Bharat

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My fingers hovered over the doorbell...what with this new indecisiveness.I know not nor do I care to confirm this feeling of doom welling up inside me.What if there's no one to open the door any more for me?This feeling was like a disease robbing me of movement, suspending me in limbo.I knew something was wrong, foretold by the stillness in the air.My house looked absolutely lifeless,it was like looking into the eyes of a corpse.Where was she?Where is my Soya?How dare i call her mine after putting her through all this..i reproached myself.But...but sometimes humans are beyond reasons they look selfish and mad to the outside world but inside they are following their own unfettered emotions.
I took out the spare key entering the house without a sound in my usual style.How long had she waited to hear the doorbell ringing...how desperate had she been before she left...I arrested my thoughts at that...if i don't find out then there's still hope.Still hope for us ...hope for me.
The hall was unlit,above the dining table the overhead lamp flickered as if trying to point me in a particular direction,it's light illuminated a set of paper lying neatly folded.A farewell letter,a goodbye note may be...my heart thumped beating against my chest as if it wanted to desert me too.But it was none of the above but a sheaf of legal documents declaring that my Soya was ready to leave me.The signed divorce papers Soya had left me crumbled under the force of my grip and suddenly like a madman I was ripping them up,the entire room was a mess by the time, I finished chest heaving i collapsed to the nearby chair thinking about a way to get her back.To restore her to her rightful place beside me.

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