EPILOGUE

8:34 PM 10/2/2006

Here I sit today telling you the very end of the story that I never started to write.

When she heard those words rattle against every defence she had built for so many years, the realization clattered to the floor, she had been fooling herself. Wishing that she was not the cause of all the misery in his life. But standing with the purse in hand in his room she felt the horror she had meted out to him in these years.

He said that she could never create anything, even if she did she would eventually destroy it.

He said she had too many options, and her attempt to ride the waves with each foot on a different boat would hurt her at the end. Had she decided in which boat would she take the final ride?

He said she had obliterated him in one way 3 years ago and now she had obliterated him again in another way.

He said was she happy? Now what could he do for her? Bring her Tea, Coffee or Water? Would she like him to wash her feet?

He said Congratulations. He said Many many Happy returns of the day in advance cause i won't be there that time.

She did not say anything, anymore, everything was suddenly her fault, suddenly she felt like a murderer, a condemned enemy whose worst punishment could not be enough to penalise for the horrors she had committed. She let her tears well up cover her shame and abandonement of all virtues. She had turned into pure evil.

Suddenly, everything blacked out...Who has made her swear to tolerate all the insults, all the abuses? No one. She took it on her own, so why was she letting him make her feel small?
Her 'asexual' angel has once told her that she never stopped to see how much her words hurt others and that it was not always about her. She had stopped she had seen, felt and today she got it from his mouth that she had destroyed him.

And then it hit her like a wave, she had just avenged herself for all the pain she had to feel all these years.

Yes it was just that!

There was nothing more to feel guilty for, all her attempts had finally borne fruit. All those days she had prayed to be able to face him once and know how miserable he was without her and one day to be able to stand in front of him in his house and see him at her feet. They had all come true at a time she had least expected it. But it was there for her to see, he was grovelling in the dust she had vanquished her vanquisher. Her Angel was wrong.

Now all that remains are a few lost strands to tuck in.

Standing under the shower she let all her memories, pain, hurt, guilt wash away and she knew she had ultimately buried it all, the past and the hatered she had felt and stowed away somewhere.

She became aware of the truth in words like when your heart is truly broken and pained someone feels it, and the universe conjures a path imperceptably that leads you to the final release of all the pain.

She understood the meaning of the words revenge is a dish best served cold.

She saw the meaning of a woman's heart is deeper than an ocean.

She realised she did not have to do anything anymore....


Everthing was just right.