Feeling low and days seems to be futile during this lockdown. Me, sitting beside the window sill and with a cup of bru coffee in my hand. This cup has become a part of me because it was gifted by my husband who died after two months of our marriage (1 January, 2008) and I wonder why he is still not able to hide behind the FOUR stars in the sky. WE still celebrate our anniversary ON 31 of DECEMBER every year marking a new fruit full new year.
I ponder on those childhood memories which hung around me like deep frozen icicles of being in school and playing around with friends and now I have to cope with depression and somnambulism. In college, I used to get compliment from boys and so it became eventually difficult for me to develop friendship with girls. The movement of the cycle rickshaw along the road and the disgusting smell of agarbatti caught my attention. The rain became incessant. The street became quiet in a few seconds. The darkness engulfed the peacock feathered rainbow. I noticed the man in blue shirt who kept staring at me and I felt uneasy.
Suddenly, there came a flashing light, a thunder which struck my window and I lost my tranquil
state. I hurriedly shut the door and window and I thought about the man who stared at me and the pace of my heart beat grew faster and faster. Doorbell rang thrice. Tring, triinggg, trinnnggggg. I didn’t open fearing a serial killer who is freely roaming around Calicut town. Twice, thrice went on and on. I opened the door and i thought that I should face this with audacity. The tinkling of my churidar beads is the only noise I concentrated in as I walked nervously across the stairs. The man said “ Mam, a letter for you”. I adjusted my dupatta and I made sure I looked good in front of him. I signed it and took the letter. I felt eccentric because no one writes a letter nowadays as technology has progressed a lot and why should a postman come to deliver letter at night.
STRANGE!!!!!! No address was mentioned in the letter. ”A LETTER FOR YOU” was written on the top. I tore it open. A dead lizard clearly showing all its internal organ and blood was the only thing I found inside it. I just threw it away and I was feeling nervous as I was alone in the house at that night of 31 December, 2012. I woke up early in the morning of 1 January 2013, cleaned the house well and dug a deep pit behind the orchard and put the body and the internal organs of the man who wore the blue shirt and buried it there with a smile on my face marking my 5 th anniversary with my husband.
Ann Anto | About the Author
Hey, i am Ann Anto.Mostly an introvert. Loves to travel and flows with the rhythm of nature.Happy go lucky person.
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