SWEET HOUSE, SOUR HOME
By Neel Anil Panicker
The sun’s rays shone bright all around; the walls, floors, every nook and corner illuminated by the intricate interplay of a melange of vibgyoric colours with dazzling gold being the predominant hue.
And why not, thought Anupama.
She had all that a woman, any woman for that matter could ever want.
The most beautiful dwelling in the entire Konkan Coast.
By the sea. Washed by the frothy silvery waves of the Arabian Sea.
Close enough to wake up to the see the wondrous azure blue of the ocean and the see and hear the flapping and intermittent cawing of merry sea gulls waking up to Nature’s glory.
And far enough to simply shut the doors and windows and immerse herself in her all abiding passion_ dance.
Yet, the 33 year old was not happy. There was a tearing, scathing void that gnawed at her innards and scooped all joy and happiness from her being.
Bespoke dazzlingly splendrous Iranian chandeliers, plush magenta red Persian carpets, Italian marble floors, MF Hussains and Dalis on exquisitely ornate walls and rooms and rooms abounding with all the luxuries that come could dream of—all these Anupama knew were mere adornments.
What use are they to me, she sighed.
Her eyes welled up as she stared at the empty bedroom walls.
A framed smiling visage of hers along with Deepak, their wedding photograph stared back at her.
A tear dropped from her eyes.
Deepak had gifted her a house when all she wanted was a home.
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Written for KL Caley’s Write Photo challenge