They had grieved him enough but the memory of him was still a fresh wound!

She would quietly work in the kitchen. He would sit in his armchair reading the everyday news and what was happening on the other side of the world. They rarely spoke to each other!

She thought he wouldn’t see her sadness if she kept herself busy in the kitchen. He thought she wouldn’t notice a tear roll down his cheek if he hid his face behind the newspaper.

When the incident had happened, they had watched the screen of their television fixatedly. The news would repeat itself over and over again. And then when that day actually transpired, their world was upside down.

“What is our world going to be like?” she would think.

This was another day of their life. The days were as per usual. Their schedule was still the same but they knew it was all different.

They sat there, drinking their evening tea in silence. But to his own surprise, he spoke.

He – “Between the ‘what ifs’ and ‘should haves’ we all lost a loved one.”

She sipped her tea, still in silence.

He – “‘What if he isn’t all that we think he is?’, ‘what if he would actually do us good?’, ‘what if he is the right choice?’ I regret having convinced myself with these questions. If only I would’ve tried changing things a little…

She – “It’s over now. We can’t do anything about it.”

He – “I will make sure this never happens again. I will vote for the right candidate next time. We lost a loved one and in his place is someone the world collectively hates. I don’t know how he won. He must’ve played his ‘trump’ card.”



Author: Zainab Haji

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