Bored..

{Fiction}
 
It was a pleasant evening, the climate, the breeze, the moon everything was serene except her because, she was bored! At first it was just her manners that showed it..  rolling her eyes upwards and twitching her lips she let out a sigh! once in a while. But when his annoyed face turned towards her, she would be silent.. not for long.. soon she started to tap her legs in the floor, creating a rhythmic annoying sound.

“I am bored.. “ came her words at last, when he didn’t react. “Bored of you! Bored of this unexciting life.. bored of your predictability”  She said, as she knew what he would say next.. he would slide on to her side, look her in eyes and plead her to leave him for some time.

As expected he said..“Honey, why don’t you go to the hall and watch some TV or read something.. Just give me half an hour.. I will finish off this presentation and be with you.. will you?” Dragging herself dispassionately she walked towards the hall..

 “There is nothing interesting in the TV..” came her exasperated voice after sometime, which he didn’t head..

“Nothing in the books too! Your collection is bad..”

“Will you just do something and leave me alone..” barked his voice, she knew that she had crossed her line, and did not want it any more.. so stayed silent..

After sometime, “Hey can I read this?” no reply from him.. “Its an old diary.. can I read it” she shouted in the high pitch..

“Ya do as you wish..” replied the irritated voice of her husband. As long as she didn’t bother him, nothing seemed a bad idea..

Back in the hallway, she sat down in the sofa with the diary and flipped the pages, “Oh! Its his diary.. from school time.. that should be interesting.. what if he had a crush? Or something more.. what if that makes me envious!” She sat silent thinking, but her interest got on top of her.. and she started reading.. That again was boring.. the childhood ramblings of “feeling lonely” of “mother scolding” of “teacher punishing” had taken up more than half of the book. She didn’t know that guys would complain of such things..
Just when she was about to put it back, a line interested her. She smiled a ‘ah there it is’ smile.. and read

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I saw her again today, she looked like Cinderella in uniform, the new girl in my class, everyone were behind her.. but she smiled to me.. it was a little smile  in Chemistry lab.. but  still guys are jealous now..
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 “Cinderella in uniform” the term was so charming, that she started adoring him more. She did not know this side of him yet.. There were a lot about the girls beauty that was written from the child’s point of view that brimmed with innocence. She even forgot to be jealous of this another girl in his life.

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She does not speak much, always silent and dreaming.. Its nice to look at her face.. I also want to talk to her, but I am scared..
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Today she spoke to me, she asked if she can copy that math problem from my note.. my heart was racing and I smiled and gave my note to her..
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She said she will come with me to my house, I waited long in the garden but she did not come.. mom had made special samosa for her.. but now I didn’t feel like eating too.. why didn’t she come? Doesn’t she like me? I will ask her tomorrow in the last period. It is PT and she will be in the playground..
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By this time a pang of jealousy and pain crossed the wife’s heart, the pain which one feels when someone is fed, when we are hungry. The pain which took her back to her school days and longed for him, the pain which made her to think, “What if I was this Cinderella!” A sigh escaped her naturally. She flipped the page.. but nothing.. Next page also nothing, and so was the next one.. the intensity with which she flipped increased, and then there was ink. She felt relieved, but this page, had the distorted hand writing and smudged words and imprints of water drops.. like tears, like he wrote it with so much of pain..

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She is in hospital now.. they did not allow me to see her, there is police, and all.. Teacher said she is very sick.. and asked me and others to pray to God for her.. Let God make her well, and take all my marks.. God please save her. I will never ever run away leaving her like that please God!
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I overheard mom and dad talk about her today, she said that her little body was so wounded and hurt that she cant take any more and she will die.. I want to tell mom, I want to tell that I know who hurt her, I saw them in the playground, but I was scared.. I was a coward and I ran away..  Will mom scold me if I told her that I saw him in that gang? My brother.. that bully.. that brat.. Will they ignore my plea as always? They always side with him.. what if he beats me up as always, he is stronger and bigger than me..and it hurts a lot..
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So engrossed was she in the diary that she did not notice him standing near the door with an amused look.. she flipped the pages, the diary was empty after that page.

He coughed with a low sound, she jumped from the sofa with a start and closed the diary like in a reflex and tried to hide it. “What happened dear?” asked his concerned voice..

“I am so sorry I I read your diary.. I am so sorry” she was in the verge of breaking down.

He came forward, took the diary from her hand and flipped the pages casually and said, “this is not mine.. this might be my dads.. oh no wait.. this is my brothers..”

“brother? “ asked her shaking voice.

“Yes.. he.. he died when we were small..”

"During school days?"

"yes!"

“How?”

“It was an accident. He.. fell down from the stairs”