B: Blue

 

I woke up early today. He had to reach office an hour early. I made him breakfast - scrambled eggs and a glass of milk; the way he liked it. He smiled with the mere look of it and inhaled the aroma. I passed him a faint smile and climbed up to my daughter’s room.

This, I felt was the most beautiful part of my life. Those drowsy eyes looked so cute on my angel’s face. The way she kissed me after waking up every morning gave me everything I needed. I packed her tiffin as she took a shower and then dressed her.

When I brought her downstairs, he folded the newspaper back, and lifted her in his arms. “Bye mamma,” she said as they walked outside the door. I waved my hand with a gleeful smile. I closed the door and walked to my room.

The moment I walked inside the bathroom, my phone rang. It was my college friend, the one with whom I had not talked for a couple of months now. No reason and no differences. Sometimes you forget about things.

I picked up the phone and tried to sound excited. However, she was my best friend. “You sound like you’re feeling blue,” she said. “I’m not feeling well today. Can we talk later?” I replied. Of course, she agreed and I put back my phone.

I went inside the bathroom and sat in front of the life size mirror. Mirror that was my acolyte these days. My right eye was still swollen after the brutal slaps I had been subjected to by him last night. My face literally looked blue. Tears escaped my eyes looking at my fate in the mirror. The fate that had become my destiny just because my parents had married me to this man. The man who was a devil whenever he came home drunk. And he did that a lot.

“I will move out of this hell hole with my daughter one day,” I determined, “even if my parents have denied their support.”

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