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He doesn't read much, and doesn't understand how she can devour all those books... where do they go inside her? But it doesn't really matter, does it?
He doesn’t read much, and doesn’t understand how she can devour all those books… where do they go inside her? But it doesn’t really matter, does it?
There is a constant blinking bewilderment in his eyes
as if he cannot understand why she would rather
devour books than cook him dinner.
“addict” he labels her even as he
watches a movie on his laptop for the millionth time.
at night even her skin feels like pages under his palm
and he wonders if ink will show up where he has touched her
–he would prefer if it did not, for it scares him
how she seems to assimilate all those stories inside her
jangling in her breath like the loose change in his pocket.
it is as if her mind is someplace he is banned from entering;
a consciousness filled with the make believe.
somehow she has travelled the world without him.
this is her mystique.
accompanying her to the library while she picks out her books,
he picks one up and inhales
“nice old book smell, huh?” he asks her,
and even though she knows he will never read a word
she falls in love with him all over again.
Image source: a still from Love Per Square Foot
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He said that he needed sometime to himself. I waited for him as any other woman would have done, and I gave him his space, I didn't want to be the clingy one.
Trigger Warning: This deals with mental trauma and depression, and may be triggering for survivors.
I am someone who believes in honesty and trust, I trust people easily and I think most of the times this habit of mine turns into bane.
This is a story of how a matrimonial website service turned into a nightmare for me, already traumatized by the two relationships I’ve had. It’s a story for every woman who lives her life on the principles of honesty and trust.
And when she enters the bedroom, she sees her husband's towel lying on the bed, his underwear thrown about in their bathroom. She rolls her eyes, sighs and picks it up to put in the laundry bag.
Vasudha, age 28 – is an excellent dancer, writer, podcaster and a mandala artist. She is talented young woman, a go getter and wouldn’t bat an eyelid if she had to try anything new. She would go head on with it. Everyone knew Vasudha as this cheerful and pretty young lady.
Except when marriage changed everything she knew. Since she was always outdoors, whether for office or for travelling for her dance shows, Vasudha didn’t know how to cook well.
Going by her in-laws definition of cooking – she had to know how to cook any dishes they mentioned. Till then Vasudha didn’t know that learning to cook was similar to getting an educational qualification. As soon as she entered the household after her engagement, nobody was interested what she excelled at, everybody wanted to know – what dishes she knew how to cook.