1. to the Johannesburg
“You don’t want to see me alive, do you??” she demanded an answer, gouging out incessantly entering the gate. I was sitting beside her, driving the car and wondering weather I did something wrong in my life, Am I troubling her? Or is she?
Were we still sailing on flotsam remains of wreckage?
“I’d die to see you alive” I answered on the grounds of impetus.
“Then for god-sake get me out of here, you moron; I don’t want to die here!” she yelled on my face, smacking the perfume on to the ground. It broke into pieces, as many as our lives were torn into. The doors where open and no sound came from inside as we stopped before the door. I expected Chamu to show up, but she did not turn up! Where was she? I wondered but dared not to utter a word with her. We barged in to check if anyone was there,
“Where is Chamu?” she asked
“She must be back to her place”
“Back? Ask Collin”. I searched for him everywhere. He was not there!
He said that he’d definitely be back in an hour, it’s been three hours. Huh!
“He isn’t back” I replied in a low voice. Her face grew red and gave out her regular soundings
“I’m leaving this horrid place now! Are you coming with me?”
“You look so beautiful frenzied” I tried to persuade her
“It’s a govt. job sweetheart, I can’t come” I said looking straight into her eyes. I took her hands on mine trying to ease her frustration. She hit me on the hands and pushing me aside,
“Fine stay here; I’m on my way” she said dragging all the clothes from the upper rack of the cupboard and threw them on the bed; I stood there staring there agape at the huge mass of clothes piped over the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“I am leaving from this place, can’t you see it?” she asked
