After-hours from her workplace, Anashi nestled with her confidence strained and energy drained. Dropping her floral cinch bag on the grey tile floor, she spotted a human outstaring at her wide eyes and grinning uncanny. 'Notice what's new today', he told pointing on the bedside teak cabinet.
Contemplating and examining, Anashi glimpsed at a square package utterly levelled and black. Moving forward, her eyes deepened, scanning at the label 'SUPER 49 GLOW STARS' and the caption printed, 'Create your own galaxy'.
With her sclera broadening and resembling a boiled egg, she screamed, 'starrrrssss', focusing Ayan and his black trimmed moustache. Moving his head up and down, Anashi nonplussed. 'Let's stick it on the ceiling today, no..no..no.., nowww', she fizzled. With apathy and passivity, Ayan gawped at his laptop and replied, 'Not now, on Sunday'. With foul mood and low spirits, she switched to her night outfit and stood on her bed to inspect her height. When she ferreted out that her vertically stretched hand doesn't touch the white ceiling, she power-walked to the adjoining room, dragged the folded blankets and in a heel-and-toe racing placed it on her bed.
Aligning it one above the other, and climbing on its top, and on stretching her right dusky-hand vertically up, she could make it to the ceiling. Slitting the package, she found four square sticker sheets consisting of many mini-stars, the Sun, the Moon, space rocket, Saturn and an alien and felt appalling about the existence of the Sun at night. Footing above the blankets, she shredded a star from a large square sheet and heaved her hand and stuck on the ceiling floor with a massive breath. After sticking tiny portion of the ceiling, she calibrated the blankets and started sticking on the ceiling unstuck. With heavy suspiring, she looked below, watching Ayan working at his laptop.
Anashi aimed for a love like in movies, where the hero and heroine run in slow motion and hugs, dancing with appealing steps, fondling with sweet chirps and fighting with kiddish swords. But her scenario was marked an exception. Gasping and puffing, with shoulder pains and low guts, she perched near Ayan. Ayan lifting his eyes to Anashi punched, ‘Move aside and rest your back, my laptop is costly, don’t descend on it’.
Imprecating some unknown, bemoaning her life and lamenting the Mangalsutra on her neck, she remained silent. When new couples targeted Maldives, Anashi aimed for the Botanical Garden nearby. When newlyweds aimed for couple charming dresses, Anashi and Ayan wore the damn opposite ones. When new couples die for Instagram snaps, Anashi and Ayan barely had three quality pictures. Eyeing her life, she remained mundane. Overanalysing and dilemmatic, she strolled to the kitchen.
With supper mild and heavy mind, she assembled her bed. Employed 18*5, Ayan caught his back pain, and slept aside Anashi. With lights off, a part of the ceiling glittered forming cute stars. After 20 minutes of his pause, Ayan muttered, ‘Hey babe, get up. Let’s complete the stars and then sleep’.
‘Whattt…?’, Anashi marvelled.
‘How come I will let my wife’s desire to recede?’
Anashi had no words and hoped of joy. With hugs and kisses, overthinking subsided, love succeeded and the stars glinted.
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