The music in their relationship had with the passage of years had died a slow death. Now it was just silence. A deafening silence that could not be drowned by the mundanity that life had become.
The silence was always there, even amidst the chaos that their children made, amidst the joys that Christmas brought, and between the birthdays and bills, between mortgages and marriages. The silence has become the third person in their relationship.
And one day, one of them had enough. She could no longer take in the silence, it was killing her. And she walked out. Walked out of the life she had painstakingly built.
Only for the search of music.
A Mom, a Blogger, an Engineer. Identities that define me, only partly. For I am also a Maverick, I am also a believer in Magic and many Gods. I am a free spirit.
And I am a storyteller.
I weave stories, some creating pathos, some giving us hopes, some urging us to believe in dreams, some just making us happy.
Amidst those stories are also stories from my own life as I strive creating warmth for my tiny family in our small place under the sun.