Trophy wife
There were once two girls studying at a higher educational institute.
Both were of the same social status, same age and had similar tastes.
They even looked so much alike that many mistook them for sisters. Let
us name them R and K.
Their likeness made them the best of friends. They graduated and
sought jobs. Both girls took jobs in the communication field. They met
new people and enjoyed their work tremendously. However they always kept
in touch with each other. Be it an SMS or a passing phone call, they
knew that this friendship was meant for a lifetime.
Gradually there came the time when their thoughts turned to marriage.
Parents of both parties began to hunt for suitors. The features they
looked for in the prospective husbands for their daughters were similar.
A ‘good’ man of the same religion with wealth and educational
qualifications to suit their caste and class.
Then the unthinkable happened. While on the job R met Y. She cannot
quite explain it but she knew that he was special. Within a few months
he expressed his love for her and she was in seventh heaven. The fact
that he did not quite possess some of the aspects that her parents were
seeking such as wealth and of the same religion did not matter to her.
Instead she had someone who understands her dreams, had a wider scope of
life through hardships and matched her in wit and personality.
She was like a beautiful bird, trapped in a golden cage |
Meanwhile K’s parents located a partner for her. P looked well
groomed, made bucks on his profession and seemed pleasing. K gave her
consent to him especially because her parents approved the match. It was
a marriage of convenience rather than that of love.
Both girls were married within a few months. R and her husband moved
to a small cottage near P’s mansion. Within a year R was expecting a
child but this time her friend did not follow up. K was still young and
P thought they have more years ahead till the time came for them to
start thinking about a child.
P was into private practice and his days were spent at the office and
on the road. He returned home after an exhausted day’s work but still
had to attend to his clients. K could not remember a moment when the
phone was not ringing off the hook, especially when her husband was at
home. Sometimes they hardly got time to exchange more than a few words
for he was constantly summoned by an agitated client.
Two years elapsed. R had bonny twin boys and was into the first
months of her second pregnancy. They were hoping that it was a girl this
time.
K’s days were more routine. She would spend part of the morning hours
in her room, then read a magazine or two in the living room, give the
cook the menu for the day and then take a book and read it in the
veranda upstairs. If a party was around the corner the driver would take
her to a shopping complex to buy gifts, a cocktail dress, a saree or a
ball gown. Their next stop was the salon. The place was recommended to
her by her husband since most of his friends’ wives infested it.
He only expected one thing of her: to look glamorous. She was a mere
showpiece, looking pretty as a picture, the perfect hostess to the
bashes they held at his place and much admired among his friends for her
well spoken English and manners. But nobody cared to listen to the real
K: what she desired in life and how lonely she felt.
She was like a beautiful bird trapped in a golden cage. She had all
the luxuries in the world but no one to listen or talk to her. She
yearned for the simple life she lived. Her fondest memories were of
simple pleasures like running beside the paddy with her childhood
friends, having a hearty chat with R under the shady trees while they
waited for the bus or walking on the beach at sunset.
The glitz and glamour of her husband’s high class life had changed
her. She was like a sparrow trapped in structure of a robot,
mechanically sipping the champagne she did not enjoy or fitting into
clothes she couldn’t wait to discard.
The only time she felt like herself was when she visited R. That was
her ‘survival instinct’ – the moment when she could be herself. For in
R’s happiness she saw a part of herself - her stolen simplicity and
things she holds dear to her heart.
Shehara -
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