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She too has a story

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Appearances, sigh!

She patted the corner of her eye, dabbed her tears and swallowed her pain. I could feel the emptiness she was hiding. She looked at me as if it was a gentle 'thank you' for my mute presence. She smiled meekly, I prompted that too. Then, she started fiddling with her mobile as I pretended to read. The story of my everyday commute back home - being part of someone's story, sharing a gesture here and there.

But she was an exception. Those big brown eyes pierced inside my soul. Unaware of the effect her presence had on me, she smiled intermittently. It was a fake smile, I could tell. I have seen her real smile. It is far more radiant and earnest. Ajay keeps their photo in his purse. I am waiting for the day either he takes that photo out or I kick him out of my life. Till that happens, three of us will live with a heavy heart and a torn soul.

And here comes her stop, she will walk into her empty bedroom and I will walk into a messed one.

There - she has a story and I too, have one. Albeit, a little different. She is a wife and I am the other woman.

 P. S. Sorry for not replying to your comments and reading your blogs. Life was a little hectic.
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  1. Purba chakrabortyJuly 3, 2015 at 10:54 AM

    Brilliantly written, Saru. Such profound emotions, captured in this short story. It was a great read :)

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  2. C SureshJuly 3, 2015 at 11:07 AM

    Wow! THAT was marvellous

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  3. K.A. AcharyaJuly 3, 2015 at 11:43 AM

    Wow! Two intertwined stories; both tragic. Beautifully penned, Saru.

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  4. KalpanaJuly 3, 2015 at 11:54 AM

    Short, poignant and terribly tragic.

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  5. AnonymousJuly 3, 2015 at 11:57 AM

    Wonderfully written - and poignant!

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  6. TeamgsquareJuly 3, 2015 at 12:37 PM

    Wow, nice story.

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  7. UnknownJuly 3, 2015 at 1:58 PM

    Nice. Till I reached the end, I thought it was the other way round.

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    1. Saru SinghalJuly 14, 2015 at 12:52 PM

      I wanted to change the obvious. Thanks for reading, Somali.

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  8. ManiparnaJuly 3, 2015 at 10:10 PM

    Oh!! It was just wonderful!

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  9. anksJuly 3, 2015 at 11:51 PM

    Beautiful! The Other Woman is not always the mean vixen popular media makes her out to be... this story reminds me of that :)

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  10. AnonymousJuly 4, 2015 at 1:05 AM

    WoW! I didn't expect the sublime finish. It's brilliantly narrated. Simply superb, Saru:)

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  11. sathishJuly 4, 2015 at 1:33 AM

    portrayed beautifully....

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  12. UnknownJuly 4, 2015 at 2:01 AM

    What a soulful piece, literally made me brimming with emotions. Hats off :')

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  13. UppalJuly 4, 2015 at 2:16 AM

    You kept us on toes till the end!

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  14. UnknownJuly 4, 2015 at 3:45 AM

    Wonderfully written and very beautiful...

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  15. ilaksheeJuly 4, 2015 at 3:54 AM

    The characters came alive in this short. Beautifully written!

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  16. Ashish KumarJuly 4, 2015 at 5:02 AM

    beautiful creativity... short, precise and perfect one... superlike... :-)

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  17. Sunita SriramJuly 4, 2015 at 5:31 AM

    a truly engaging narration you have here Saru...great!

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  18. Ankita July 4, 2015 at 7:04 AM

    that is so interesting!

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  19. UnknownJuly 4, 2015 at 10:14 AM

    Absolutely wonderful story

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  20. Ajay PaiJuly 4, 2015 at 11:44 AM

    Short and crisp! and excellent narrative.!

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  21. Vinay Leo R.July 4, 2015 at 12:19 PM

    Hmm. I wonder which bedroom Ajay will walk into first. Well written, G.

    Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason

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  22. JANUJuly 4, 2015 at 12:24 PM

    Power packed! Well written Saru.

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  23. Rahul BhatiaJuly 4, 2015 at 11:52 PM

    Short n crisp, Saru:)

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  24. Boisterous BeeJuly 5, 2015 at 2:48 AM

    My goodness. That was incredible. A tale of almost every female next door.. Very well penned.. :)

    Cheers

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  25. Kokila guptaJuly 5, 2015 at 9:14 AM

    Crisp ..is the word Saru .. Everybody has a story I feel !

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  26. Sri KriJuly 6, 2015 at 6:21 AM

    Well penned Saru.

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  27. Dreaming Wanderer. www.tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.comJuly 6, 2015 at 3:36 PM

    Short with extensive emotions.. Loved the end.. Brilliantly laid out Saru.. You are venturing into uncharted waters and conquering the waves , as always..

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  28. Neo ImaginationsJuly 6, 2015 at 5:17 PM

    A perfect example of a short story. You meant a lot there.

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  29. D.NambiarJuly 6, 2015 at 8:44 PM

    hmm... that's a short and packed one. Nice job, Saru. (y)

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  30. SoumyaJuly 7, 2015 at 7:45 AM

    Oh wow, so beautiful! So much pain and remorse and yet nothing to be said.

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  31. AnanyaJuly 7, 2015 at 6:34 PM

    I love the pain u artistically express pain...

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  32. RachnaJuly 8, 2015 at 12:58 AM

    Wow! This was so well penned, Saru.

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  33. Found In FolsomJuly 8, 2015 at 3:36 PM

    Such short and so nicely expressed....loved it, Saru!

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  34. ShaiviJuly 9, 2015 at 11:14 AM

    Beautifully presented Saru!

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  35. AseemJuly 11, 2015 at 5:57 AM

    Super short story Saru :). You have captured so many emotions in so few words.

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  36. Saru SinghalJuly 14, 2015 at 12:51 PM

    Thanks!

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  37. Saru SinghalJuly 14, 2015 at 1:43 PM

    Yeah, I know many you share the same story.

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  38. UnknownJuly 24, 2015 at 10:08 AM

    Saru it is super excellent. Only you can depict such emotions.

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  39. AnonymousJanuary 15, 2016 at 12:06 PM

    That was beautiful.
    In spite of being "the other woman" she acknowledges the beauty of the wife.
    In spite of being the reason for that tear, and the one to steal that smile, she admires the radiance of her smile.

    PS: How are you doing, Saru? Let me know when you come to India. We haven't caught up for a long time.. my numbers haven't changed.

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    1. Saru SinghalJanuary 15, 2016 at 2:36 PM

      I am doing good. How are you? You go into hibernation. Will call you soon and thanks a bunch for reading, Punam. :)

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  40. UnknownJuly 2, 2016 at 1:32 AM

    Crisp and well expressed!

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  41. ekullumanaliJuly 2, 2016 at 2:48 AM

    Everyone has a story some express it and some not.

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