t i t l i

it is wierd.

sometimes a single line can disrupt your entire thought process or your fine balance.

titli was in love for a long time. it seemed like she knew her husband for ages. as she watched her son pore over his statistics book, and nod his head once to a sudden silent exhilaration of a sudden solution to a sum, she turned her head towards her window. outside a plane went whirring overhead with a loud noise. she tried to remember the events of the last evening. 

it was their fifth anniversary. titli's husband had come home with red orchids. she was terribly fond of red, and was delighted that he still remembered it. the evening had passed slowly and silently. titli's son had gone off to sleep and they had made quiet passionate love on the balcony of their high rise apartment with the lights of the nearby road glittering in the deep distant. later when she got up to shuffle across the floor to the bathroom, she saw the computer had not been switched off. her husband was nowhere to be seen and the screen was open at a letter...

the words went washy infront of her blurry eyes.

benaras... BHU campus... ganga ghat... doodh and rabri shop... lights... firewood in the distance... misty early mornings... happy memories with you...

a window was open.

it said, i miss you.

"what are you doing!!!why are you still awake!!!"

titli jumped up in fright...and she backed away...

scared to even look at him.

the cat meowed from her kitchen.

it wanted some milk. she was moved out of her reverie.

life... it was a joke to her just like her marriage was.

a joke. a pointless funny joke. she sighed and got up to feed her cat.

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