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No one would ever know what his closed lips said.
‘I am trying my best sweetheart. You will see everything will be fine’, he tried to get her around.
He was talking to the boundless water empire in the most inaudible sound. Perhaps this water knew well what his blank vision wanted to tell her. Perhaps for this reason this empire of only water wanted to mock at him, in languages unbearable to the flesh and blood of that kind.
He wanted to ask, ‘how could you be so merciless? How?’
He said to her, ‘I love you so much! You have no regards! How?’
‘The salinity of this water is also because I sweat, I bathe, I shiver over you from dawn to dusk’, the man told the sea. His lips were not trembling though. Neither did any sound emerge.
The man looked too beaten. Looked like he had lost every battle of life, he looked pathetic.
‘We’ve sold everything. What else do we have to sell beside the hearth?’ she yelled at her husband last night.
‘Why this?’ Perhaps he cursed the heaven by holding his eyes straight into the sky. The blazing sun overhead. As if he wanted to look into the eyes of the fireball, no matter he had his mundane eyes burnt out.
‘You don’t care about your family at all, do you? If you did, you would have stopped trying your luck with the sea any more. You don’t see your wife and daughter wear dirty, shabby clothes, do you? You do not see your daughter not going to school for months. You don’t even see the mother of your little daughter work long days in the houses of the rich fishermen like a bondmaid and your kid growing up so uncared, unattended. Doesn’t bother you, doesn’t touch you’.
He was not being able to sit. He was brainless to think right or wrong.
He was getting mad about going into the sea. He was dropping his head between his knees, lifting it up and again dropping and lifting. He began to look around, aimlessly. Then he pulled his hair hard in two hands. His face creased, eyes closed and his mouth opened up to show his whitish teeth and brownish tongue. He was in pain.
‘Once I was so dear to you. You do not even care for how old I am now’, said his wife to him, she actually meant their marriage anniversary, which the fisherman couldn’t get to. The latter had replied, ‘Oh dear! Don’t be so mean about me. I know I am seven years older than you’.
‘Oh! So nice of you. Would you now tell me that’s how you remembered when you married me? Do you have any idea what the 29th day of March is?’
‘I…I am….sorry…dear. But, don’t you think I forgot the day….I…I…just wanted to surprise you….wanted to give you a surprise gift…yes….you know me…don…don’t you?’
