Aadhi
I twist and turn on the cold mattress, having trouble sleeping without the warmth of my wife. I want her here with me and I hate that I am letting her affect me so much. But she belongs with me, here on the bed next to me but I am not man enough to apologize to her and bring her back. I try to close my eyes and invite sleep into them but my attempts go in vain as I end up staring at the ceiling without purpose.
Midway through the night and when I still can't sleep, I walk out of the room and instead of going to my office I take the left towards the guestroom. Opening the door, I spot Ithal sleeping soundly. I wonder how the roles are reversing. I am here pining over the woman who has wanted me for God knows how long whereas she is all set to move away from me. She behaves so cold
