a short story I am waiting for.....................
The clock hanging in off white colored wall said its five.The same was said by the right bottomed clock on the desktop of Sandhya"s office computer.The time for which most of the people, who curse the same clock at nine a.m are the waiting for.But now a days 5.00 pm does not excite Sandhya.
Sandhya remembered the day when she would wait for 5.00 pm.She would finish her office work,catch the 5.56 local ,reach her place,cook for her husband and children,have a talk with them then sleep and the next day the same schedule.

Sandhya now felt that those were the wonderful days in her life.She slowly offs her office.Boards the 6.30 ladies local.She buys bread.Reaches home.She feels her home walls are crying for something.Sofas are waiting for some one.The silent air is shouting "why are u back there is no one waiting for u?".

She laid on the sofa thinking of the past.
Sandhya"s husband Sooraj said good bye after having an affair with leukemia.Sooraj always hid this relationship from Sandhya ,Arvind his son and Payal his daughter.When Sandhya knew about this, god had already divorced their relationship.

Arvind was fifteen,payal was ten.This was the most difficult phase in Sandhya"s life.Her driving force were her children.
Today arvind is a general manager at a reputed firm in London
Payal is mother of a beautiful princess.She lives with her husband.
Sooraj"s memory did allow her for london.

Sandhya answers to to the shouting silence" where else do i go.I am waiting for my grand daughter to play with me and i am waiting for the day my husband will come back and take me to the place where he stays"