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Short Story:
An unresolved relationship
K S Sivakumaran
Anita is her name. She is straight forward. No 'Hanky-pankyness.'
Beautiful with sharp features. Fair. Short-tempered. Short in height.
Haughty and arrogant most times. Pride sits on her. Unusual in that she
is not a conversationalist. She is brief in her speech. It's telegraphic
language that she speaks with minimum words. She is proud but she bears
large-heartedness.
She will go out of her way to help others without being ostentatious.
She is quick tempered and disciplined. She is a perfectionist. She
refrains from showing her affection by words. Maybe she doesn't believe
in what is known as 'love'.
She is a hard nut and difficult to pierce through. She is very often
rhetoric in the sense that she will retort with a counter question, if
one asks her a question. She has a negative attitude on everything. She
seldom smiles but when she does her smile is very pretty and inspiring.
Anita is an enigma for me.
The other day I asked her where she was going as she took her bag and
opened the front door. Hey what's up, I asked her looking into her eyes
straight.
What do you mean?
Where are you going?
Should I tell you where I am going?
Why not? I should know if something happens to you on the way!
Ah, all these years I was managing everything by myself.
But am I not your husband? Don't we share everything between us?
Since when do you start caring for me? What do you mean? I care for
you all the time. Don't I show and express how I love you?
Oh! You are a liar. I don't trust you any more. You are selfish.
Selfish? In what way I had been selfish?
I have my health reports lying on the table for you to see. Did you
ever ask
me what was wrong with me?
But you never tell me anything. You are secretive. You keep
everything to
yourself.
Why should I tell those things to you when you don't care about me.
Why don't you ask me what the medical reports say?
Oh you irritate me with your rude remarks.
Am I rude? You are rude. and heartless. You care about yourself only.
That's a cruel thing to say. I had always loved you. I was always
telling it in words and action. But you don't listen to me. You don't
feel what I say.
You have no feelings for me. You refuse to reciprocate. You are
mentally and physically divorced from me.
I must say all these things to you, because you are really what you
accuse
me of. I am a person under appreciated and taken for granted.
Please don't say that. I really love you as a person who is
admirable, despite your aloofness. I appreciate your sense of duty
towards me.
But I am disappointed that you treat me like a worm, a vegetable for
that matter.
Shut up. I never trust the men. You are all the same.
You are all liars.
So, there you are! Mine is an unresolved relationship with Anita.
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