Imposter

"Why do you not resist?" Chided Sarla.

"Anita di is my elder sister, my guardian since mother passed away in our childhood" he replied to his wife in a low, nervous tone .

"I am not asking you to start a fight, just that you should speak up to put your point across".

Having said this Sarla kept away the towel she was folding and sat down beside him, "Where will we go from here? Do we have any other place to live?" 

He gave her an empty look filled with disappointment and helplessness, then bowed down his head.

Anita, his elder sister had been persuing him to leave the ancestral house and live elsewhere, her family was growing and the house seemed to shrink. He had been ordered multiple times by her to comply until yesterday when matters escalated to a level beyond his control.

That night as his wife and two children fell asleep, he lay staring at the ceiling.
'Where will we go if Anita di persists, perhaps next time we would be driven out from here, how much time do we have before this happens, how will I bear this sight in front of people?'

He got up, rubbed the back of his neck as his feet searched in the dark for slippers.

He felt an 'All pin' pass through his heart and soon the pain grew exponentially.

Next morning, amongst the crowd around the cot that had him on it lifeless, Sarla lay unconcious unable to bear the immense greif.

Beside the cot, on a chair sat Anita di making sure everyone saw her weeping, howling and screaming "Why did you leave me? Did you not realize what would I do without you?" ●