Every evening when she comes back home....
Walking through the same streets...
She hears voices around her...
Voices of people who are meeting after a hard day...
And softening with the sound of a soul mate...
These are the voices which will surround her....
And make her silent heart ache...
She will pour herself a glass of whiskey...
And drink her way to peace .....
She will put on music on a battered system...
And dance with him in passion....
She will pick up a tragic love story to read....
And keep her loss living in this fashion....
After a while when the clock strikes eight.....
She will bid him good bye.....
She will fix her hair and make some dinner...
And with a convenient smile on her face...
Welcome her husband at the gate....
(Image:Courtesy Richa Bhake)
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