Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.
-Martin Luther King Jr
He himself in all his flesh and blood stood at her door, leaning over a tree trunk with his eternal, exasperating smirk.
For a moment or so they stood there looking at each other. Neither saying a word and while Devika did not know what to say, her husband was contemplating how to!
But soon enough Devika returned to her true mind, reminding herself how he had made her feel like a shabby insubstantial woman over and over again while he used her worse than an article. And now that her use was over, he had tossed her aside with no life line whatsoever!
'what are you doing here?' the words were on the tip of her tongue but she decided better than that and slammed the rickety wooden door
