Just Another Accident

People kept coming in. The whole of our corridor was covered with footwear of different kind. People who I have never seen, People who I don’t remember.  I recognized a few faces that I saw in my marriage album. All of them looked at with me sympathetic eyes. The few faces I knew and loved were tear- streaked and sad. The one face I’ve come to love in the 5 months duration of my marriage was calm… Silent Life-less. I kept staring at his face, willing him to wake up. It’s my routine. He used to have his eye mask on, and I go near him and stand silently pleading him to wake up, he would remain the same way, a smile being the only difference. He would then grab me by waist, pull me on top of him, smell my hair with an appreciative grunt and plunder my lips with a slow, long kiss. Why was it not happening now? Why is he wearing a white bandage to cover his eyes instead of his navy blue eye mask?He was covered in white all around. I don’t know how he could stand that now. He hated white. Why is he not shouting about the white piece of cloth that’s wrapped around him now? I kept looking at him, asking him to explain, asking him the questions that were raging...

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