Stop!

Meera ~

"Oh, god--" I swiped the mop on the glass like floor, making it shine with my hard work as maid. The work my husband gave me.

It's been three weeks since I am the only maid of this house, I do everything from cleaning to cooking, laundry to dishes, I do everything whole day.

And at night I wait for my husband , so that we can have dinner but just like everyday he never comes. And I eat alone.

Today won't be any different, a smile broke onto my lips as I remember the thing I do, in my solace.

I quickly completed my work and took a shower, wearing a cotton sky blue maxi dress, the only thing which fits me now, and combed my hair in a low bun.

I put the heavy anklets around my ankles, and turn on the music. I close my eyes and swing my hands and feet in rhythm, syncing with music.

This is what brings me peace, dancing. I move my body, feeling the music in my veins, the beat thrumming into my heart, rushing blood to my face.

I was about to take a jump, when I heard a shatte