THE BLISSFUL SILENCE - #WRITEAPAGEADAY #BLOGCHATTER

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“Will you please tell her to keep out of our lives? How dare she come between us?”

Anu was at the end of her tether. She and Madhav had been happily married till she came along, with her lilting voice and persuasive ways. Now, they could not spend a moment together without her.

Madhav gazed at his wife indulgently. “Come on, Anu, just let her be. She is not the kind to cause any friction between us.”

Anu snorted. “She is around all the time… she gets on my nerves. I really don’t want her around. We can’t even go for a drive alone without her constant prattle!”

“She’s not that bad,” protested Madhav. “She does help us most of the time, doesn’t she?”

“She doesn’t stop talking. She thinks that she is the cat’s whiskers. How dare she interrupt us all the time?” She paused, and the frown on her forehead deepened. “I can’t stand the way she speaks, as though she is a walking encyclopaedia. And her pronunciation is all wrong!”

Madhav opened the refrigerator and took out a cold bottle of water. He poured it into a tall glass and offered to his wife, hoping that it would cool her off.

“Did you think any more about the new television that we should pick up?” he asked, hoping to calm her down.

Before she could reply, there came the voice of the know-all again.

“The best television sets are available at the Reliance Digital showrooms. They cost…!”

Anu lost her temper and banged the glass down abruptly.

“There she goes again! If she does not pipe down, I will go mad!” She turned around, ready to flounce out of the room, when Madhav caught hold of her hand.

“Come and sit down. I promise to talk to her.”

As Anu sat down on the sofa sulkily, Madhav raised his voice.

“Alexa, shut down immediately, please!”

The silence that followed was blissful.

I am participating in the February #Blogchatter #WriteAPageADay challenge.

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