The morning broke with the song of the young cuckoo couple nested in the giant silk cotton tree at the edge of the garden. Atul was the first to awaken. Unlike everyday today he stepped out of the bed and drew the blinds. He shut out the early streaks of the morning light that would soon break into the bedroom, to allow Saloni an extra hour of rest. Last night had been bad. Saloni had broken down completely. She lay with her head buried into his chest sobbing for hours. Atul tried to pacify her. Calm her down. She was inconsolable. She felt that their beautiful love affair was falling apart. Their fairy tale marriage was breaking down into pieces.....and it was all her fault.
First they came amongst shadows long,
When Ma told me of spooky tales,of scary ghosts and flying witches,
Of the gory giant who gobbles girls,out in the night, in the wilderness
Strangely the giant never gobbled my twin brother
Who fought like a demon himself when caned by papa
As he returned home late each night,
And sometimes never at all.
Gates shut at ten, hostel or PG
I lead a happily normal life,
To be the pride of teachers and parents
My name etched for ever in the bronze plaques at school.
His never shut.
As he grew bold, brazen and really wild,
Smoking, drinking, bedding women twice his age,
His grades faltered as he failed some, passed some tests,
but still managed to scrape through.....land a job...and succeed
Night wolves chase me through my day
What if my son does not return from MIT
And my daughter forgets her morning pill,
Where to invest my provident fund,
How to stop my husband's trip to naughty Macau,
I fail, falter, the night wolves growl, surround and rip my apart, devour me.