I came back home from a friend's sister's wedding with a bottle of thumbs up. I don't drink often. But don't refrain on occasions either. It was one such occasion. I quaffed one-quarter of the bottle but still had another quarter to go. I mixed it with a cold drink and brought it home to consume it later that night when I got the chance.
“Why didn't you come down for the dessert?” A soft voice startled Kabir, who had just zipped his pants after tinkling at the corner of the rooftop.
Minakshi was dressed in a red saree and was looking spectacularly beautiful on Diwali night. She did most of the decoration on her own for the house with the help of her maid indeed. The maid was on leave as she had to celebrate Diwali with her own family as well.
Bhawna is a forty-seven-year-old woman. She runs a boutique and is a fashion designer. Her husband Pankaj is in the merchant navy; hence mostly spends his time on or around the sea. Pankaj and Bhawna met in Goa a long time ago when they were both out on a trip with their friends. They hit it off instantly and fell in love with each other. Bhawna was merely nineteen and in her second year of college. She was as fertile at that age as a female could get.
On March 24, 2020, Prime Minister called for a complete lockdown of the entire nation for 21 days to contain the COVID-19 pandemic. In a televised address to the country, he said that even those nations with the best medical facilities could not curb the virus and that social distancing is the only option to mitigate it. The decision got proposed from the experiences of health sector experts and experiences of other countries and that 21 days is essential to break the chain of infection.
“So let's start from the beginning, Kabir. Shall we?” The woman in her late thirties asked the young man handcuffed to his chair.
Mohini enters the bathroom for a shower, but that's when she remembers that she has to wash her hair. The old shampoo bottle was exhausted, so she had to go back to get the new bottle. She steps out of the bathroom and looks for the shampoo bottle around her bedside table. She found it in almost no time and, picks it up. She turned around to get back inside the bathroom. Before she could take another step, a muffled moan reverberates her eardrums.
“Oh, dear lord.. thank you, god you woke up.” Kabir intoned, gleefully staring at Sanjana. Sanjana looks at Kabir with a perplexed countenance; Kabir keeps beaming a passionate smile at her.
My sleep was disturbed by the noise of someone cleaning the clothes. The noise was of strokes of the brush over foamy fabric; it was coming from the bathroom. I think maybe it’s my wife. But then I recall my wife has left for her mother’s place and won’t be coming back until next week. Perhaps, she is back early. I propose a hypothesis to myself.
