Nirni

As one grows up,  in the Indian subcontinent,  marriages are arranged. 
This story revolves around a boy,  who was immature enough to get married,  shoved into the rat race of work and earning money and before he could realise his goals in life clearly,  he was put into an arranged marriage. 
As years go by,  he though bodily matured,  but emotionally still a boy gets involved into alcoholism,  smoking,  women,  gambling.  He took his arranged marriage as part of life's  adjustments. 
I  don't love you anymore is contradictory as he falls in love with his wife past 25 years of marriage,  whereby he realises,  friends who seemed friends actually,  were enemies in disguise.He goes for rehabilitation,  due to alcoholic tendencies but does not recover.  He does not succeed in business world and feels all these bad things that are happening to him is because of his wife.   She is the greatest bad luck in his life is what he feels. He never loved his wife,  from the first day of marriage,  took her just for sexual needs,  made her his 24*7 secretary,  beat her to pulp due to alcoholism and frustration.
But she never left his side. As years go by,  he sees his wife as the only strongest pillar of his life. So when at the age of 60, he thinks of telling her his true feelings for her,  his wife says that she has moved on in life.  Now that her children are grown up,  she is tired of his bickering and fights.  She confessed,  I don't love u anymore and goes to enrol in an old age home,  to live a life  without any pain and emotional struggle.

Even when you look at the book cover of two ducklings, here in this book, looking at opposite directions, this also has a lot of significance,  as per the storyline.  Both are in the same pail,  as in marriage,  at a young age, tied to the family, but both looking in opposite ways.  One into family bond,  taking care of in law's,  children,  daily grocery shopping,  cooking and doing all household chores.  The other has his life outward bound,  partying around,  drinks and friends, women,  gambling, earning money and travelling distant lands,  passports filled with visas of countries around the world, no strings attached to the family. 
As years fly by and things don't change in the scenario,  the wife at old age walks out of marriage, to lead a life as per her choice, at 62 years,  the man has now stabled up and looks forward to live his old age along with his wife,  but here is the cliche,  she simply walks out without looking behind to a life where she relentlessly always gave without any returns or favours asked. She walks towards an unknown voyage at old age where nobody expects anything from her and she does not expect anything from anyone, a house she would learn to call her home,  an old age home.....

This is my first attempt in weaving a story.  I would appreciate for a genuine feedback from my supporters in the form of comments,  votes and spirit stones.  
I was unwell for the past month and a half , so the speed has lessened,  but I will not fail in weaving my thoughtsand pen them down at the earliest.  Your genuine feedback will help spark my imagination.

I don't love u anymore

While Ador was on treatment and stayed  at home for the upcoming month, Dev too was in a trance. 


He was more into alcohol.  He literally  lived in alcohol.  Seeing his son in such a pitiful state,  Bali  thought of going on a vacation,  just for a change.  So the trio headed towards Digha,  a sea beach in the outskirts of Kolkata.


They took a long drive to Digha with Amal  their driver and the ever faithful assistant of Bali,  Adhi. 


When they reached hotel,  Gopi  and Bali  went to the beach,  reminiscing their romantic days in the past,  hand in hand.  Who said old people were not romantic.  It's just they wait for the right time..... for their own sweet "we time". 


Adhi with Amal, enjoyed the sea breeze and were taking cigarettes.  They also relaxed.  


     Dev was the only one, who was in his room.  Eyes tired with a forlorn look.  He was thinking about his misbehaviour with Ador,  how she took it without  any complaints.  He was thinking hard.  Previously the fiery Ador used to quarrel with all her might,  justifying the right from the wrong.  The Ador for whom he had a soft spot.  This Ador lately,  was changed,  subdued,  did whatever he said..... why????? So that she did not have to endure much pain because of her  refusal to give in to his unjust demands or she took it as fate and did not complain though both she and him knew that he was inflicting pain. 


Dev was in pain.  He wanted to change.  But he could not.  He wanted Ador back.  But he could not.  How could he call her.  All these feelings when hovered in his head,  he thought it was time to change,  for her to be happy with him.  She needed her chance too.  She has no fault that his college love story with the Christian Oriya  girl had failed miserably,  leading to him not trusting women gender more.  His father had threatened him,  that he would not allow a Christian to enter a Brahmin household.   No Sristi Solomon..... 


Bali,  being influential,  during those days, had with his power,  made the girl change her college within a week of Dev's  grand proposal.  


So he hated Ador.  But he still was sane now, as he believed his inhumanity couldnot be for Ador.  She did not deserve his wrath.  He thought when he gets back home,  he will talk to Ador and coax her,  to come back to home,their world.  


He wept silent tears and went to sleep. 


The next day, he woke up to a beautiful sunrise.  He smiled,  went for jogging around the area.


The road ahead