Bits And Pieces
By Neel Anil Panicker
Ironically, it was Buddha, the apostle of peace, who broke their marriage into pieces.
“Keep it out of my bedroom,” Janice had said.
“No”, he had objected. “Buddha will stay, with me, in our bedroom”.
A week later Janice had stormed out, yelling, “Keep your bedroom and the Buddha too.”
A month later, Rahul now freshly divorced sat on the footsteps of the lake around the out of town lodge he had checked into.
His mind flashed back to seven years ago when he had eyed upon Janice inside a lift while marking time as a marketing trainee.
She had given her the lift he was seeking. Soon followed a whirlwind romance that finally culminated in a drunken all night sexathon conducted right above his office cabin, in the open terrace, with the stars in attendance.
The next morning the two love birds headed straight to the Sunday priest who only too eagerly pronounced them man and wife.
The moon gazed from behind the thick forests.
Rahul picked up the Buddha beside him and threw it into the waters. It created a slight ripple and then died out.
He stayed there for a while and then got up.
He had found peace, again.
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Sunday Photo Fiction – December 18th 2016
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/12/18/sunday-photo-fiction-december-18th-2016/
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Did he get back Janice too?
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I would like to believe so but what matters most that he is at peace with himself now.
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Yes I suppose so
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A shame that one figure could be so destructive to a marriage. “Compromise is the way forward”. Good story Neel.
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Yes, very rightly said. And thanks a lot for the appreciation.
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