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She looked outside her window. The night looked pleasant and calm, unlike her mind, which was brewing a storm with every passing second.
She wanted to be calm like that night – branches of trees gently swaying along with the breeze, flowers nodding along half-asleep, even the air smelled fresh and peaceful.

If only she could be at peace like that! But today no peace offerings were going to pacify her. Broken promises left a sad trail of scars on her mind. Once again, her beloved husband had broken his promise and thereby broke her heart for the umpteenth time.

Why can’t he throw his socks into the hamper instead of stuffing it under the bed? Such a simple request treated with such callousness deserved no kindness of her heart.

Disclaimer: Though this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely intentional. 🙂

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This fiction is written as part of the #WordsMatter bloghop organized by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul where 47 of us are coming together to share our musings on the prompt ‘Outside my Window’. I received this tag from Suchita Agarwal at tales of Suchita and it’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Ruchi at The Vagabond.

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