Twenty-five days... 25...

Twenty five days remain today. From today we shall never talk, never irritate each other, never shall we bicker again.

Twenty three days remain today. This morning, I missed the time when we had not spoken to each other, not that such days hadn’t been in the past. We parted ways until the fires of anger were ceased by a calm rain of love that was our balm easing us of all our pain. But now the fire has died down, the fountains have dried and the numbness of indifference has replaced all.

Twenty days to go, but still that touch haunts me, but I can be sure that it would soon be a ghost of the past, as seem those poems of love, the silly confessions of eternal love in the middle of the night. Soon, all shall be over, even the memories will be forlorn, and forgotten for once and for all.

The inordinate delays that bothered me and caused worrisome days and troubled nights even after we reunited don’t bother me today. I am only seventeen days away from freedom.

I should be able to forget all our small trips and journeys that we did together, how we would bicker over little packing and ended up giggling at our efforts each and every time. I will soon forget that there needed a packing to be done today, today when there are thirteen days left, the first time we didn’t pack together.

It is still ten days to go, and today I felt like calling up the train station, calling up the airport to enquire the delay, like the old times and make those endless trips to the door and back. But, I will soon learn to live without this; it would be a new life, a new routine.

Exactly a week to go, and forgotten would be those sleepless nights, learning new things to please each other, a phase of continuous change, a saga of compromises, a timeless pillar of understanding shall all be over, all over once and for all in seven days.

Five days later, I will never ask myself again, is that the right decision that we took. Though my instinct says that this is the best for us, even if it will not be, nothing could ever be done; there will be no going back, or no looking back, no time to rethink about it, just to live with it then, tomorrow and forever.

When it has come down to four days, and just close to hundred hours to go, why do I remember the paths we traveled together all these years, supporting each other on the slippery bridges of decisions, the jungles of problems, the deserts of needs and the transition of the waterfalls.

In three days from now, I shall be free, far away from the constant quarrels, the incessant bickering, and the gruesome arguments, accusations and counter-replies. Gone for good will be the times of no conversation, and the post-facto acceptance of faults, defeats, the need, the helplessness, and all that made us come back again, live again - together.

The doomsday, the day zero is here, I vow that I will soon be able to bear my mornings alone, shall not think of the past in the day, or have sleepless nights again, as I walk out of this holy court. The divorce papers in my hand, I'll remember this day of my independence forever, the same day that we entered into another sacred institution- marriage, the same day, exactly twenty-five years ago.

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