Wishful Thinking
As the morning sun sneaks into Dr Viraaj’s plush bedroom, he snatches the remote to draw the curtains lest Stuti should be woken; she loves to sleep through the winter mornings. Viraaj glances at her lovely face –amidst the bolsters, takes his Cashmere wrap and meanders to the garden. He sits in the garden chair, ruminating –"Should I be held guilty of abruptly replacing Kavita’s 19 years of care and concern with Stuti’s half a year of youthful love?" When Kavita died three years back, Viraaj was left wading, unmindfully, through the mess of his life. By the end of that year, as if from nowhere, Stuti’s audacious decision to marry him came across. Viraaj and Stuti were the talk of the town for weeks that followed. The ‘Page-3’ folks of the city indicted Viraaj of lechery –for marrying a girl almost his daughter’s age. The ‘Kitty Party’ and ‘Beauty Saloon’ gossip alleged Stuti to be an opportunist bitch. But, both of them ignored the shit and worked on straightening their new