zaat e aurat...

... theirs was a dead relationship,  she placed  the soup bowl  on the side table  as he lay weak and limp on the bed, she  looked at him  , his eyes were shut,  , she waved her right hand before him,   quickly his eyes flew open and he caught her hand,  ,  what all showed in his  sleepy eyes only she  could interpret  clearly,  but she no longer  was eager to know what all was  suppressed or expressed  in his eyes, , she was no more interested in his words and activities,  after all  theirs was a dead relationship  still loosely  attached to a flimsy  string of breaths 

He asked her to  feed him  the soup , his eyes  flooding with emotions,  , she sat down  listless by  his side on the edge of the cot stirring the soup in the bowl  with a spoon  lifeless, 

A sudden desire  crossed her unhappy mind  to say something sweet,  something  soothing  in a honey tone but couldn't  muster enough courage  and tge soup was finished,  picking up the empty soup bowl she left the room  with a blank expressionless face 

She scowled and scolded herself  for  getting crazy , he thought  desires are desires for  they remain unfulfilled