For the last few months, I had been wondering about the marital life of one of my good friends. On a few earlier occasions, she did sound a bit sad on phone. However, I was not sure enough to ask her anything directly. A few days back, I received her sms that she has changed her phone number. So, I called her casually for a little chit chat.
“How are you?” I asked
“Fine” she said in a plain voice.
“Where are you these days?” I asked
“I am out on parole” She said in a strange, somewhat philosophical tone.
“At home, papa’s place” she replied her voice regaining normalcy
“Hmmm” I said.
“Only a few good days in hand” She added
“Of what?” I asked
“My holidays here, in my house” she said with a sigh.
“Hmmm” I replied for I did not know what else to say.
My fears were true. Sometimes, a word or two creates a clearer and real picture of circumstances than hours of deep analysis. Felt sorry for her but I also know it is really foolish to interfere in such cases of marital discord, for one always stands at a risk to make a complete fool of him/herself. We can only pray from the periphery.