care much on doctor's continuous movements of lips. I wanted to know the reason I was there.
Soon I was informed that I met a kidney failure and I needed a replacement of the organ . Crumbs! So, this is why I was getting frequent dizziness in past several months. Why was I not informed? Were they not knowing this ? Was this all of sudden ? I was shrouded by many obvious questions.
'Ankit too is fine! ' the doctor said.
In no time , I realized that Ankit had donated me the kidney risking his own life. He was aware of this problem of mine and he kept the things disguised to me . He didn't want me to give a wee bit of worry . And, those calls..... those envelops.... and his sudden anxieties... all were the part of this case .
I felt ashamed and proud together . Ashamed for what I was going to do and proud for being in Ankit's life.
With waters in my eyes, I was inadvertently drenching the pillow . Everyone related to this case had different wishes - the doctor wanted to add one more successful story of operation in her practice ; my parents and in-laws wished for our safe discharge from hospital ; Ankit wanted that I be back in his life and continue the life inning.
All that I wanted there lying on the bed was to return home and burn the divorce papers to no-identity before anyone sees that. My doubts had already created a mistake and I didn't want to turn that into a blunder.
It envelops all the feeling we don't know or those we don't want to know. Perhaps I was Happy - In deed I was!.
After all I was getting free soon . I made an step towards my happiness. My lawyer has almost ensured me while handling me the divorce paper that I would get rid of my present to-say hubby Ankit. I didn't feel pity for him .
Ankit - he felt in my love two years back while we were in the university . I was never in a position to say that I equally loved him.
But, being aware that my parents were liking him and that he is not-so-bad kind of man for the typical middle class Indian girls, who don't have much privilege to mention their choice vociferously, I agreed to marry him. The phrase 'healthy, wealthy and wise' was sitting adjust-ably on his shoulders.
He was good and the same he hold for me. I tried to be occupied in his world as much as I could . After all social formalities, we were fueling the wheel of life slowly and judiciously.
I felt many a times that We were happy couple, if not the happiest ones. We were earning - He was a lecturer in the city's college and I was working in a bank - We were learning.
But, good times don't have tenacity to endure longer - not when there is some seed is there to germinate and feed bad times.
That Friday- I remember the day - I caught him first time telling me a white lie. I hate lies nad my this hate can transcend any other love. I had got a half day and I got his promise in the morning that
he would come early today and we would go for a movie. I was told in his college that he had departed in afternoon . After all my patience of waiting ended, he reached home and tried to persuade me by just a defensive word of ' Sorry!' wrapped in wry smile . He was tired much more than someone becomes in the business of teaching .
I asked the actual reason and I was answered that there was nothing . I felt dizziness and pain the similar to how I felt yesterday.
I don't care much on trifle things. But, he was lost since then - unevenly came late, said the same words' Nothing!' on all my attempts to inquire and support him.
It's the very nature of a woman that she does all her business with full heart and a knot of doubt is good enough to weaken the sting of love , she is tied with . I was not an exception .
I started inquiring all his activity, where was he going , when was he going and primarily how many times did he tell me a lie.
I heard him talking to a lady , perhaps a doctor, several times, but I did not ask him . Perhaps I too did not want to increment the number of lies he told me .
One morning, a white envelop fell down from his coat and when I picked up from the ground , he almost snatched that from me. I was embarrassed and astonished.
All roots of trusts were drying up . I was hurt . I cried. This accumulated by time.
****
When I opened my eyes , I found myself hospitalized. I didn't take much time to figure out that I was operated. The nurse informed my awakening to the doctor and the doctor rushed towards me with a ostensibly cordial smile and a loads of blabbers . I didn't care much on doctor's continuous movements of lips. I wanted to know the reason I was there.
Soon I was informed that I met a kidney failure and I needed a replacement of the organ . Crumbs! So, this is why I was getting frequent dizziness in past several months. Why was I not informed? Were they not knowing this ? Was this all of sudden ? I was shrouded by many obvious questions.
'Ankit too is fine! ' the doctor said.
In no time , I realized that Ankit had donated me the kidney risking his own life. He was aware of this problem of mine and he kept the things disguised to me . He didn't want me to give a wee bit of worry . And, those calls..... those envelops.... and his sudden anxieties... all were the part of this case .
I felt ashamed and proud together . Ashamed for what I was going to do and proud for being in Ankit's life.
With waters in my eyes, I was inadvertently drenching the pillow . Everyone related to this case had different wishes - the doctor wanted to add one more successful story of operation in her practice ; my parents and in-laws wished for our safe discharge from hospital ; Ankit wanted that I be back in his life and continue the life inning.
All that I wanted there lying on the bed was to return home and burn the divorce papers to no-identity before anyone sees that. My doubts had already created a mistake and I didn't want to turn that into a blunder.
