Mr. Desai’s wife (Short story ) (2 minute read)

MR. Desai used to leave in the same apartment at the same floor, in fact besides my room .He was 40 years old, a man with white complexion having curly black hair .I never met with him, may be due to lack of time or maybe I never took an initiative or he never approached, whatever, we were still strangers to each other.

We both were office goer i.e. leaving our home almost one after another and reaching to home at late night. 

He was a very happy living man who loves his wife too much.  I never ever heard  them quarreling to each other , but  sometimes I heard scolding his wife ,it was very rare and that "too" was in the interest of that lady. He was always talking with her , telling her the details of the whole day .She was so lucky that she got a man  like him  who cares a lot .

I was listening to this conversation for approax 6 months .I was new to this apartment in comparison with Mr. Desai, but enjoying them as a neighouber since beginning.

One night at the time of dinner, he shouted in a high pitch on his wife, it was a very unusual behavior of him, but there was no reaction of her, she was quite . She didn't  say anything though Mr Desai was literally yelling at her.  All of a sudden I realized that I never heard her wife’s voice since I came to live in the apartment, in fact I have never bothered. 

Next morning I went to the guard and asked about him, he told me that that man was never married .I was shocked and got frightened after listening to him. It was total creepy. A man who was talking alone in the house was residing besides my flat. 

 That very day in the evening I decided to go to Mr. Desai’s flat. I rang the bell for 10 times then he opened the door .I saw him for the first time , a middle aged man .He was looking a bit tense, because I knocked his door  for the first time since I owned this appartment. 

“Hello! Mr. Desai, I am your neighbour (I smiled and pointed at my flat ) I need some sugar,  actually yesterday I forget to bought from the market , will you please, give me”. He moved to the kitchen without speaking a single word. The house seemed to me very quite. Only few furniture were visible from the gate.  I entered my half of the body in the room and started searching his wife as if she had been hiding for me . He comes to me with a teaspoonful of sugar.

“ Thanks for the sugar Mr. Desai where’s your wife, won’t you like to introduce with me ’’.

 He looked at me very deeply; I could feel his eyes on my face .It was very weird. He didn’t speak just raised his index finger in the corner .There was a 5 foot rubber doll of a girl wearing just a few clothes on her body. 

Author: Satyam kirti