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Thursday, September 15, 2005

A Rainy Day


She sipped her tea slowly, and occasionally blew it to make sure the tea didn't burn her lips. She scanned the sky for some positive signs.

He came in the kitchen with newspaper in hand and scanned through it hopefully.
Both of them were looking for the signal form the Rain God to move out of the house, afraid that they might wake up the demons between them which has been put to sleep a long time ago, to be precise a few months into their courtship.

During the initial days after their marriage everything was covered up under the bubbles of the excitement to explore each other physically and the "Just Married" tag their family and friends had labeled them. But once the bubbles fizzed out and life was adjusted to a routine their grey sides started showing up.

He was a workaholic. Work, success and money was his priority. Failure was not a word which existed in his dictionary, when it came to business.
She always wanted something more from life More fun, more friends, more popularity and much much more. . She was upset that he took least interest in her Life and was always busy with his meetings and his business deals. He never bothered to see what she wrote and never appreciated her for what she claimed to be - A Writer. Infact he dispised her as a writer and once even commented "This is just something to keep urself from getting bored as a rich man's wife. Other women join Kitty groups you Write columns."


Their differences turned to distances between them. Initially both avoided talking about their professional life and then eventually their personal life became something of their own. Although they lived under one roof they lived two separate lives where there was no place for the other. He stayed away in the name of business trips, meetings and conferences and she in the name of her column, book publishing and socialite parties.

So today when the entire city has come to a standstill because of the heavy rains, both felt that might step on the wrong foot and dig up the differences to the surface. At the same time pretending to be strangers in each others physical presence was also difficult, because deep below the distance and differences they both had feelings for each other which has bee long sedated and numbed.

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