It was mid-day and I was immersed in reading โ€œThe Fountain Headโ€ by Ayn Rand (which I started reading couple of days back).

As I read, my mind was constantly wavering to remember a quote by her which I came across sometime back. It was diverting my focus, so, without wasting a moment, I turned to Google for help. I usually turn up to a friend of mine (who is a great admirer of Ayn Randโ€™s work) asking for help but he is busy and non-responsive since few days now, so turned to Google instead!

As I was searching with a memory of very few words from that quote, I stumbled up on thisโ€ฆ

โ€œIt is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriagesโ€

– Friedrich Nietzsche

It made me think about the troubled position a loved one is in now-a-days and how life is falling apart for them. I can say that, this quote literally forced me to think about relationships in general.

As I was immersed in thoughts, this idea of writing a story applying words of Friedrich Nietzsche in life just popped in my mind…! So here it goesโ€ฆ.


It was 8 in the morningโ€ฆand alarm was snoozing for the 10th time by nowโ€ฆ!

Radha slowly opened her eyes and looked at phone to snooze the alarm once againโ€ฆ

โ€œOMG!โ€  Her reaction on seeing the time..! It was past 8 already.

โ€œAh! How am I going to complete everything before I leaveโ€ฆ?โ€ Those were her thoughts as she slipped into her slippers and rushed towards washroom to freshen upโ€ฆ

There was party yesterday at their place and she was tired and lazy to do the cleaning other night and thought of completing it in the morning.

Today was very important to her as she was going to re-start her career after a long gap of 2 years. Gap she willingly took to spend more time with her new-born daughter. She worked hard to clear the interview as it was a challenge to keep track on new technologies and update her skills in-time! All this she had to do simultaneously while she took care of her daughter which is indeed a tough job.

Her otherwise quick footsteps, slowed down as she entered their living room. Everything was neat and tidy. House seemed clean and fresh, she did not even recover from that surprise that an aromatic smell from kitchen caught her attention! She peeped into the kitchen and there was Suyash in the kitchen, her loving husband, who hadnโ€™t noticed her and was busy preparing breakfast. His hands were moving quickly with an ease like a master chef accompanied by his infamous humming.

Suyash always had an interest in cooking but itโ€™s been 2 years now that Radha hadnโ€™t allowed him to put-in his additional effort in kitchen. She always thought that โ€œHe is the only person working hard to help this family meet the ends of the day; I should make it as comfortable as possible when he is back from work!โ€

Suyashโ€™s humming stopped abruptly as he noticed Radha quietly standing behind him with tears rolling down her cheeks but with that infectious smile on her face; That Smile is one thing which Suyash loved a lot. Her smile had always managed to make him go crazy!

โ€œHoney! You know I do not like to see tears in your eyesโ€ he said as they both hugged!

He wanted everything to be perfect today, as she was about to start her career again by joining in a very reputed MNC. The party he hosted other night was also to celebrate his wifeโ€™s new beginning.

As he served her favorite breakfast which was a cheese omelet, he said โ€œJaan, donโ€™t you worry about the work at home, I will sort that out with help of Ratnammaโ€ฆand also will take care of Riya. You just enjoy your dayโ€ฆโ€

Radha smiled at him, remembering Suyashโ€™s words from one of their conversationโ€™s before marriageโ€ฆ

โ€œI want to be your friend first more than a partnerโ€ฆ!โ€

“He knows me well!” she thought…
 


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