Short fiction story by avissado.
Once again, Maria found herself at the kitchen sink, her hands covered in soap suds that reached upto her arms…the front of her kurta wet from the strong spray of tap water flowing at full speed!…strands of wet hair stuck to the sides of her face. Maria lifted her right arm and pushed it back, her thoughts faraway…
… I don’t like it when you do the dishes (Andre was saying to her) you scatter water everywhere and…Darling but I was just trying to help, she heard herself say..you know how I like to look after you and feel bad that I can’t do it everyday... This was usually followed by Andre hugging her close the tips of his thumbs brushing against…That was in the past. Years ago, and all she could have of it now were musings..
Maria often thought of Andre when she was doing the evening dishes…He hated her doing the dishes. He always complained that she used too much water and splashed too much wetting everything around: kitchen platform, floor, dishes, even food…
Just then, Olav came into the kitchen, as usual he was looking for something that he could eat for dessert. They both liked to have something sweet after meals. Without bothering to look into his direction, Maria told him about the box of mittai(Indian sweets) that was in the Fridge and clearly directed him to exactly where it was in the tiffin with the yellow lid on the second shelf. Otherwise Olav would never find it. He always searched like he couldn’t see!
Delighted that she brought mittai, his favourite!, Olav smiled like a little boy about to get a double scoop of baskin robbins in a chocolate dipped cone. Unconsciously licking his lips, he took out the mittai box, opened it, picked a laddo and popped it into his mouth. “Don’t eat too much!”, Maria scolded. Olav nodded and retreated into the living room to watch TV.
TV! It irritated Maria no end…Everything in their lives was about the TV! How she would have liked to smash it into bits and throw the pieces into the sea! But Maria knew that even if she smashed the TV, there would be the internet to keep Olav engaged. And if it wasn’t the computer there would be the mobile and if that too were to go then there would always be magazinesand newspapers and ….”Well the truth, thought Maria bitterly, is that Olav would always find something to occupy himself with…something more engrossing…more important…than her! Always!
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