An honour to be your wife..
Not every morning is beautiful to everyone, Not every sunrise brings peace and hope, not every window is meant to open and not every woman is meant to be a Queen. Veiling my tippet, I rush into the kitchen to prepare your breakfast. I bring you a cup of coffee and gently place a kiss on your head. As usual evrydays's story, you sass and pick a fight to brawl. Sometimes you push me away and I flinch in a haste. Reticence has made me quiet. I am entrapped in my own monotony. Some days are not so bad even. You pity me and bring me your favourite ice cream and I gulp it as though it's my favourite. I now know my off limits. My skin is getting pale bit by bit everyday dreadfully. People are making rumors about the whaming sound coming from our home. I reminisce the days, when you used to woo me and when you plead me to visit our favourite Beach. You used to burst into laugh if mistakenly I prounced a word wrong as I am not good in English. We had ample reasons of happiness. I...