Coincidence!

The line of her favorite tune, “We’ll both forget the breeze most of the time,”kept coming back to her. Deepa felt happy this special morning. Deepa and Deepak met on this day for the first time. Deepa is sensing of late Deepak is no longer in the marriage.

To night, Deepa wanted to surprise Deepak. She has urged Deepak to come home on time. Dinner table is set with flower and candles. She has ordered special dinner to be home delivered. Favorite song of the couple “We’ll both forget the breeze most of the time” is ready to be played on the music system.

Sohini was waiting for a Deepak’s call. Deepak has promised to inform his wife about Sohini. Sohini and Deepak came close to each other while working on projects. Deepak’s phone was switched off.

Must be busy breaking the news to his wife,”

thought Sohini as she asked Alexa to play Blower’s Daughter by Damien Rice. The song brings her close to Deepak.

Deepak was sitting in his office. Torn between wife and girl friend, Deepak did not go home, instead he went for his Valium.

Madam, this is HR manager; Please come to office, I have sent a cab,” a phone call woke Deepa up.

Deepak lay slouched, with an open bottle of Valium, on his desk. Police has been informed. Sohini, Deepak’s boss, was standing nearby.

Strange!” wondered Deepa, “Deepak and I met for the first and last time on the same date.

Word Count: 249

This post is written as part of# TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya . More articles on the post may be found here.

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