This short story is written for the April A to Z. Today’s letter is A. Read on….
“You’re always on the computer or your phone Apar”, there was not one day Sheetal did not complain about his work schedules that kept him busy. He was the project manager in a software firm and his wife who had only the housework to do would never understand him, this was the script running in his Aparajith’s mind constantly.
As time passed, the complaints from Sheetal reduced and she seemed to not mind his long hours at work. Gradually he started observing things like how his coffee was not as hot as he liked it and how the breakfast was not always ready by the time he took his bath and sat at the dining table with exactly 15 minutes for his office cab to arrive. His schedules started to get affected and he would shout at Sheetal for not having his things in order and leave for work in a hurry.
Apar did not think much of it till the day he saw that he had no ironed shirts in his cupboard to wear to the office. He lost his cool at Sheetal that morning.
“What is wrong with you? Why are my shirts not ironed? What are you doing in this house all day? Are you having an affair?”
Sheetal lost her cool on hearing these allegations, yet she spoke calmly, “You do realize that I am not your servant right? All these years I have been doing everything to make your life comfortable, but what have you been doing to me? Have you even given me the basic consideration of being a human being? Now before you gloat that you are the sole breadwinner of the household and all your usual dialogues, check your bank statement as to how many rupees have been spent from your account. I have an online job now and am earning enough and more to keep this household running, also, I did not marry an ATM. I married you because I love you. Now go, don’t be late. We can discuss this later.”
Reeling under the impact of Sheetal’s words, Aparajith picked up his mobile on his way out.
It was his father’s customary good morning wish on WhatsApp .
“Sometimes we let affection go unspoken and our love go unexpressed. Especially towards those we love best.”
He rushed over to his wife and hugged her, “I am sorry Sheetu..”
Sheetal smiled and hugged him back.
This short story is written for AtoZ 2020 and this year too I am partnering with my buddy Leo. I would love to know what you thought about this story, please do leave a comment.
Read this year’s posts here
Read some of my previous AtoZ posts and short story here.