Why he felt miserable...

It was late evening. He stood there in what was famously known as the smoking zone of the cafetaria. He loved watching the city from the seventh floor of his company - from where even the chaos would look to be in such beautiful order. But, he was not happy today, not happy from quite a few days actually. With a cup of hot coffee in his hand and a cigarette in the other, he went into the flashback mode.

He was married for the last four years - and happily for the last three years ten months. Was it a love marriage? It did not really matter, all that mattered was there was love in marriage. He and his wife went to the same college. But, they had not talked much to each other, other than the usual "Hai" and "Bye". It was during their final year project that he got to know her. She was no stunner, no supremely talented. But, there was something likeable about her - she was exactly the kind of person who would appeal more with time. By next year, they were married to each other.

They seemed a great couple. They were quite different from each other, but they complemented each other very well. They had their share of quarrels (mark of a healthy marriage) but they had great respect for each other.

A new trainee had joined his team just a couple of months back. She was the most attractive girl he had ever seen. To make things worse, she was very interesting - she knew so many things, she was perfect! He became obsessed with her, he could not stop thinking about her. He started comparing her to his wife and he hated himself for doing so. His wife seemed very ordinary now - the benne dosays they had every sunday evening, the serials they watched together everyday seemed very stupid to him. He knew he was being unfair to his wife, but forcefully loving his wife was like being dishonest with himself. He avoided eye contact with his wife and every loving gesture from her made him more miserable.

He was considered a good employee at his work place - he was known to have good analytical and problem solving skills. He smiled sarcastically at that thought. The more he thought about this, the more confused the things seemed. He was aware that it was his attitude that is the root cause of this problem, but he was more certain that he had no solution to it.

The noisy alert for the SMS brought him out of his imagination. It was from his wife.
"Missing you. Come home soon :)"

This story or whatever has no resemblance to me or to anyone else. This story is the outcome of something very different that has the same undercurrents as this story.

6 Comments:

  1. Anonymous said...
    This story may have no resemblance to you but it sure does with me.
    I am a woman who has obsessed about a married man for a few months now. It all started when on day I turned around and bumped into him. We know each other before but in a friendly basis "Hi and Bye." But that particular day we both froze in place and stared in each others eyes for what seemed liked years. We both mumbled somethings incomprehensible and I walked away. A few minutes later I turned around and caught him staring at me. That is when my world started to turn upside down. We have never expressed any of these feelings. But I know for sure that they are mutual.
    I know he fights to never expressed them because I am in the same battle.
    I know because we can see that everytime our eyes have met and held.
    I fell like I am in a prison everyday because he has captured my attention and I can't seem to break free.
    No one I meet who is available interest me, because all I see is him...
    I don't know how to break free
    micromysore said...
    vasu, you just found a second profession ;-) COUNSELLING :D .. BOL ..
    Anonymous said...
    I think this is ur best till now!!!
    -krupa
    Raghu said...
    Great one, Vasuki!
    Anonymous said...
    Actually vasuki...if one is not happy with his/her married life..then all this confusion wont happen..only if they are happy and then find some one else interesting...then the problem starts.....

    But vasuki..i expected more from u.
    sandhya said...
    Inspired by KANK by any chance ??????????????????????????

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