Shut The Lights

by Smita Bhattacharya

The only times she can get him to do anything is when he has to lift his feet to let her sweep the floor.

She has forgotten how to have a casual conversation with him. She wonders if it’s even possible anymore. She regrets doing this and resolves to avoid it in future.

Suvini wishes there was a way she could’ve married her maid; at least then Sita would’ve been duty-bound to stay with her, even with the lockdown.

“Don’t be silly, Mridul.” “Don’t be serious, Suvini.” Despite her sour mood, she feels a smile coming up. He’s trying to make amends. She should meet him halfway. Perhaps it’s not too late.

They laugh together, something they’ve not done in a while.