Mili closed the closet.The smell of 'her' was still strong in his shirt.The lazy afternoon casted a tired glance through the window.The Powerful Sun of the noon seem like a man in his mid forties,fatigued and seeking solace.Mili knew her daughter would have been asleep by now.She arranged the files of her husband like an obedient wife.She knew he liked perfection and she has learnt to be so.
Mili carefully folded his kerchief which still olfacted of a woman's perfume which was unknown to her. Mili somehow got used to the long hours of his work,frequent business trips and long conference calls.She as if like a tired soldier was ready to retire.Everytime she consoled herself by false hopes. She too was like the hopeless lover who broke his own heart just to fix the "other's".She was as if satisfied being his dark secret of the day forgotten and lost in the bright sunshine...Maybe we all are.
We all are some Mili duped by false hopes,careless dreams or knowing ignorance.Mili still wakes up with a smile hoping to be his bright sunshine one day.