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 remembered the day when we happily married and especially the night we sealed the deal. I could feel the mayhem in air. I felt so hapless seeing your dubious expressions questioning about my purity. I tapped the situation go into my favour but I couldn't. And a vicious circle of my affliction kicked off.

Things seemed back on the track but you never loved me the way you used to. I am tired of being just a corpse. My attempts go all in pot.

But I try, I try to regain your trust everyday and I will one day. One day you will stop your pretence of being rude. One day you will forgo carrying my past in your thoughts. One day you will be mild again. One day again you will give me an honour, the honour of being your wife.

The honour of being your wife..