Existence must be living and breathing. He was not an old man, but he felt tired all the time. It’s as if he was carrying the load of laundry of the whole world on his dropping shoulders and curved back. As should shoulders be able to help you with the support- so should be the the back without arch. She was a very ordinary woman, but with such a spirit that one would think she was full of magic and mystery. And proponents of prophetic balance always debated whether it was a right match. The fatigued man with indigo woman. She thought of life without him.

And she finally decided to take a dive deeper into the oblivion than ever before. She ran away from the man. Not that he would have asked her to stay. They had almost no affection for each other . And he was not at all likely to love her—whoever he was. She went to a mountain nearby. And built a house for herself. She had no idea how to make a living and the ration was running out. She only had potatoes to cook with. And a few beans. She was a vegetarian and had very little time to find a job. But there were no houses nearby and she wanted to avoid the city. She had built a simple house with little food and little furniture.

Even though the weather was perfect: she missed the comfort of their house. She was now worried about the food. She started living on fruits of the trees. There was a stream nearby and the sound of gushing water was musical. She was going to live on tree leaves now. It was a hard winter. She hardly had any freedom before. Now she had all of it. But where was the comfort of being warm and cosy in bed. It was not right to take all the bed to oneself. What the heavens! The old lady wanted to have some company. And there was none. She kicked the bucket. Without a bucket list. That was what the old lady wanted.