It had started raining. As drops of rain touched his forehead, it seemed to him as if he got hold of his departed love from his life, once again. Memories that his old eyes had preserved afresh, seemed to animate itself into action. Pellets of rain, skinned over love and compassion from heaven solaced him.
Moving by the kitchen window of Mrs. Dutta’s house, he cried her name. “Mrs. Dutta. Oh Mrs. Dutta. Come out and see. Barkha has arrived.”
As I told you before, I watch Mr. Partho always. I watch him closely all days and nights. But I am devoid of any emotions now. God turned me like this. Reasons are unexplainable on why he did so. However, I know what Mr. Partho wants. Every wife knows what his husband wants. He wants me back in his life. But how can I? I am also a mere toy in hands of the almighty.
Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I am… (sighs) I was Barkha Ghosh, wife of Mr. Partho Ghosh.
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Anshul Gautam 4th year, CSE BCET Roll no: 102015090