She stood by the French windows, looking outside. The drapes were flapping about in the wind. Great clouds were swirling by, forming gigantic eddies that seemed to threaten to unleash themselves at the slightest opportunity. Gloom and desolation seemed to be settling everywhere. The sky seemed to reflect her mood perfectly. Or was it the other way round?
Turning away from the window, she saw that it was almost 6. He would be home soon. Unbelievably enough, the whole day had passed by in a haze of non existence. The daily chores had been performed perfunctorily, without any indication of interest or application of any mental faculties. However, time and date held no meaning for her. Especially today.
Presently, she went about the house turning on the lights and preparing for lighting the little lamp in the puja room. She splashed water on her face, put on a little kumkum, tied her hair into a knot and entered the little room by the kitchen that had all the deities. She lit the lamp and said a few prayers, ringing the traditional bell alongside, all the while wondering if it made the slightest difference.
Shutting the door of the room, she made her way into the living room. Something seemed strange here. She couldn’t place her finger on it, but she knew intuitively that something had changed in the time that she went into the puja room. Before she could do anything, before her body could react, she was accosted and blindfolded. Someone much stronger than she held her hands behind her back, covered her mouth and pushed her forward.
Suddenly the blindfold came off and all she heard were screams before she could pick out his form amidst the sea of faces.