“My wife thinks our marriage is like the tail of a comet,” Som commented, “do you know what is a comet?” Sam was surprised by the question, and he did not know anything about a comet. He did not think Som knew either.
“a comet is an object circulating in outer space that has a brignt head and a long tail of gas and debris,” Som flashed a picture on his mobile phone and said, “a comet shines in the reflected light of sun,”
Friends were chatting in a pub after work. Som did not want to go home to his wife. Sam had no place to go. The thought of going back to his apartment, he tried to delay.
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Som Prakash Chauhan and Samsher Singh have become friends. Both are new trainees. Both are new to the big city. Both hail from the same state of North India. They gelled. Only difference was their social status. Som belonged to land owning family with a lot of political clout. Samsher did not have much to brag about his family. But in the melting pot of a big city, social status of Rajashtan did not matter.
Som recently married a girl from another moneyed family, with a lot of fanfare. Many influential politicians attended the marriage and blessed the newly weds, because together, bride and groom’s families represented a great deal of muscle, money and political power.
Sam was curious with so much influence, why Som has joined a low ranking job of a trainee police man? “We have money, we have muslce, we want to have a connection in the police,” said Som with conviction, “my job is more of a prestige in my village than a job.”
“You married the girl your family chose!” Sam asked sipping his drink.
“Yes our families got married, but my wife and me do not get along,” answered Som.
“my wife thinks, like a comet, I glow in the reflected glory of my father and father in law,” Som complained bitterly, “my drinking and womanising habits only adding to the long gassy tail of comet.”
“You go to other women?”
“Which man does not have an affair, brother?’
Sam was not sure what to say at this moment. He simply listened and nodded.
“My wife is right in a way,” said Som thoughtfully, “but coming from a woman, I feel like putting a gun to my head and pulling the trigger, not before strangling her with my hands.”
Samsher hoped Som Prakash did not do anything foolish. Because at the end of the day, as his father said, “it is easy to die and difficult to live. A cactus plant grows under extreme sun and very little water, yet it remains green. As if, cactus is telling the world, “throw whatever you have at me, I shall not bend.”
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