Story of 'Her'

(Fiction: An excerpt from one of my short story.)

"What's her share in his success?"

She sat pondering as if trying to find the missing link in a puzzle. Life seemed to be like a mosaic — beautiful yet difficult to understand. The beautiful patterns lure the innocent eyes but only the mind knows that it’s an illusion of a shape which in reality doesn’t exist. Her life resembled the multicolored mosaic — spread out as a beautiful pattern but with no meaning at all. She had everything, except an identity of her own.

Her secondary role in the house never troubled her. She enjoyed the family life and was always happy of the fact that she doesn’t have to struggle to earn her livelihood. She cherished the quite afternoons when she lazed on the bed reading an interesting novel and loved the quite evenings when she gazed at the colourful sky fading into darkness. The life in her sweet cocoon had been bliss and she had never made an attempt to spread her wings. But, she thought, her self imposed restrictions never gave her chance to explore her own world. Ever since her marriage, she had believed that her happiness lies in the success of her husband. She was firm that his success will never demean her. But she was wrong. What she believed till now was a fallacy. She had failed to perceive the growing weakness in her. Her selfless devotion was a mirage. It was just a silent attempt for acceptance. Now when her husband flaunted the glory of his success, she felt angry and jealous of him. She wanted her share in his success but she knew it was all his; she was merely a catalyst in his upward journey.

She was nothing but her husband's devoted wife.

Love is like a crystal ball. It leaves you spellbound by casting beautiful illusions but the moment there is a crack, it fails to charm you.