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

Ador thanked the Almighty for her narrow escape.  She went to the hotel,  her new company had allocated her for training.  Seven days of rigorous training and she  came back to Kolkata,  to her parents. 


She had not decreased so much in weight but her dependency on clonazepam was reduced to si opus sit.  She had become matured too.  


Dev had qualified the interview and was posted in MUMBAI.  He was busy with  his clientele and with Mir around,  would go for equipment installations and their smooth operation.  He had stopped alcohol or rather was abstaining from it. 


Both Ador and Dev had become busy,  like life before marriage,  back to square one,  to prove the world their ability to excel in their fields. 


Kir talked with Ita that they were growing old, so it would be better if they start   in finding for Unma, a prospective groom.  


When Ador came back home post work,  Kir and  Ita talked about  Unma's marriage prospect. 


Ador said,  "Why chain her down? Let her enjoy life.  Men will be men.  They never change no matter what generation they come from.  If both of you,  would not have listened to our relatives and hurried for my marriage,  then we would not have fallen in this pit.  Now am asking you, Mom  who among our relatives call you in a daily basis asking about how I am doing..... N6one,  right?  So relatives are relatives..... not related.  Let my sister enjoy her life.Why think of extra baggage."


"There was this old beggar woman in the roadside near the National Library.  It was 2 pm.  So I gave her a two rupees coin in her bowl.  She got angry and started screaming and chasing me with a guava stick and hurled it at me.  Look at my arm, Mommy.  It's swollen after a thrashing from a madwoman,  that also in two places.  come and see" so saying Ador started crying.  Both Kir and Ita looked at her left arm.  It had two long swollen lines from the hit.  


Kir told loudly what was in his mind..... " I don't know how your future will be, a roadside madwoman thrashes you in public..... am scared how many thrashings life has in store for you"Ador teary eyed looked at her father disgustingly while Ita was glaring at Kir's stupid blabbering.  "What nonsense" , she said as she rubbed thrombophob over the swelling. 


Ador thought about Dev and her father's  word of :thrashing"..... she shuddered and closed her eyes.  


Unma came home and when she heard about Ador's encounter with a madwoman,  she giggled.  Then on a serious tone she said..... I wonder why so many people turn from sane to mad.  It's a thin line between sanity and insanity.  May God  give us the patience to hold on and never give up on life in distressing times... otherwise the number of mad people will increase nationwide....a pandemic for sure. " 


Ador looked at her sister and was trying to read her,  was Unma serious or indirectly telling her to be cautious in her daily approach.  Heaving a sigh,  she went to her room for a change of clothes post her return.


Back to square One