Long time, I know, as a good friend asked…, “Isn’t it time, you resurrect?”
Now I am back.
So, I am writing about assaults. Mental ones are talked about. This one is physical.
For no reason, because Bubbles told him not to peel onions. She would have done it herself. She loved cooking, and she did her love with at most interest.
Bubbles scolded him; she doesn’t like him too drunk. Bubbles doesn’t like when he blabbers after too many drinks. Bubbles knew it was only beer. But still she didn’t like it…
He sulked, expecting a hug. Bubbles walked out of the kitchen with the peeled onions to cut them…to the one room of their home, to the computer turned TV…to the west indies Vs India match…not that she understood cricket, but she was willing to like it, for his sake…and his friend’s….
He came out of the kitchen, and on his way to the bathroom, he caught the smile on Bubbles lips!
As if seized by some beast, he sat on her shoulders…Bubbles hadn’t expected it! Bubbles cried…! It was hurting her…her bones, her stomach, everything seemed to crush under his weight! Bubbles screamed…then she cried…
He was over 85 kgs…and she was a puny creature compared to him…
The bones in Bubbles body are still cracking and her right leg feels weak…Can bubbles call it assault?
It was onions…only onions and a smile, which he loved…that is only what Bubbles did!
Epilogue: He apologised to Bubbles, then sometime at night, in his unconscious self, he was mumbling loudly, Bubbles told him that she wanted to sleep...he tossed her into a ball, she kicked him everywhere for defence...he hooked her in his hands, spit on the wall and screamed at her. Bubbles got scared and moved to a corner of the room. She slept there till he called her aside. Bubbles went to him, but got up and roamed around the room...
His snores kept her awake for long...Bubbles cried herself to sleep...
Now I am back.
So, I am writing about assaults. Mental ones are talked about. This one is physical.
For no reason, because Bubbles told him not to peel onions. She would have done it herself. She loved cooking, and she did her love with at most interest.
Bubbles scolded him; she doesn’t like him too drunk. Bubbles doesn’t like when he blabbers after too many drinks. Bubbles knew it was only beer. But still she didn’t like it…
He sulked, expecting a hug. Bubbles walked out of the kitchen with the peeled onions to cut them…to the one room of their home, to the computer turned TV…to the west indies Vs India match…not that she understood cricket, but she was willing to like it, for his sake…and his friend’s….
He came out of the kitchen, and on his way to the bathroom, he caught the smile on Bubbles lips!
As if seized by some beast, he sat on her shoulders…Bubbles hadn’t expected it! Bubbles cried…! It was hurting her…her bones, her stomach, everything seemed to crush under his weight! Bubbles screamed…then she cried…
He was over 85 kgs…and she was a puny creature compared to him…
The bones in Bubbles body are still cracking and her right leg feels weak…Can bubbles call it assault?
It was onions…only onions and a smile, which he loved…that is only what Bubbles did!
Epilogue: He apologised to Bubbles, then sometime at night, in his unconscious self, he was mumbling loudly, Bubbles told him that she wanted to sleep...he tossed her into a ball, she kicked him everywhere for defence...he hooked her in his hands, spit on the wall and screamed at her. Bubbles got scared and moved to a corner of the room. She slept there till he called her aside. Bubbles went to him, but got up and roamed around the room...
His snores kept her awake for long...Bubbles cried herself to sleep...
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