Exactly 50 days back I had seen him happy as he had always been. Sadness, despair, cuts and blood, my son had never seen. He lied every time he said those cuts were because of playing in the park.

It all started long back but didn't stay much longer. My world too got colours, and I was sliding down the rainbows. I was counting my ages in her. My lungs inflated with felicity. I regretted calling

It was nothing out of the ordinary. The two of us were cuddled up in front of the screen in his TV room. But something seemed different that day. Special, even. I couldn't concentrate on the movie or anything