• Published : 22 Aug, 2017
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“And that is how a dumb, blonde, lifeguard re-suck-citates a man back to life.” I read out to Arun a forward that had pinged to life on my Whatsapp that moment. “Judgmental but funny, nonetheless,” I said leaning down on the bed after what had been a grueling day at work. But, Arun was choking; choking on something.

I picked up the bottle of water on the table by my side of the bed and rushed towards him. The crystal lampshade nearly falling off, circumambulating and coming to a rest on mahogany. But Arun had, by then, wheeled away to his study on his powered wheelchair.

I leaned back on the cushioned headrest, suddenly, aware of a sense of shame that had crept into our marriage in the past two years since the accident. Through my satin nightdress, I could see my form protrude off its mould and nipples of indignity stare out at me. In a rush, I covered up under the comforter and huddled to sleep.

I now withheld jokes from Arun to protect him as best I could. And as I watched the trailer of 50 shades of Grey that Autumn and moved on to more on You Tube, I no longer withheld myself from me. 

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Donna Abraham

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As an Instructional Designer (ID), I wrote e-learning courses for16 years. Courses ranging from software, global markets to cooktops. Yes, when you're an ID you learn all subjects (basically, build ups on my PGDCA and MBA backgrounds) and wr...

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