It was a long, tiring, depressing day……..

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It was dowdy everywhere, people were jostled, confused, heckled. The bleak noisy surrounding was exacerbated by the interventional hullabaloo of the negotiators. She was standing under a huge pillar of the 400 year old heritage building. The sun stared fiercely, she was dripping inside. He was happy chatting with a friend, whom she didnot know. He drank tea, inspected the mundane surrounding, visited the museum where the historic trials of the freedom fighters were being held during colonialism. She was shocked to see him so carefree, so blithe, so indifferent, She doesnot want to use the term happy, it would shatter her. At about 2-30 pm, they were being called inside. It was pretty much like the ones we see on TV. A dais where the chief sat, two wooden cubicles on both his sides, little lower are the most ordinary chairs arranged in most efficient alignment! About 100 black cloaked people had their respective chairs, behind were the settees for the commoners. they went and sat there. The chief, with a velvety black, supremo apparel, started amidst pin drop silence, one by one the black cloaked placed and argued their says. The attendant hollered 107: 2007 and two black-cloaked men walked upto the dais. she and he stood onto the left wooden cubicle. After a few normal questionnaire, which, mostly, he answered with an eerie, untroubled heart. The man scribbled the testimonial and they were severed!! she drooped down with a bleeding within, shuffled down the long stairs with heavy legs and finally managed to reach the car all alone. she never had wanted this to happen, never. It was a long, tiring, depressing, demoralising day……. I am finally dissociated from my love. thank you all for listening to me.