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Issue 12 - Fear<br />
Not Everything is Dead<br />
After our son turned<br />
four, my wife and I<br />
started distancing<br />
ourselves from each<br />
other. Irritation built<br />
on petty things, which<br />
turned finally turned<br />
to aggression. I was<br />
slowly nearing myself<br />
to the path of an alcoholic<br />
and I was done<br />
with her. She wanted<br />
freedom, and I, being a dominating<br />
man, wouldn’t let her be. We fought<br />
daily, be it me coming home late or her<br />
not cooking up to my expectations. I did<br />
not want to be with her anymore just<br />
like she did not want to be with me.<br />
Our son, was in preschool and like<br />
every other child, was innocent. There<br />
were times when he saw us fight like a<br />
snake and a mongoose, me being the<br />
mongoose, obviously. He just went into<br />
his room, slammed the door shut and<br />
we never bothered to check onto him.<br />
One night, while I was laying beside my<br />
wife, hearing her soft snores, I decided<br />
to finally end everything. Yes, I had decided<br />
to kill her. I got out of the sheets,<br />
walked to her side, put my hand on her<br />
mouth and started choking her. She<br />
whimpered and started gasping for air,<br />
but as I was stronger than her, I held<br />
onto my grip on her throat. Finally,<br />
after a while, which seemed like a decade,<br />
she stopped moving. Her widened<br />
eyes lay there, staring at the ceiling. She<br />
stopped breathing and was dead.<br />
I picked her body up and lay it on the<br />
floor. I walked to the backyard and<br />
Not<br />
Everything<br />
is Dead<br />
Ivana Dutta<br />
started digging with a<br />
shovel. When I had dug<br />
enough, I walked back<br />
into our bedroom, picked<br />
her lifeless body up and<br />
tossed her into the grave.<br />
I covered her body back<br />
with mud as she lay under<br />
the Earth.<br />
I walked back into the<br />
bedroom, closed the doors<br />
and windows and had a<br />
long shower. I couldn’t believe that she<br />
was actually out of my life once and for<br />
all. The only thing that made me afraid<br />
was our son. He would ask the next day<br />
where his mother was. I had to think<br />
of something to tell him that she would<br />
never come back.<br />
But surprisingly, days passed, but he<br />
never asked for his mother. I was confused<br />
but also happy at the same time<br />
that I did not have to face the guilt anymore.<br />
Until one day, he asked something<br />
to me, which left me horrified.<br />
He asked, “Daddy, why are you car Editor:<br />
Let’s begin with a short introduction.<br />
Tell us a little about yourself.<br />
Aishwarya: I’m a passionate writer who<br />
pens down my thoughts and gives my<br />
two cents in topics that interest me.<br />
Apart from writing poems, music blogs,<br />
and articles, I spend my quality time<br />
in painting and doing art forms. I’m an<br />
occasional shutterbug, book aficionado,<br />
music maniac, and enthusiastic learner,<br />
and above all—a proud jack of few<br />
trades.<br />
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