She died last night. Oh yes, she is still trotting around, – look, there she goes, a book tucked under her arm! But she’s all ‘plastic’, if you know what I mean? Plastic smile, plastic memories! She died when she discovered that he was more ‘alive’ than he had ever been, while he was with her! “More alive”– that’s crappy stuff! How can someone be “more alive”? Well, she had never seen that look in his eyes, that piercing look that she spotted now, when he looked at her – the new girl in his life. That one look had killed her, had sapped her of love, life and if there is anything beyond them.
She died last night. Oh yes, she is still working her ass off! You would rarely find anybody else who slogs for such good many hours. Crisp words of praise are still coming her way. And she is smiling that plastic smile. It no longer reaches her eyes. Hollow eyes; bereft of dream and hope. She died when she found out that his arms were home to someone else now. She had always wanted to lose herself in his arms. To call it her home, she didn't have any other. But now they have sheltered somebody else and held her more tightly, than they had ever held her. That hug had somehow left her feeling cold, and the coldness won’t go away, no matter how many blankets she piled on.
She died last night. Oh yes, she still replies to all the texts and phone calls, and is as prompt as ever in getting back to you, if you leave a message for her. But the fingers and the lips move mechanically. Her brain prompts her, her heart is numb, and no, not comfortably numb! The numbness, at times, tampers with her facade, and then you get those blank stares that might leave you at a loss! She died when she discovered that he isn't coming back! No. No. A bit of spring cleaning, and he has thrown away the most useless part of his life – Her. That one revelation has slackened her grip on life. Her love for life has perhaps become extinct – there is nothing left of it.
She died last night. Are you coming to her funeral?
