Random nothings!

After packing off her 5-year-old son, Akul to school, Ria sat down with her morning cuppa and a writing pad. She started off with "Dear Adi" and paused, her eyes brimmed with tears, drops which fell on the paper. Last week, again the argument had gone out of bounds, she looked at her arm, the marks were still there as proof of the violent fight that ensued between them. Yesterday was her 8th anniversary, Aditya was obviously reeling under the guilt of having hit her, his rough, dry hands left marks on her face and arm. She covered up saying, that it was an allergy caused by a new cream. She covered her arms with tops with long sleeves. She had had enough of this marriage. She wanted to part ways, go away, start a new life. Being financially independent helped. Thank God, she didn't quit her job after Akul was born, her company gave her the flexibility to work from home, a reward for her loyalty for sticking around in the organization. There was a flurry of emotions, she c