‘Why is it always your wishes that count Shikha, why don’t you ever consider my feelings’, Aryan said.
What about me, just when my career is taking off….’, I retorted.
This has been a regular now in our home, this blame game.
He wants to start a family, I do not
We walk in silence to our respective cars when Aryan nudges me to see a family of stray dogs.
The mother licks her babies and feeds them. A puppy shivers, she snuggled closer.
‘Their father is not around but still see how she cares’, he said.
‘I want to have such a family Shikha, a family to cherish, a family to bond, a family to care for, am I wrong in asking for that’, he said with tears in his eyes.
And I understood.
Written for festival of words at write tribe. Today’s prompt is to write a fiction in just 9 sentences