The nightly sojourn was a task I dreaded but had to continue doing so since my soul had not been liberated in the way it should have been. Sometimes I wish I would meet some DELOG on the way so that I can pass on the message to my relatives in the human realm about the truth of my death and my decayed remains waiting for proper cremation. May be it is this renewed wish but I find myself wandering with more enthusiasm now.
Just yesterday, not meeting any DELOG, I kept on walking to find myself standing in front of a house I had never seen before. I know eavesdropping is bad but a shy zombie like me can't help it if I overhear conversation while deliberating with my mind to enter or not into certain houses. Inside the couple seemed to be having a fight of their lifetime. "Give me my youthful days back," the woman shouted followed by a thud sound. She must have thrown something at her husband in her anger. "I'm not GOD, I can't return your youth," the husband retorted. "You came wagging your silly tongue promising me happiness for eternity, ETERNITY, hah!" the woman seemed to be spitting venom like she was some snake. "Speak up! What happened to that educated tongue of yours? The silver tongue! Come on!" was it some kind of a challenge? I continued listening but the husband seemed to have taken a backseat in the battle. "You come home drunk each night and I'm supposed to take it with a smile, aren't you ashamed of yourself? I sit at home, cooking for you and looking after your kids and all I get is…." She started sobbing uncontrollably. I really wanted to have a look at the look of that drunkard husband but the thick walls obstructed me from the view of the drama I was listening to. It's like listening to your favorite soap in a radio, you recognize the voices and the emotions yet there is that thirst for wanting to see the actors in action. "I don't want your kids, I don't want your home, just give me my youth back." Again I heard her ask for youth, maybe the husband should seriously think of buying a time machine so that he can fulfill what seemed to his all caring wife's only wish. Instead I heard the husband meekly say," But they are your kids too." So much for an argument I thought. "Enough! I can't take care of them anymore, not with you drunk all the time," she said in such dramatic voice I felt pity on that woman instantly. "But I earn…" he protested but couldn't complete as his wife cut him short," That's it! That's it! You feel just because I don't earn! Isn't it? I know you are seeing somebody who is also earning, isn't it?" She started beating her chest at least that is what it seemed like with that small thud, thud sound. "But don't you remember I was working in that resort when you met me? I was earning too. But you didn't want my delicate hands to do chores for strangers. Now those same delicate hands have lost its charms, isn't it?" Wow! Women surely can present their debates in clear defined points. A strange silence prevailed for sometime; I was scared thinking maybe both of them might have killed each other, otherwise why so silent? For the first time after turning zombie I dreaded the cockerel's timing, I didn't want dawn, not now; I wanted to listen to their argument right till the end. A soft laughter ensued from within, was I too sleepy to be hallucinating? "Sorry, sorry" I heard the husband say weakly. Another giggling, it was the wife who had forgotten all her demand for her youth to be returned with that single sorry from her husband. I knew the drama had come to an end; they were united for yet another day, until another 'drunken husband situation'. "Bah! Women and their assertiveness!" I thought and returned to my grave with another night of no action.
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