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The mirror...

Fiki starred at the reflection in the mirror.. Kaalu had made for her in the earlier days of their marriage.. her face shone whitish pale in the lamp light set beside on the edge of window grill.. it's flame flickered in cold evening breeze.. Kaalu insisted to light up both oil lamps everyday before dark.. because of powercut.. the overhead electric bulb went off once in a while.. the lamps burned everyday through evening till midnight .. and he doused them after making love with her everynight.. he didn't like dark while during night .. he like to see her under bright light .. ever since he had once seen her accidentally.. once when the power cut during night had been remade.. the lamp had flashed bright suddenly putting the whole of room in brightness..

She had been mortified.. trying to cover herself..

Fiki: oh..

He didn't let her cover in shawls and later had developed a habbit of putting lamp on so much that he had made another lamp..

He was resting in front yard by figg tree..

Her heart fluttered as she heard him stand up and pull over his bedstead cot in the corridor and in to next room.. she moved away from mirror quickly.. he didn't like her muse before mirror.. as he had said once ..

Kaalu: don't waste time by mirror..

afterwards once he had seen her in light .. .. earlier he didn't say anything..but liked when she spent time in front mirror to make intricate hairstyle and design with colourful crimson and kajal .. she recollected .. painfully.. he had grown rude afterwards making her submissive forcefully by any means.. keeping lights on arguing that it was wise to keep a lamp on during night.. everyone was ..

Kaalu: all our neighbours keep a lamp on..

Fiki was confused as other houses were far away.. what a little chance that anyone would see that they didn't set light on.. she had argued..

Fiki: noone keep a lamp on all night .. besides they can't notice.. please keep an extra lamp alongside porch and tree..

He had become angry .. and loved her .. despite she cried..

He came in the room..

Kaalu: light up another lamp.. the power cut is about to be.. and why haven't you made bed set yet..?

She did. ... make bed mattress on floor as usual after lighting another lamp..

He undressed and loved ignoring her reluctance as always..

Kaalu: it's been a year since our marriage.. it seems you don't like me..

Fiki trembled in fear.. she didn't want to fight with him.. besides she liked him..

Fiki: please douse the lamps..

He did.. and hugged her lovingly..

Kaalu: i have to make another mirror for you..

She snuggled closer..





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