By the time they reached home, it had stopped raining. The sky was an unnaturally bright blue, the air heavy and hot. They got to work instantly. She got out the ironing board and started ironing his clothes. He pulled out his suitcases from the closet. They were musty from an 8-month long sabbatical. All his travel clothes were soon stacked up in little piles all around the room. He picked a set, discarded another, fussed over a third. Matching shoes, socks, handkerchiefs, underwear… the works. She ironed a couple of shirts, a few pairs of trousers and a pair of cotton shorts and packed it for him. The two pairs of shoes didn’t fit in the suitcase until she advised him to wear one of the pairs instead of packing it. All the items finally fit in and the suitcase was locked. He showered and changed. She reminded him to pack his belts and ear-buds. Soon after, he gave a final survey to his luggage, kissed her good-bye and drove away.
She looked around the dirty apartment and sighed in dismay. The sink was full of greasy dishes, there were dirty clothes strewn all around along with the freshly washed ones, the carpet was a display of brown shoe-prints. She soon got to work, picking this, cleaning that… She folded all the washed clothes neatly and placed them in the cupboard. Picking up the dirty clothes, she filled them into the laundry bags. The dishes were piled into the dishwasher. She got the vacuum cleaner out and ran it all over the tiny apartment. Her knees were killing her but she couldn’t find the courage to stop, take a breather.
After an hour of scrubbing, washing and cleaning, she finally straightened her aching back and looked around. There was nothing remaining to be done. She went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. The clock struck 9:00 pm. She turned the TV on. She surfed listlessly but found nothing interesting. Well, I have to sleep, she tiredly thought. She turned the light off the instant she entered the room so that she wouldn’t have to see the empty bed. Quietly she crept into the once-warm bed and pulled the comforter over her head. The instant her fingers touched the empty pillow next to hers, her reserve broke. She sobbed uncontrollably, like a child.
[A dramatised and *dressed-up* piece of fiction….The essential disclaimer]
Ummm…..When is Pinchu coming back?
August 29, 2004 — 8:45 pm
August 29, 2004 — 8:47 pm
Oh! I thought the post was about you.
August 29, 2004 — 9:42 pm
By any chance did you add that disclaimer later?
August 29, 2004 — 9:44 pm
I should have put it up earlier itself.
August 30, 2004 — 5:07 am
i read this piece yesterday. u had not put the disclaimer till that time. 🙂 and thought ur hubby had embarked on a trip. :))
if it is entirely a work of fiction – it should be considered even more remarkable. 🙂
August 30, 2004 — 7:04 am
Yeah.. I should have put the disclaimer rightaway.
August 30, 2004 — 8:08 am
I have a tendency to *read* drama, passion, intensity in every-day, mundane situations – and blog about it. The above was an example of that trait.
August 30, 2004 — 8:16 am
Which is why all women should work.:)
August 30, 2004 — 1:15 am
Not a fool-proof solution…
August 30, 2004 — 8:13 am
Not much we can do about fools…..
August 31, 2004 — 3:30 am
I liked it.
Seems like your creative juices are flowing. 🙂
August 30, 2004 — 10:21 am
August 30, 2004 — 10:27 am