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Some said it is pseudoscience and
some said it is meta physical science.
No one talked about how to make a home,
no one talked about how to retain the love.
We argued the whole week before Diwali
and Origami lanterns won the argument.
The brown cartons of Star curtain lights
were insultingly shown the way to the cupboard.
The cupboard contained the ankle-length dark floral Tulip pants
which lost a battle against an embroidered traditional long skirt.
The bohemian and hippy style could have failed to hide the silencer burn -
accessorized with honey, aloe vera and antibiotic ointments.
Aloe vera plant came as my thirty-fourth birthday gift.
While planting them in the pot having regular soil
amended with perlite, I removed my gardening gloves
because it caused irritation to the epidermal burn resulting from hot coffee.
Irish coffee has been his favorite since few years
and I have been using the whipped cream for various ice cream flavours
so we decided to buy cartons of it along with expensive whiskeys
but I was not allowed to have a sip of it – sad, isn't it?
I was no longer allowed to take the puffs in.
The burnt and blackened cigarette remains were all over the floor.
Clutching the cover of my pillow for the next forty-five minutes,
I shed my skin and got rid of the anxiety with relaxation exercises.
Twenty-two chrome tabs were open to read articles on meditation and exercises.
My therapist told my husband that my condition is worsening
and I have already used the sick leaves granted by my organization.
I was not able to write a single line on my suffocation.
The ceramic flower vase and cocktail glasses were lying on the floor and he was looking for a book on the shelf I kept for magazines.
That evening we both cursed each other.
The brown corrugated cartons were all over my bed.
I was not able to understand how to keep myself entertained
and the online shopping seemed fun.
I was unaware of compulsive buying disorder.
Our fights were stuck in a loop -
We forgot to pause and engaged in character assaults.
Next day saw love making and cake baking.
And the next day? We threatened each other to end this marriage.
The wet umbrellas lay open in the living room
as it was raining unexpectedly in February.
The cacti in the porcelain pot kept in the bedroom
looked cute but who knew it is going to take the peace away.
We had a fight over which apartment to buy -
the one with a balcony in the South or
the one with the entry door towards the South.
We did not care about the Vastu Shastra.