The next morning had a different glee in the ambience as I got up and walked straight to the balcony. The side of my head throbbed with excessive overthinking. The heart in the ribcage pumped in a cynical rhythm. It was still heavy with fresh memories of the day’s mis-happenings while a frown plastered on forehead had become a permanent expression since the weird call.
I was delusional, even though, it was momentarily.
“What should I do? Whom should I ask for help? I cannot ask Bhabhi. She will be disturbed. Who knows how long she would fret over? Bhai might confront her. I cannot trust a wife with a secret. The women are dangerous and least trust worthy at front of their husband. She may spill the beans the moment Bhai would press her long enough.” I wondered, looking heavenw
