Lost Wife by pokhila (management books to read .txt) 📖

NEW PLACE .... NEW PEOPLE

 

Runi was learning to live her life alone ....  

making new friends .....

says she forgot Anirudh 

?  ?   ?

how can she erase Anirudh ...  

from her mind , her heart .....

 

 

 

Today Prof  Sudipto invited me for lunch , he was the only Indian in my department , there are some more teaching staff and other office bearers , but in other departments  . Some students  from my country  came and intro themselves , its like having a small family of own people speaking the same language . I miss my country ....  my own people .

 

Most importantly the food ....  I miss my plain boiled rice , their staple was all sorts of pasta ....  it can't replace my rohu kalia , spicy  mutton curry and my rosogolla . ummm , ... , wish I learned to make it from .... mom in law . I tried to make it here with Lena's help , but no ...  it breaks away .

 

I met Prof Sudipto's  wife once  in the super market and  later on  we had a long talk in the coffee shop , they have twins , boys , they were four , very smart and active ....

 

After meeting them for two minutes I started to pray inside my mind   ' please give me a girl ', no boy please God '. Pooja noticed me and asked how long  I was .... I told her 

 

Sudipto took the kids for icecream , giving us time to mingle . , then we talked about babies and the hurdles in bringing up , specially the first two years , when they are completly dependent on their mom . I felt , little scared but , she quickly realised what she was saying ..

 

" We are with you ...  " She squeezed my hand , giving support .

 

Her name was Pooja , she left her job to take care of the twins ...  She asked me about light things and as Sudipto was aware that I was a single mom she kept the topic aside , she can think whatever she want , I can't help it .

 

 I got ready to visit Sudipto and his family .....I wore a floral maternity dress and a olive green shrug , now a days all my dress look the same , I stopped wearing trousers or any type of skirts , because feel scared that it might hurt the baby .....  so my dress was always one single piece ..... maternity frocks of different colours and length .

 

Not only that , now I avoid all types of junk food and always eat healthy and fresh from our own garden . I must be extra careful , because I was all alone ....  I can't affort extra medical bills . Must save every penny , my delivery date was nearing , ceasereen  was very expensive , will opt for the normal one .

 

 

I gave the driver my address to Sudipto's house ...  looking outside I got lost in my thoughts .... 

 

 Anirudh , Anirudh ...  and only  Anirudh  , he never left my mind , from morning till night .... Only I know how I survived all these two months without him . I was scared to stay alone , because his thoughts used to haunt me , in broad daylight or in the  lonely  nights ....  I couldn't stop thinking about him .

 

At first it was worse ....  I used to cry all night , want his embrace ... miss his kisses... I want him like I need air, it was so difficult to survive without him ....

 

I want him inside me  ...  never thought this feeling will drive me crazy to a extent that I need to fill myself , I realised I was addicted to him .

 

I read men and women getting addicted to all sort of drugs , and here I was addicted to my husband ....  his sex .

           felt like some pervert , but I was helpless I loved him so much and we never spend our nights alone ... Anirudh was always with me , every night was honeymoon .

 

I used to wonder , how was he ? after two months . Maybe married to Anu , maybe still dating , taking her places , making love to her ....  all these thought brought tears to my eyes . 

 

Thank God ! I left my phone back ....  I don't remember anyone's number , don't want to remember .

 

I felt movement , that brought me back to present .......

I felt a kick , my baby was asking her snacks , I smiled and patted her lightly " yes baby , some fruits "she gave another response ... " okay , okay , its chocolate ?" I asked her , she kicked twice , meaning yes ....  I opened my hand bag and broke a piece of the nutty cadbury  and took a bite . I talk to her often , mostly at night . 

 

Can't believe I'm all alone in this foreign country , I don't have relatives , I knew no one in particular .... all I had was my degree , this job . The job ,  it keeps Anirudh away from my thoughts for atleast for long five hours  in the university , I stay busy with books and students . 

 

           The cab came to a halt , it was the place of high rise , not like my place . I paid and took the decorated  basket , it was all loaded with fresh fruits from our firm , other than that I brought various sweets for the twins .

 

Sudipto was waiting downstairs , he took me to the elevator  ,taking  the basket from my hand . Sometimes I feel like he was my brother from some other life . Pooja was waiting on the doorway , Sudipto showed her the basket , " from Arunima ", .....  Pooja took  it with a' thank you ', and led me to their living room ....  

 

 

I'll discuss lunch in the next chapter 

As promised , I delivered Runi to you all .....

In return you all showered  your love and likes 

Thank you my readers , thank you all so much .

Now I want your opinion and views .....

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