Aye you always have a choice she said as Naina cooked
“You always have a choice.” Naina cooked silently in the kitchen; her sore body creaming to stop and rest.
Ramesh, like everyday, had returned in a drunken state yesterday.
One more time, it happened.
She mutely let Ramesh pour out his fury on her. She survived – to become his punching bag one more time.
She didn’t drift from him since last five years. It had made her strong. Strong enough to find an answer.
She served the breakfast to Ramesh, who was now sober, watching television.
He died that day.
“Aye, you always have a choice.”