Anxious Night
Not every commotion has a voice.
Mira was hearing the loud noise from the corner of her window. She asks Rajeev if she was the only one hearing that commotion. She nudges him “What are they up to again? Why do they need to fight a lot every night? He doesn’t say a word. She asks him again “Are you even paying heed to what I am saying?” He stares back at her and says “Will you just shut up and go to sleep”?
She gets up from the chair in the drawing-room and goes straight to the bedroom. While opening the drawer of the cupboard she thinks about how things were quite different between them when they weren’t married. She felt valued, heard, and respected. Her anxiety wasn’t new to Rajeev but with time she felt she became indifferent to him.
She swallowed the tablets to calm herself down and seeing her husband coming back to the bedroom she switches off the light and lays down to hide her thoughts. He doesn’t say a word while laying back on the other side of the bed and at this particular moment she realizes “not every commotion has a voice.”
Gurpreet Dhariwal is the author of “My Soul Rants: Poems of a Born Spectator.” Her eBook is now available at Google PlayStore, Amazon, and Kindle. Connect with Gurpreet on LinkedIn, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or Youtube
