I don't Wear Sunscreen by Kavipriya Moorthy Page A

and all that. “ This is how we
were Laksha, I fucked what we were, the moment I got to know that I
will wear this ID card the very next day, ”
I scolded myself and banged myself in the window’s bars.
    The phone rang, “Where are you
Pallavi?” he asked.
    “ On the way, will reach in
the next twenty minutes,” I told and cut the call.
    “ Husband
ended ” read the gray colored text when I
pressed the red button with the old received symbol.
“ Wow, too good to read
this ,” I felt.
    “ I know you were ill Laksha,
and I also know you will be fine pretty soon. I know that if I
break open the truth, it would break you down into chunks that
would have made it even harder for your revamping survival,” I
thought, as if am talking to her. I imagined talking to her on a
serene beach.
    “ I have made mistakes, and
have done only that,” I thought. “You’re good for nothing” I told
myself.
    “ But, I saved you from a
person who would have ditched you big time,” I smiled with pride,
but the price paid is high though.
    “ I don’t know, whether
meeting you would do any good. How can I ever tell you, that I
attended the phone call from Sai in Coimbatore? How will I ever
say, that I felt vulnerable and re-routed him to forget you giving
fake meaning to your character? How will I ever tell you, that I
was talking to him the whole night confusing him to forget you? How
will I ever, ever, ever tell you that I liked Sai and Prabhu are
not the same, but I lied, ” I was slapping
myself for every question that I kept asking myself.
    “ Did I just do all this to
get this blue tag around my neck? ” she
might think so. “ She will definitely feel
happy that I made it to get back the home from the debtors, when
she gets to know, but yeah, I ditched her for this reason as
well ” I thought and felt filthy.
    “ Velachery,” the conductor
raised his voice, and I swiftly distracted myself and walked down
the steps.
    I surfed to see if any Honda active
with a well dressed, tummy popping person is waiting for me,
turning back every few seconds. I did find him, and rushed, with a
smile, a faker one thought.
    “Hey Vasanth, how was your day?” I asked him.
    “ Good one Pall, hope it was
the same with you!” he told and raised to Vroom. He doesn’t like to
ask questions, I know. After all, it's been a year that I got
married to him. He found it difficult to balance and tripped upon a
stone, people around rushed and a few hands held me.
    “ Are you mad? With a
pregnant lady by your side, won’t you be careful,” I heard a few
voices from all around.
    “ Just lost balance,” he told
and took me home. I entered, left my handbag, and went straight to
the kitchen. “ I fucked my
life ,” the same sentence that I repeat from
day one.
    “ You need this, karma is a
bitch, get fucked you badass.” I heard my husband shouting from the
hall. I need not peep out, I know he was watching WWE, which I hate
it more than how much I hate him and the fucking life am leading
with him. That sentence he told, pricked me hard, yeah karma is a bloody bitch , I told myself.
    “ Am hungryyyyyy,” shouted
the guy sitting in padmasana on the bed, whom I married, as Sai
said on my face that he will no marry me and doesn’t have any idea
of marrying anyone else in his life. “yeah, coming,” I shouted and
crossed the kitched with dosas lined up one after the other with
the leftover Sambar. “Thanks!” he yelled and said again, “Come on,
hit him hard, oh yeah, baby…,” that pissed me off instantly, and
walked to the kitchen.
    “ Did I ever propose you? Or
ask Laksha did I ever propose her. No, I mean I am clear of what I
want, I hate marriage and had no idea about it,” that’s how Sai
spoke to me the last day when I asked him about our future plans.
The one incident that strikes me hard, whenever I pick any grocery
item from the slab which had the branded seal “ Sai .”
    “ Am clear, I am not looking
for any girl to get