Undefiled Queen

Stephen’s POVProperty belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Eros left this world and it has been more than a week since the most sorrowful event of our lives occured. Mom went into a state of depression hardly speaking to anyone and was starving herself to death. If this continues for long, I fear that I may lose my mom along with my brother. I spoke to a few psychiatrists about her and now she is on medication. Dad asked me to stay in their house for the time being till she recovers and we are doing our best to get her out of the cataclysmic situation.

I made it a point, after I came home from the office to spend some time with mom in discussing her day. It is not that she speaks much but she still gives me an answer in monosyllables. I am happy she is steadily improving in her health.

Dad now frequently takes her out, sometimes to a park, temples and even to watch movies which my parents hadn’t done since more than a decade. Yesterday I saw her smiling to dad for one of the stupid jokes he created specially for her. It was a huge sign of improvement and I am glad I could share the glee.

The work in the office continued to be a challenge especially pertaining to the loggerheads of the accounts department. Tomorrow is the final interview I am going to take. Mr Xavier had already shortlisted two candidates from yesterday’s interview and I hope I will now breathe a sigh of relief.

I tried to find out from the hospital the details of the family that was unfortunately a part of my brother’s accident but couldn’t get a fruitful result. The family wasn’t willing to share any of their information with us. Through the sources, I came to know that the car, which is now reduced to a trash can, belonged to a middle aged couple. The woman died on the spot and was declared dead to the hospital. Her spouse suffers serious injuries and is now in a coma. The medical team handling the case ascertains the survival chances for him are very bleak.

Guilt once again consumes me as I am indirectly responsible for the family’s downfall. The victim survives with a daughter and son. I was most willing to help them but was informed the daughter, older among the two siblings, doesn’t want any financial help from a stranger though she is still a student and not a breadwinner. I wonder what the reason could be?

My life went topsy-turvy within a split of a second. Heavy work in the office, followed by complications in the house makes my head go heavy. My body craves for an immediate release  but staying in my parents house that was not possible. I couldn’t grab a drink nor bring a girl to offload my stress. Dipping my head down over the sink in the washroom I sprinkle water on my tired face.

A couple of minutes later my receptionist knocked the door informing me that the short listed candidates from yesterday’s interview were waiting for my appointment in the waiting area. I asked her to send the interviewees inside and within a few seconds there was a knock at my door.

After half an hour of blowing my head with both the applicants, the result was – I wouldn’t select either of them. Boiled to the core with the useless drill, I badly required an exit. I told my receptionist I would return shortly and entered the smoking zone. After smoking two cigarettes one after another my mind was finally able to take a break.