Life Can’t Be Perfect

“Yogita, the food was really yummy,” said Sumit. He kissed her on the forehead and glued back to his phone. She passed an artificial smile and resumed the table clean-up. 

She wondered, “I shall feel good and elated but I didn’t feel that way. Why?”

“Yogita, Is there anything wrong with you? Most of the time, you are unhappy and irritated.”He continued, “Either you talk to me or stay normal. I too feel pissed off now.” These arguments were a part of their routine. Sumit tried his best to keep her happy with his caring attitude, they had a decent relationship as well yet like other marriages, here also there was a missing link; Sumit never supported her at the home front. He would simply chicken out whenever there was a confrontation of her and her mother in law. Howsoever right she was, he refused to support her.

Being a timid and weak girl herself, Yogita always looked up to him to support her but that never happened. She never tried to accept the fact that Sumit was helpless since he was the only son. Yogita could never connect well with him; he considered him guilty.

“Dear, try to understand me. You know I understand you and care for you. But I have my own limitations. Life is beyond this but I fail to understand why are you ruining our relation for just one lacking factor? I can’t go against my mother but I don’t say anything to you either.” He would often tell her to move on and look at the sunny side of life but Yogita was entangled in her own crafted web of past. Though she tried to keep herself busy, her subconscious thoughts would always bounce back time and again.

Eventually, their relation turned sour. Sumit stopped paying heed to her everyday grievances and drowned himself in the work. Though her mother in law had gone to her daughter’s place since a month, Yogita had become an impatient gloomy person, always shouting at the kids and would cry for hours. The whole atmosphere had messed up for everyone.  Her absence didn’t matter to Yogita anymore.

One fine evening when she was alone at home, Yogita realized that she was already in mid-thirties and she had wasted her ten years of marriage just running after a mirage. “Everyone has gone away from me.”

She questioned herself, “Is my behaviour justified? What I have done to myself?  Am I doing justice to myself and my family?”

With a deep breath, she promised herself, “I will not waste my life. Either I will change myself or will handle the situations. For sure, I am going to make this happen.” She had resolved to accept her Mother-in-law in a positive way. She felt more determined and optimistic.

In the evening she waited to greet her family. “Tomorrow shall be another day but with extra dose of positivity and hope,” she had resolved.

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Pooja Gupta

Pooja Gupta is a clinical microbiologist by profession based in Bathinda, Punjab. Her encounter with the pen is a recent one and since then she became completely addicted to it.

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