Chapter 1
Patchwork of life, a widow at
42 she should be given a shot at life? The way she wanted to; she reflected
back on her life, lulled in to a daze by the monotonous clack of the train.
This journey was a journey full of finality; she was finally going back home
where it all had started. A sleepy town in Punjab where everyone still bothered
about everyone. Everyone poked their nose in others; no one was above this
particular habit. She had lived all her life after marriage in Chandigarh’s
elitist sector, where no one would even bother to look at the next door, apart
from the ever important maid. It was funny, how maids figured more in
everyone’s conversation than anything helse. Is she coming? How much do you pay
her? Is she stealing? Look at her fashion, her nakhra.
If the society matrons would
pay attention half the time to what was happening in their homes and not turn a
blind side life would be smoother and there would be less pain,
She , was over this , pain ,
hurt and sadness . Finally she had packed her bags and was moving back to her
town. She could have taken a taxi , someone would have dropped her , or she
could have taken the new buses running up and about in the state .However, she
wanted the romance of the train. Something about the movie Jab We Met, appealed
to her … romance maybe.
It was so missing in her life
, she think fate had skipped this particular chapter in her destiny . It just
was not meant to be. Why did we endlessly look for romance? She had to add this
in the note to self list : Do not look for love, if its meant to happen it
will otherwise just chuck it . Her motto
for life was Koi na ..
The train kept on lurching and
making it hypnotic noise and she drifted in and out of sleep . It was this
laziness she craved after the hectic few months.
Divorce , death , drama , she
had seen it and experienced it all.
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