The Mind Games
by Navatha Rakeesh
The A-Class 170 swirled through to the end of the motorway and set-off towards the beautiful and picturesque little village of Ambleside. The views were breathtaking; the mountains rose and fell not so far away; greenery spread across to the horizons; sheep appeared as cute woolly buttons stuck to the grass; the curves and bends of the B-road were playing hide & seek with the nature's beautiful aura. Lake Windermere was shimmering with glow, inviting the young couple with open arms. A surprising number of pedestrians flooded the pavements. Little girls adorned with angelic smiles and colorful dresses seemed like butterflies in disguise. In fact, it appeared as though, nature's beauty brought-forth the best in everyone.
Conversely, Sheetal gasped, she leaned back into the passenger seat and closed her eyes. She could not believe herself; she had an unfortunate curse, which would not let her enjoy this un-ending beauty. How she wished, he had understood her better. As the same dirty picture flashed in front of her again and again, she flinched. Her mind played the devil with her and tortured her to death.
She insisted, she would finish the dirty pile of dishes, before they started off this morning. Poor Atul had only intended to miss the rush-hour traffic. If only, he knew his wife's compulsion for cleaning-up; he would have preferred getting stuck in the traffic, for a couple of hours, than to foil a beautiful weekend at the lakes.