The ball landed near the bedroom window and Kumara Swamy went to pick it up.
“ I need a change,” Tatta said sinking deeper into his inclined reading chair.
“ Oh, you always say that…you said that on our first anniversary fifty years ago…” Patti smiled running a comb through her long white hair.
“ Yes, you are right. I have wanted to do it many times before…never could muster the courage really…until now..”
“Oh, it is just a fancy with you. You think like this for a while and then things go back to normal. I think it will last for maybe a week this time…wanna bet?” Patti gave Tatta a naughty smile.
“No, this time I know for sure it is different.” Tatta stared at the ceiling from his reclining chair. Something in his voice made Patti stop, she stared at him, comb stuck halfway through her hair.
“What are you saying…” her voice snagged on a tangle in her hair.
“I am saying I need a change. And this time I am going to do it.” Tatta’s voice was tired but determined.
“Ok, but why do you want a change after all these years…?”
“Because I am bored of it!” Tatta hissed.
Patti half stood up out of the bed, comb still hanging from her hair. She could hear years of resentment seep like vitriol into the silence of the afternoon.
“I see, and how long have you been ‘bored’ of it.?”
“You said it yourself. Around the time of our first anniversary…” Tatta’s voice was low again but like a coiled snake ready to strike. Continue reading