A mix between sunshine and thunderstorms, Between heavenly bliss and hellfire, And between sugar and cinnamon This is who she is. She can be the sweetest person you meet, Or the saltiest individual who you have ever faced. Her attitude towards you, Depends on yours. She fights for the underdog, And is the voice for the voiceless. Remember, she may be quiet, But she knows a lot more that you give her credit for. Don't misuse her or take advantage of her, For when she leaves, she leaves with no forwarding address. @bonitasarahbabu 1022/2021
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Something was strange today. The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses. The floor beneath my feet seemed to be cold and clammy.
I moved stealthily towards the bedroom on the first floor of the quiet house. He hadn’t noticed me standing near the dinning table laying out dinner. He had simply unlocked the house and quickly bound up the stairs for the first time without flinging his laptop bag near the front door. There was no “honey I’m home” today. Something was definitely amiss.
Only when I switched on the lights of the corridor at the top of the stairs, I noticed the droplets of blood forming an unmistakable trail till the bedroom door. What could’ve possibly happened ? I was drenched with sweat and awash with fear. Was he hurt ? Had he hurt someone? There was no way to know other than to ask him. Maybe he would simply tell me himself. Offer some sort of explanation. I slowly opened the bedroom door and stood there in the doorway, listening to the shower stop and the curtain being pulled to one side. The trail had followed his path till the bathroom door, which was shut. A sudden terror clutched my heart. Oh god please let him not have hurt someone , I prayed .
He walked out of the bathroom wearing a robe and with a towel in his hand, rubbing his hair which was wet from the shower. The laptop bag I noticed had been flung outside on the table beside the bathroom . It had a blood stained handprint on it. He however was extremely nonchalant. He greeted me with a wink and a smile and kissed my forehead. Then while whistling, he began to get dressed. There was no mention of the blood. Not a word.
I was both shaken and stirred. So many questions were in my mind but refused to form words . Jittery I turned on my heel and walked downstairs . The nagging questions about the drops of blood on the floor and the laptop bag refused to leave my head. As I finished laying the table and the dinner, cheerfully he bounded down the stairs and sat down to eat, talking about his day and work . I on the other hand was completely lost in my own thoughts and oblivious to what he was saying . We finished eating , washed up and headed to sleep.
As I slipped into the warmth of the blankets , the storm inside came to a head and my thoughts refused to stop pacing. He on the other hand quietly got in on his side, picked up the book by his bed and began reading . As though nothing had happened. Should I be scared? What was he hiding ? Whose blood was that because he seemed to be unhurt? What should I do?
Scared of the man I’d married just a couple of months back, I fell asleep unsteadily and dreamt of deers being chased and hunted. There was blood everywhere in my sordid dream and a strange end to an even stranger evening.
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