Leela

She lay silently, like some dead woman or something . Her eyes shut, her face calm like never before and the soft hair that moved around her shoulders as she was changed into another hospital attire - something light blue, as if she were a baby boy . Then her 'amma' came in, opened her 'box' and adorned her darling.
She put a bright red dot on her forehead, between her brows and a small dot on her forhead again but somewhere near the hairline, in the center.
She looked like a dot monster for a minute, then like an indian the next moment. She looked beautiful.In that dwelling house, her presence was missing...it was felt.
where was leela?

6 months ago :

" Neena, i can't find my shirt ? the blue one ! "
" Stop screaming, i've ironed it and it's on the bed with ur trousers . Get out of that bathroom now !"

Neena Verma, a depressingly gorgeous female from the suburbs of Mumbai, a HR head at Infosys and Perfect wife. She lacked nothing, she was beautiful, charming,caring et all

whereas, Rohan Verma, Neena's beloved hubby was a totaly dependent over his wife. His day wouldn't start without calling her for every little thing. It was funny for a well established man to do so yet, some kids never grow.

" thanks honey, what would i do without u "
' yeah yeah! come quick! we gotta leave in 10 minutes"
she smiled and called him for morning snack before they could both leave for work

After 10 hours :
 Neena and Rohan entered the house in a washed out state. Rohan collapsed on the couch and Neena went it to get some water.
" Rohan, get up . I'm famished. I can't cook, I'm really tired . "
" okay , let's change and go ? "
" no ! move right now"
In the after -a long day -look , they went out for dinner.

Before the dinner could happen :

'Cross quick, dont be a bum !
i'm going ....come fasshht !
okay now i'm really going '
and she walked towards the crossing

' Neen...NEENA !' Rohan screamed in horror, his charm who just was about to cross the road had been injured and twisted by a speeding car

6 months Later :
Her book released, she was famous author now .
But, was she?
Or was she a lay woman on a random bed
Not chirping anymore !
of the incomplete dinner night , till today ?
a vegetable, is it ?

-> death and desire are unknown parasites, they come and go .
save her laughter
save her innocence
she's ur serenity
she'll go one day and you will miss her more than u can think !