Crime and Punishment
A crime doesn't hide itself. It finds a way to manifest its
existence and her guilty appearance was proof enough of her crime. Guilt
perhaps is the most conspicuous exhibit of the crime committed, of the
violation of law of nature.
Her demons did not let her sleep at night. The day was bright but the night was especially cruel; the sky thundered and rain lashed at her window reproving her, even nature reminded her of the deviant that she was. She opened the windows to calm the whipping rain but made way for the chilly wind which entrapped her, suffocating her in the comfort of her own room. The noise of rustling trees, the horrid silence of the streets and the looming specter of her sin haunted her. She could not lay in her bed and sleep peacefully like she had done a night before, not disturbed by the sounds the outside made, not bedeviled by ghost of her act.
Her bed, marital bed had failed to provide a good night's sleep, for it had been defiled. It now stood as a an accomplice to her crime surrounded by the witnesses; the carmine walls.
She never liked the colour of the walls which was chosen by her husband. According to her, the colour seemed to drain the room of it's vibrancy. It never reflected the sunlight but absorbed the rays, light got lost in it's abyss.
Some people probably would have exonerated her. A largely absent husband, too engrossed in his work to care for the woman at his home, provided the woman ample reasons to seek solace beyond the relationship which gave nothing but a dark room. The adulterous rendezvous with her previous lover was supposed to give her contentment, more than pleasure it was an act of vengeance towards the husband who did not look twice at her in a day. But then why did she not feel vindicated, why did her crime warrant a punishment?
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The absent husband returned to the carmine coloured room after two days. He had left his work unfinished to return to the quite wife who never complained about being deprived of his company. To make amends to the woman whom he had loved and yet terribly wronged. But now he was finally there to correct all the past wrongdoings and to make up for his faults. He no loner desired anything more than her company. Seemed like the heavens had decided to side with the infidel and reward her action.
A unique sight awaited him in his household. Along with the walls, he became witness to the lifeless body of wife with a knife in her right hand and a deep wound which had bled out. The blood soaked the marital bed, absolving it of its sin. The crime and punishment were carried out by the perpetrator.
Her demons did not let her sleep at night. The day was bright but the night was especially cruel; the sky thundered and rain lashed at her window reproving her, even nature reminded her of the deviant that she was. She opened the windows to calm the whipping rain but made way for the chilly wind which entrapped her, suffocating her in the comfort of her own room. The noise of rustling trees, the horrid silence of the streets and the looming specter of her sin haunted her. She could not lay in her bed and sleep peacefully like she had done a night before, not disturbed by the sounds the outside made, not bedeviled by ghost of her act.
Her bed, marital bed had failed to provide a good night's sleep, for it had been defiled. It now stood as a an accomplice to her crime surrounded by the witnesses; the carmine walls.
She never liked the colour of the walls which was chosen by her husband. According to her, the colour seemed to drain the room of it's vibrancy. It never reflected the sunlight but absorbed the rays, light got lost in it's abyss.
Some people probably would have exonerated her. A largely absent husband, too engrossed in his work to care for the woman at his home, provided the woman ample reasons to seek solace beyond the relationship which gave nothing but a dark room. The adulterous rendezvous with her previous lover was supposed to give her contentment, more than pleasure it was an act of vengeance towards the husband who did not look twice at her in a day. But then why did she not feel vindicated, why did her crime warrant a punishment?
* * * * *
The absent husband returned to the carmine coloured room after two days. He had left his work unfinished to return to the quite wife who never complained about being deprived of his company. To make amends to the woman whom he had loved and yet terribly wronged. But now he was finally there to correct all the past wrongdoings and to make up for his faults. He no loner desired anything more than her company. Seemed like the heavens had decided to side with the infidel and reward her action.
A unique sight awaited him in his household. Along with the walls, he became witness to the lifeless body of wife with a knife in her right hand and a deep wound which had bled out. The blood soaked the marital bed, absolving it of its sin. The crime and punishment were carried out by the perpetrator.
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