Ambika

The plumber was late today. Radha had asked him to come by 12. But he’d turned up at 5 in the evening and was trying desperately to fix the pipe. Her kitchen was wet and the water was all over.
Rahul, her husband would be returning from work soon. He was the suspicious sorts and she didn’t want the plumber at home when he arrived.
The plumber was a young, handsome boy in his 20s. He was working diligently on the pipe in the kitchen sink which refused to stop leaking. Radha had gone into the living room, when she heard a loud noise from the kitchen. She came running to see what it was, when she slipped and fell on the wet kitchen floor hurting her leg. It must have been a fracture. The plumber came running to help her. He lifted her with both arms, and was carrying her to the sofa when Rahul waked in. Radha, who was in incredible pain, felt awkward, she knew her husband and his suspicious nature. He didn’t wait for an explanation. He just turned around and walked out.


'Rahul!', Radha cried out, 'don't leave!'.
'It isn't as it seems….'
Rahul walked away, without so much as acknowledging her presence.
'You'll regret this someday', he heard her saying, 'you'll wish you hadn't left this way.'
Rahul left the room, leaving her broken heart in pieces. And me, the door that he slammed, in pain.


(Poster on a door).