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(A short Story) "Sudoku" Life

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افتراضي (A short Story) "Sudoku" Life

Sarada woke up at about five. It's her daily routine. Even when "Arosh" is sober, he kicks Sarada out of the bed. She has stopped thinking about the uncontrollable while ago. Her uncombed hair smelled liquor. It's the wedding gift that Arosh presents mostly every Friday.

"Come to bed "Wesi"

Her loving husband is so caring, she has nothing to do on the bed. Sarda closes her eyes & going on her own journey. Heavy breaths, liquor smell, left over tiny food pieces doesn't matter to her. It's her own journey.

Some times she becomes "Rapunsel".

She had black thick hair when she was about 18 years old. Sarda remembers the day, when she won the first place of "Kurukulawa Awurudu Kumariya" award. Sarda was a "Nambara getissi". Hooch drinkers used to follow her on push bicycles. "Äh nangi, we are the owners of buds that blooms on our flower beds" Rowdies, always tormented her. When the time passed by she gets used to it.

"Out of the bed "Wesi"

Her Rapunsel journey is over.

"Risith did you pack the lunch box"

"Yes, amma"

""Hurry boy School van is there, look Ransika is waving go go hurry"

Risith worshipped sarda & ran in to the school van. Risith is her only hope, like the tiny thread to hang on. He has the eyes of young Arosh. Sarda remembers that handsome, cheerful, stud like figure. Sarda is about five four in height. Arosh was a seven foot basket ball player. Thomian color winner. Arosh was the one who asked to marry her. They have not had a proper love life before the marriage. Arosh came to meet her parents & asked for her hand. Sarda also haven't had any issues to regret or refuse Arosh. He was a famous lad among girls.

Time passed by, Arosh joined a night club as a bartender. Night life was his favorite. Staying long hours without sleep, microwaved foods, mopping the puked floor, baring the lipstic marks on his neck & cheacks. Sarda started to gets used to it.

Scolding & harassment started after the Risith's birth. She had to take care of her son. Also Arosh's son. Arosh just expected the same treatments in the house & on the bed. Having a months old child with C-section stiches. She had to bear it all. It was hell.

There she started to going her own journey while Arosh eats the soul & flesh.

For Sarda life is like a Sudoku puzzle. She does not know when & where all these things started. How to cope with all this. Also how to solve the puzzled life.

"Yannam, menika"

Arosh kissed her cheek & left. He may carry the scrambled egg & Slice of sandwiches to eat. Last night he just fell & sleep.

"Ärosh did you, eat"

"It's fine Saru i have packed"

Sarda stayed still till the rumbled pulsar bike disappear. Uncombed hair & messed up head has to be *******ed.

"Come biffy, come boy"

She just experienced a moment of pure joy with her loyal puppy.

Arosh has left his saron near the bed. Couldn't tell the actual smell but still smelled like the beloved Arosh she hypnotized years ago.

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