She pulled out the neatly starched and pressed pink salwar suit with crystal white dupatta, from the wardrobe. Held it against her in front of the mirror to see if suits her the way it always did. A mild grin came on her face when she recollected the compliments she got from her dear hubby every single time she wore it. It made her look thin, beautiful and gave a bright outlook. So, the decision was easy to make. She had chosen the dress for the occasion. The pearl necklace and bracelet to adorn her(Anniversaries help, don’t they? More so, the magical ones like 5th),there was no stopping her from looking gorgeous.
She relentlessly searches through the huge collection of ear-rings, in the drawers until she laid her hands on the pair she looked for.As she put them in place to hang through the holes in her ear-lobes, tear-drops that where crystal clear, almost washed her kajal away to draw the smudged lines on her once impeccably dressed face. The world before her collapsed. She sank.
Guilt killed her. What was she up to? To meet him who once gave her the ear-rings but never could come back to see her graced by them? To meet him who was jailed for violence.. of hitting a set of eve-teasers when she was targeted? To cheat on her dutiful husband? She didn't know. She sat still.
Sometimes, the most loved people are the ones you would never want to see again. For peace to prevail . For emotions to hibernate or die...
She sat still. Until the door bell rang. A splash of water to wipe the lines on her face that separated her worlds, of heart and reality. Ear-rings back to where they were, dumped to be never seen again.... or maybe, until a time she is never tempted to.
She ran to get the door. Her husband walked in. Planted a kiss on her fore-head. She smiled.. perhaps.
