Sad
The phone rang somewhere but Anita was too preoccupied to give the ring a second thought. Her parents were fighting again.
"Anita , for God sake's pick up the phone." She could hear her dad bellow that one line... She knew that he was expecting an important phone call...
If only her college would start !!! Three months at home was a nightmare for sure. 18 years - life seemed to be too heavy to shoulder. Her dad had quit his job three months back. Her mom was an emotional wreck . For the umpteenth time , Anita felt the emptiness of being the only child.
By the time she had picked the handset , the phone stopped ringing. "Dad.." she began and then stopped. She could hear a messy verbal duel . She edged closer to her parents' room . She couldn't help overhearing them. As usual , they were fighting over something which seemed trivial to Anita. It was always the case. Her parents were poles apart. And after 25 years of marriage , they still never understood that the other never meant to hurt. The fight would start with something as small as a TV serial and then it would reach heights with each person criticising what the other had done 20 years back.
Misery... yes , that was the perfect expression of what Anita's heart shaped face mirrored at the moment. Her almond shaped eyes were welling up with tears that refused to leave the sanctuary of her eyes. And yet they spoke... they reflected the 100 things that were crossing her mind and heart.
She stood rooted to the spot as her mother started crying. She wanted to go inside and tell them to stop. But her feet refused to listen to her mind. Finally , as the door was thrown open by her dad , she quickly retreated to her room .
The palatial balcony attached to her room overlooked the center of her society and the balconies of the surrounding four buildings. As she stood in the balcony , she could feel the stare of Mrs. Sharma and her daughter , Nitu.
Had they heard everything!!! Her parents had been loud as usual. She shut her balcony door and threw herself on her bed. Why couldn't her parents be like other parents... why did they rake up the past and bitter memories!!!
Her heart felt as if it weighed more than she did.
She opened her diary. She was always afraid of writing the day's events in case the diary fell into the wrong hands. She just used to write the one word that described her mood every day.
20th July.
Dear Diary ,
SAD.
Love
Anita
"Anita , for God sake's pick up the phone." She could hear her dad bellow that one line... She knew that he was expecting an important phone call...
If only her college would start !!! Three months at home was a nightmare for sure. 18 years - life seemed to be too heavy to shoulder. Her dad had quit his job three months back. Her mom was an emotional wreck . For the umpteenth time , Anita felt the emptiness of being the only child.
By the time she had picked the handset , the phone stopped ringing. "Dad.." she began and then stopped. She could hear a messy verbal duel . She edged closer to her parents' room . She couldn't help overhearing them. As usual , they were fighting over something which seemed trivial to Anita. It was always the case. Her parents were poles apart. And after 25 years of marriage , they still never understood that the other never meant to hurt. The fight would start with something as small as a TV serial and then it would reach heights with each person criticising what the other had done 20 years back.
Misery... yes , that was the perfect expression of what Anita's heart shaped face mirrored at the moment. Her almond shaped eyes were welling up with tears that refused to leave the sanctuary of her eyes. And yet they spoke... they reflected the 100 things that were crossing her mind and heart.
She stood rooted to the spot as her mother started crying. She wanted to go inside and tell them to stop. But her feet refused to listen to her mind. Finally , as the door was thrown open by her dad , she quickly retreated to her room .
The palatial balcony attached to her room overlooked the center of her society and the balconies of the surrounding four buildings. As she stood in the balcony , she could feel the stare of Mrs. Sharma and her daughter , Nitu.
Had they heard everything!!! Her parents had been loud as usual. She shut her balcony door and threw herself on her bed. Why couldn't her parents be like other parents... why did they rake up the past and bitter memories!!!
Her heart felt as if it weighed more than she did.
She opened her diary. She was always afraid of writing the day's events in case the diary fell into the wrong hands. She just used to write the one word that described her mood every day.
20th July.
Dear Diary ,
SAD.
Love
Anita
posted by Megan Hawk at 9:00 AM
3 Comments:
Hey that was too touchy.megan hawk
Its a good question, "Why can't her parents be like other parents".
I'm also sad :(
hmm....
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