Loved No More

“That idiot!” I grumbled to myself, “He has left me hanging….This is the end!”

I could see the predators circling me, keeping their distance for now, but slowly gathering courage. One of them seemed drunk, and suddenly rushed towards me, but I swatted at him with all my might, and that gave the rest a moment’s pause, and led to them giving me slightly more space. If he happened to come in front of me, I could kill him right now. How dare he put me in such a tight spot, that too in the open?

It had not always been like that. I still remember the day when he had brought me home for the first time. “I will always love and respect you,” he promised solemnly, “I will take such good care of you that you will soon forget your old home.” And, you know, in the first few years, he HAD lived up to his promise.

He used to take me along on all his business trips, his important meetings, and his socializing with his friends. He seemed so proud of me, showing me off at the slightest opportunity. It was truly a dream come true for both of us, and we couldn’t have been happier.

But then, as the years passed, things changed…slowly at first, and then going rapidly downhill. I no longer had the silky smooth touch that he used to cherish so much, and age had started to show in my complexion also. There was no getting around it, I had grown old!

He now increasingly started leaving me at home, preferring to go it alone, or with someone else. I used to keep waiting for him at home, and he would return at some unearthly hour in a drunken state, and without even looking at me, go to sleep. I kept staring at him, wondering how I was to blame for all this!

And then, this morning, he came up to me, sniffed at me like a dog, and said with disgust in his voice, “You need to get some fresh air, you’re smelling like an old hag!” So saying, he took me outside the house, locked the door behind him, and left, leaving me hanging in the open!

My musings were suddenly interrupted by the loud laughter of the predators, who had taken advantage of my reverie to creep much closer to me. I tried to swat them again, but there were simply too many of them.

And as the murder of crows crapped all over me and then tore me to pieces, my last thought was, “Gogoji….aapka ghaaghra….gaya…………

Narrator’s Note: Those unfortunate readers who have not watched Andaz Apna Apna will not get the reference in the end. I hope it drives you to watch the masterpiece today itself!

About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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