The sound of a vessel being dropped on the floor dragged him out of his own world again. Wooden furniture was getting pulled. Disgusted, that’s what he felt. How immature we humans can get to show our anger . He remembered the very day the couple had come to his house seeing the To-let board hanged in front of his dark chocolate coloured iron gate. He didn’t reply the bell at first. Immersed in one of his writings and had gotten struck somewhere in between he hated to be disturbed.but life, it has it’s own demands. It needs to be answered. To be cared, to be nurtured, to be pampered. Just like a baby girl. Asking for uncountable hugs from her loving dad. He stood up. Reluctantly. Pushing the wooden chair a bit backward , to make enough space for his long legs to stretch. With fast paced steps he moved towards the door. Opening it with a single jolt turning the golden bolt to right, just once. He had already unlocked the grill to move to the front yard and had stepped on the green grass that when he could feel their pinch on his toes. They hurt. Exactly the same way when the first time he had walked on them, bare footed. Some 27 years back. The day they shifted to this city from a nearby town. The landowner’s house was adored with a beautiful green lawn. Every evening after coming back from school he used to rush downstairs. Throwing away his slippers feeling the pinch on his bare footed toes. The scoldings of his strict mother yielded no results. As if the pinch was a pleasure in itself.He would wait the whole day in school to just come back and feel the grass. But there was no meaning in feeling them today here. At this age. All that curiosity. That gentleness . That pure boyish emotions have vanished.Replacing in it’s place a practical realistic mature him. Who had learnt it all, not just in the right but also the wrong way. Life hasn’t been smooth. He used to complain . In the beginning, a lot. Get angry not just on everyone but also on his own self. He used to hate it totally. Which never seemed fair to him and always seemed pleased with everyone surrounding him.
They shifted . Within a week. It all seemed well in the initial days. But slowly the curtains were raised. Which irritated his mind to the very core. Coercing him for a smoke. But unfortunately he could not do that either. Once on a Sunday he was invited for lunch. Both the man and woman were very eager to know about his family life, his professional life and everything related to him. Why he stayed alone became their favourite pass time. Even they did not hesitate to ask him personal questions in the first interaction itself like whether his marriage was arranged by his family or it had happened the other way. Not forgetting to mention that their’s was a arranged one and both of their horoscopes had perfectly matched with each other assuring them of a beautiful future ahead. The entire afternoon he did the listening and they did the talking part. Tired of so much newly received information he came back and collapsed straight on his bed.
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