Ramu was surprised to see his wife at the door. She had gone to her parents home just a week ago and had been supposed to stay there a week more. Her going home was always a prickly affair between them. He was so attached to her, and was so used to having her around that he could not envisage her not being around when he came home from work. Even after five years of marriage, they had not been able to have a child and though he did commiserate with Savithri (his wife) about it, in some corner of his heart he was happy also. He was not sure if he could share her, her affections and time with anyone else, even if the person in question happened to be their own child. Although her parents lived in the next village, less than five miles away, this was only the second time that Savithri had gone to her parents. The only time before that had been when she had gone for a few days soon after their marriage for the customary visit. Ramu was an orphan, who had spent his childhood in the villag...
Ruminations of a mind that is sometimes angry, sometimes caustic and sarcastic but is mostly darkly humorous...on a variety of subjects under the sun..hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy writing it....Ciao...