Life Unpacked

( Note:  This post has been written as a part of Blogadda's #CelebrateBlogging. My team is ' Tandem Tensome ' and this post is the nineteenth chapter in the novel we are writing. You can read the  eighteenth chapter here ). __________________ “What a day!” Jennifer thought, “First this Cyrus and now Ice Lady, argh!”. “Hello?” Tara questioned in her stark tone. “Umm, Ma'am…” was what Jennifer could mutter before Shekhar cut her short with his explanation “She is here for the dinner party I am hosting tonight, for Roohi.”. “Oh, you could have informed me at least?” Tara said, her voice sounded frail. “Would that have made any difference? Shekhar cross-questioned, trying his level best to drag the conversation. “Nevermind” Tara quipped and walked straight into her bedroom. “It always happens…..always has to happen with me” Tara thought as she entered the shower. She wondered why she even tried to be emotional; “These things just aren't for me; all the

( Note: This post has been written as a part of Blogadda's #CelebrateBlogging. My team is ' Tandem Tensome ' and this post is the second chapter in the novel we are writing. You can read the first chapter here ) __________ “The number you are trying to call is currently busy, please try again later.” was what Shekhar could hear on the other end of his call. He sighed and assured himself that indeed she must be busy at work.  “I’ve boarded the train back home, and will reach by tomorrow. Call me ASAP.” he typed in a jiffy and sent the message to Tara, his wife, and slouched in his seat. He couldn’t help but think of Tara and how strained their relationship has become, not that it had been a healthy one erstwhile, but now it took a lot of effort even to communicate! They went days and sometimes even weeks without seeing each other although they lived together under the same roof; she'd be up and out even before the sun’s first rays hit the earth and home a

People these days say being in one-sided "love" is a painful affair and media too haven't left any stone unturned to propagate this ideology through itself. This pain, I say, is nothing compared to the experience of losing someone forever (I am not referring to "love" but death); the fact that nothing remains of that person, just abstract memories, is too paralysing when encountered in actuality. One may cross paths with a person they care about, but aren't in touch with, but what in a situation where there isn't even this may or might left as the last resort? This knowledge is shattering and with it one realizes that 'it is not just a person that dies, but also something within you which dies with that person'.