Like every other day she woke up at 6 in the morning to the alarm and unlike everyone she knows, she didn’t put it on snooze. The water supply in her locality had selected this annoying time of the day for anyone who comes back home at 3 in the morning, and that too only for an hr did the locality get water. So there she woke up and filled all the bottles and buckets and she started cleaning the room.
The one room kitchen apartment of hers was big enough for her 7 medium sized bags that she has been traveling along since the day she left home, and knew it was for good. The corner of the room she loved the most was this huge french window and the view every moment she stood right there. Amazingly in the city which never sleeps she had got a place to stay where all you could see around was greenery, and that just compensated the rest of discomfort one feels coming from a middle class family of Kolkata and staying in a Slum Rehabilitation Bldg of Mumbai. She was quite accustomed to the city and the place and she knew she will never leave this place, this city at least.
She will never forget the view of him leaving her there in her state and going away from her for good. Not even looking back once, she was hurt that day hurt to an extent she would never recover, probably. She didn’t try stopping him once he was out of the room, she hated creating a scene outside her space and she knew that very moment that it was not going to work. It all started with a simple fight, they used to fight everyday abusing each other and then inventing new abuses so that the fights were not boring. They somehow felt the bond when they screamed at each other every time they met. People who knew both of them didn’t like her much or that’s what she thought, few cause of jealousy as she was lucky enough to have him and few simply thought she was not intelligent enough to be with him. But nothing mattered to her anymore; somehow she knew she was going to be here one day looking out of the window staring at the roads where she had last seen him, where she had last seen the car. The last day that they fought was about switching off the lights, she thought to herself and laughed at her own and his kiddish nature.
She gets ready for office and her interaction of the day as usual with the auto guy started with her uttering the word “Versova”..her office…today she was still stuck to the thought of his not being there, and she didn’t know why.
Did she still miss him? miss the 17 yrs of her life spent wit him? miss every fight she had with him?? He will come back and this time it will be she bringing him back to life and she knew it.
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