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Spaces

“The number you are trying to reach is presently not available”
I tried Sumit’s phone again it was not available. Sumit is never available since
our marriage three years back. Our marriage was that of convenience.
We were friends for several years both being very busy with our careers. Our parents assuming we were in love concluded that marriage was the best thing for us. Neither of us objected because it was convenient for both
Over the years Sumit has become a habit. He is barely home, and when he is, he is working. We hardly communicate, we do not need to, we understand each other well. We believe in giving space to each other. We live more like roommates than like a family. It’s beneficial for our careers after all.

Sumit is very cautious by nature, never keeping any stone unturned.
He looks after both his parents and mine. Our family is almost perfect except of course the immense space between us its rather suffocating nowadays.
I have decided today however to talk with him. His mother feels we need a holiday, she probably feels we are falling out of love.
If only she would realize that we were not in love.

He has never been so late. Its 11:45. Usually his phone is not available till 11 when he is at work. He then drives back home, everyday. If he is ever late he informs me,
Its 12:15 I call him again his phone rings this time, I disconnect it. Sumit dislikes attending calls or messaging people while he is out for work except emergencies.
Ill have to talk with him tonight, probably his mother is right, probably we should cease being roommates, may be we do not need so much space between us, may be?

I hear the doorbell. Sumits home. Either of us has to communicate, I will have to break the ice tonight.
I open the door………………………and the space between us is destroyed for ever.
They carry his body out of the house. I busy myself consoling his mother.
I pick up his phone, and see the last unfinished message he was about to send………..”I am coming home jaan
Do not worry
P.S: "love you”could never say it though
I switch it off……………………………tears roll down after a decade
he made me cry.




love is easy ,living is hard