The Wall
The door bell rang. Radhika put her two year old daughter on the sofa from her lap to attend to the door. “Vidit, what took you so long?” “Finding a house isn’t as easy as cooking or tending to kids.” Vidit’s irritation did not hide his anger at himself, than his wife. It was third consecutive week, when he went house hunting to relocate from his high rental tenancy to a place that would not eat too much into his monthly income and savings. After dinner, he followed his two kids to the bed and they prayed together, while Radhika cleaned the kitchen and filled the bottles with water from the water-purifier. When she returned to the bedroom, the kids were already asleep and Vidit lay in bed staring blankly at the ceiling fan. She sat beside Vidit. “Why can’t we look at a 1-BHK?” Vidit slowly put his arm around his head, covering his eyes; he neither offered a response, ...