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Let's run away?

 Our lives had brutally changed in the past three weeks. We had been posted to a God forsaken place in the East. It had all been painstaking to travel, then locate our new haven but setting up our house was a dream come true. We had been married for three months and 17 days to be exact and placing the “Mannat Amteshwar Sandhu” board on the entrance proved everything worth the effort. My green apple sanitizer’s fragrance desperately tried to mask the stench of our freshly whitewashed MES accommodation. We spent the whole day dealing with his trophies, cut glass crockery, curtains, kitchen counter repairs and tracking his beloved Apache. The night was dark and the moon was the only light when I went for the assemblage of my library.  I couldn’t help but marvel at the biblical books of medicine and my astounding  collection of novels, that I had hoarded all my life, look like relics in the museum. Amteshwar called out for me and I peeked at him with pride and contentment thr...
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I was sitting in my balcony listening to the hauntingly beautiful Ali Sethi song. With rain, accompanied my freshly brewed cup of coffee I got from Nelliyampathy, Kerala. We had two of those hammocks in our balcony – the single-seater ones. The strong wind that blew along the rain made the perfect mood. Sundays were calm and peaceful. She removed hair from her face that the winds messed up. She liked her coffee sweet. And me, I liked it bitter – a little less sweet, if you may. She tied her hair back up and stood against the railing, closing her eyes to feel the rain. Fall in love sometime, they said. I lost all the focus from rain; some things should be enjoyed from a distance. She sat near me, with her hair falling out of her masterpiece she made at the back. I had a hint of a smile on my face. I passed her the towel I carried. I knew she’d need it. I looked the other way to grab her coffee, but… It was not there. I did not want to look the other way. The smile faded away. I knew she was not sitting there. Rain reminded me of you, every time. The balcony smelled like her, with all the flowers she planted. Devdas still had your favorite cushion. She named the hammock that, by the way. I was locked for a long time in my apartment because a virus was out there killing people. It felt like the world was finally coming to end, to peace. “Hey Siri, play ‘if the world was ending’”. We weren’t meant for each other and it was fine. If the world was ending, you’d come over, right?
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