Anjanas dilemma - Short story - Fiction
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Loud thundering woke me up. It was a rainy Sunday and it had rained cats and dogs the previous night too, just like it had on the day we got married. The sky was overcast and there was a weird dullness all around me. Chetan was fast asleep as we had had a party at our home with a few close friends to celebrate the eve of our 15th anniversary. He who is not much of a drinker, drank more than he could handle. He was clearly happy and enjoying himself. The kids had been packed off to granny's home. I checked the time on my phone...it was 3. 45 a.m. My eyes fell on his calm sleeping face and suddenly as if the entire 15 years of our journey together flashed in front of my eyes. 15 years....yes it had been 15 years since we were man and wife. Not an easy journey, but then who said life was easy. Our marriage had its own share of ups and downs. The seven year itch as they say, wanting to walk out on this relationship, run away to an unkown place etc. etc... I come...