HER VICTORY....

She stood there...wearied and exhausted...the clanking noise of the fan filled the otherwise quiet ambience of the room. The sun was playing peek –a-boo through the slits in the curtains. A rusty lazy afternoon with no one in the house. The children had gone to school and husband off to office. Getting up early,making breakfast for the family, daily dose of household chores and arguing with the nearby vegetable seller for every penny that could be saved. The maid also had not shown up for the last 10 days...maybe we need to cut down on her wages or search for another one she thought. The television was showing repeats of the daily soaps she already caught up with. She sat on the sofa with eyes closed...
Yes, the day was as routineas it could be or was it...
Today however as she sat on the sofa some disturbing glimpses of the last week cluttered her mind.
She remembered her husbands’ words “ You need to find a solution. It can’t go on this way”
“But...you know it can’t be a one sided effort. You too should co-operate .”
But he seemed to be too busy to pay her words a heed.
Even her children had started complaining “Momma, we can’t take this any more. Its all your fault.”
She thought atleast they would understand her..but in vain. Maybe they had grown up and her shortcomings seemed vague to them..something that could be done away with..but she alone know how she had tried in the past but failed.
A strange kind of feeling seem to have washed her senses today...she felt dejected and worthless..good for nothing...She knew she had to put an end to all her sufferings..how long will she bear.
Yes, she found it...found a solution.
Her heart was romping as loud as it could...her lips were pursed ...and palpations on her forehead ..however this time she had made up her mind..a kind of resurrecting strength seem to have filled her heart..she held the weapon tight in her hand..fists clenched but sweaty...maybe the end of this life coul bring happiness to others.
She mustered all her courage.
Thud!!!
And there the body lay senseless and rigid...
And a smile of triumph crossed her lips...she did it.
She finally killed the rat that had been the cause of their nightmares, woes and miseries .It lay motionless and dead besides the brrom.  Poor thing she thought but she felt triumphant and glee.

She is terribly afraid of rodents and spiders..but somehow she managed today...yes today had been a special day for her. 

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