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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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Poison

While everybody else was laughing, crying, dancing and shouting. I just sat in a corner. Thinking. Thinking real hard.
I took out my phone and my fingers hovered seamlessly over the Dial pad. Pressing the digits of his number. Until, they stopped. They stopped because they didn't know where to go. I stared at my screen. After the first few digits, everything else seemed like a distant memory. And it was surprising for me. Because exactly two hours and forty-five minutes ago, more than anything else, those sets of digits were vivid in my mind. Exactly two hours and forty-five minutes ago, I was sure about pressing the green button to start a harmless little conversation and bring each other's roofs down with a tirade of 'fuck yous, hate yous and miss yous'. It almost scared me. The realization that maybe I had forgotten it and maybe today won't be the day I get to hear his voice. But I guess that is the way poison works. One poison overpowers another. Giving us one last gasp of breath. All I needed was that one last gasp.
"Hey! How drunk are you?" Someone shouted at me, approaching with another round of shots.
And I smiled to myself.
"Not enough yet."
All I needed, was just a bit more of poison.
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