Holding onto the keys,a bunch in her hands she looked blankly at the women before her,
How to divide the responsibility,that she is habituated to carry alone,
More so,how to share the man,she is habituated to have alone..
How to share the ring in her finger,the bangles in her wrist,
How to share the red colour of vermilion that shines on her forehead..
How to smile at the women,in whose bed her man would spend his nights,away from her..
How to listen to the tinkling sounds of bangles,in her familiar kitchen,where she cooks to her heart content..
How to give in to them,and smile kindly like an elder sister,when all her being would be repulsive to the very idea,
She who had been an only child even of her parents,how to bear the burden of sisters who would be living in this shared household..
Looking at the arrogance of them who had found their ways to her household,
All she could do was glare at the man sitting and chatting with someone .
And feel the heart that loves him die..
In that shared household
