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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 01/21/2019
The clock said it was 1:55 pm. Deepika pulled up her red stroller and black travel bag to the living room and sat on the recliner. Vikram would never allow her to use it when he was home. She laid her head and shut her eyes. He would be here anytime. Deepika dozed off a little but she was scared of being late. It angered Vikram. So she just got up and moved around the apartment- their own apartment. She fixed her eyes on the first nail that they had hammered, the first frame they had purchased, their favourite Chinese vase, the key holder with a collage of their pictures. She never wanted to move in here but now, she did not want to leave. She could be here, forever.
It was just a little after 2 o’clock. She sat on the sofa because she felt Vikram coming. Her eyes suddenly fell on the mirror. Deepika had big brown eyes and a complexion that needed no makeup. She heard his comments. Her lips curved into a dimpled smile. Another world awaited her and she was still not ready to break ties with this one.
She remembered the numerous fights they had had over the fact that the apartment overlooked a sewage unit. And yet, she was in love with the place. Seriously, it didn’t matter anymore. They never had the time to enjoy the apartment view.
It was 2:07 on the clock. Deepika unzipped her handbag, checked her passport, visa papers and contacts’ book. Vikram had reminded her innumerable times. She put them back carefully.
Deepika grew tense and pensive, her brows cringed. She forcefully shut her eyes. A tear slid down her cheek. She knew that working abroad was a cakewalk but to be without him? He had convinced her with the pros but they both knew, he was her only security.
She checked her phone for missed calls, messages and emails. It was 2:12 already. She slid in her foot into the pink peep toes he had gifted her, last month.
The clock struck 2:15. Deepika picked up the keys and her luggage, strode out of the apartment and locked the door behind her. She had to do it all by herself. There was no Vikram to do it for her anymore.
20 Minutes(Jahnavi Krishnan)
The clock said it was 1:55 pm. Deepika pulled up her red stroller and black travel bag to the living room and sat on the recliner. Vikram would never allow her to use it when he was home. She laid her head and shut her eyes. He would be here anytime. Deepika dozed off a little but she was scared of being late. It angered Vikram. So she just got up and moved around the apartment- their own apartment. She fixed her eyes on the first nail that they had hammered, the first frame they had purchased, their favourite Chinese vase, the key holder with a collage of their pictures. She never wanted to move in here but now, she did not want to leave. She could be here, forever.
It was just a little after 2 o’clock. She sat on the sofa because she felt Vikram coming. Her eyes suddenly fell on the mirror. Deepika had big brown eyes and a complexion that needed no makeup. She heard his comments. Her lips curved into a dimpled smile. Another world awaited her and she was still not ready to break ties with this one.
She remembered the numerous fights they had had over the fact that the apartment overlooked a sewage unit. And yet, she was in love with the place. Seriously, it didn’t matter anymore. They never had the time to enjoy the apartment view.
It was 2:07 on the clock. Deepika unzipped her handbag, checked her passport, visa papers and contacts’ book. Vikram had reminded her innumerable times. She put them back carefully.
Deepika grew tense and pensive, her brows cringed. She forcefully shut her eyes. A tear slid down her cheek. She knew that working abroad was a cakewalk but to be without him? He had convinced her with the pros but they both knew, he was her only security.
She checked her phone for missed calls, messages and emails. It was 2:12 already. She slid in her foot into the pink peep toes he had gifted her, last month.
The clock struck 2:15. Deepika picked up the keys and her luggage, strode out of the apartment and locked the door behind her. She had to do it all by herself. There was no Vikram to do it for her anymore.
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