The mute argument

The mute argument

The mute argument………

She went about tidying up her house,her head was spinning,her kids had made a mess…………..

tossed clothing,scattered books,single shoes poking out from under the bed,sneaking clothes from the almirah,toffee wrappers glistening here and there,crumpled blankets with hidden treasures inside…

Half eaten morsels of food staring from plates,……uniforms piled one upon the other,school bags lying disowned…..

The room boomeranged with punctuation marks….She thought,”Where should I start from?”

She picked up the books first and arranged them in the cupboard,next were the school bags.

She felt she would faint,but kept on going……….She picked up the pile of clothes….

Oh! my goodness ,the uniform was torn and further the thread got twisted in her ring.

She was in a rage…………..she took off her ring and banged it on a table beside.

and continued with her work.It as not until late in the evening,she realized tha the ring was missing….

The ring had decorated her finger for years.It had been there on her ring finger,since her teenage days,a symbol of her profound love for her dearest lord “Lord Vishnu”.Even the diamond ring that symbolized her marriage did not have ample significance  to replace that circular faith,which had incredibly sailed her through tough times in her life……..and it was nowhere to be found………….

Frantically she searched for her lord,who she concluded was upset with her and that’s why was playing hide and seek in a mute argument with her………..

A hundred times she apologized to him,bowed at his lotus feet….but her lord was adamant,she could not find him……

Night set in,stars twinkled in the sky and she was restless,she knew her lord was annoyed,she had vented out her anger on him,misplacing that ring which she had refused to take out even at the hospital bed,when she was diagnosed with typhoid …………

Night saw her burning the midnight oil.Her eye refused for a nap,her heart longed for her lord……….

She did not realize when she went into deep slumber……..She woke up to the usual shrill of the alarm clock at 5:30 in the morning….

She staggered towards…….the kitchen when she stepped on something……..

As she grappled in the dark and switched on the light…….there on the floor lay her Lord………

An accustomed feeling of contentment embraced as she wore that……………..

The mute argument…….

the silent disagreement……

The slow descend…..

the luminous light of

your invigorating presence…..

devoid of your….

love inherent….

everything emerged….

as a deterrent….

my moments…..

triggered descent…

The mute agrument……

The silent disagreement…

…The faith reverent….

the tiff did cement…..

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5 thoughts on “The mute argument

  1. Quite a different take on the prompt. Had to reread it twice for my little brain to comprehend the essence of your thoughts. Bit when I did, I enjoyed it thoroughly

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