Trial Divorce

TRIAL DIVORCE

A Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

I looked at the lock on the door.

It was the same lock.

He hadn’t bothered to change the lock.

Why should he have…?

He probably didn’t realize that I had a key.

Or maybe – he knew.

When I had left – 3 months ago – I hadn’t given him the house-key that I normally kept in my purse.

He hadn’t asked for the key.

Maybe – he had forgotten.

Or maybe – he wanted me to have the key.

I inserted the key in the lock and turned the key.

The lock opened.

I slid the door handle and opened the door.

I shouldn’t have opened the door to his flat.

In fact – I shouldn’t have come to his flat at all.

It was a violation of our “contract”.

I had broken the cardinal rule of our “Trial Divorce” agreement.

We had agreed that we – my Husband and I – we would remain absolutely “incommunicado” – for six months.

Yes – we had promised to each other – that – for a full 6 months – we would remain out of each other’s lives – totally out of contact – offline and online.

And then – if our “Trial Divorce” was “successful” – we would take a final decision.

Actually – I had no intention of breaking the “Trial Divorce” pact.

It had happened due to sheer chance – serendipity.

I had not planned to stay in this city. 

I was just passing through – in transit – but my flight was delayed – and – I missed my connecting flight – so – they booked me on the next flight to my destination.

This flight was scheduled to leave after 12 hours – late in the evening – so – they took me to a hotel to relax for the day.

Believe it or not – but – coincidentally – my husband’s house was located right opposite the hotel.

(Technically – it was still my house too – since I had not formally divorced my husband…)

Through my hotel window – I could see the balcony of our flat.

I could not resist the temptation.

It was 10 o’clock in the morning.

And – it was a Wednesday.  

Most likely – my husband wouldn’t be home.

He would have left for office before 9 AM – and – he would return late in the evening.

And suppose he was home…?

Well – I decided to take a chance.

I could always check the lock on the door – and – if the door was unlocked – I would rush back.

I opened my purse – the house key was there – in the inside pocket – where I had kept it 3 months ago – when I had left my husband’s house.

I thought about it.

If he wasn’t home – I wouldn’t meet him – so – strictly speaking – it wouldn’t be a “breach” of our “Trial Divorce” contract – since – there would be no “contact” between him and me.

So – I walked across the street – I took the lift to our flat.

I was relieved to see – that the house was locked – and my husband was not at home.

I opened the lock – I entered the house – and – I looked around the living room.

It was exactly as I had left it – 3 months ago.

Everything was “spick and span” – as always.

He liked “spit and polish” – and everything was clean, dusted and shining.

I walked towards the bedroom.

I opened the bedroom door.

I looked around the bedroom.

The room – the bed – everything was neat and tidy – as before.

I opened the cupboard.

Everything was in its right place.

Of course – my clothes racks were empty (since I had taken all my clothes with me when I had left) – and he had put his shirts there – neatly folded.

I checked the bathrooms – absolutely spotless and clean.

It was evident that he was living all alone.

There was no “scent” of a woman.

He was in love with his loneliness.

He did not want his loneliness to be “polluted”.

Yes – he had kept his loneliness absolutely pure – idyllic – blissful.

I closed the bedroom door.

I went into the kitchen.

Everything was in its place.

Utensils had been washed and neatly stacked.

He liked to cook his own food.

He did all the house work himself.

And – it was obvious – that he was doing so now.

Nothing had changed.

I thought about it.

The living room, the bedroom, the kitchen – this was the home of a self-sufficient man – he did not need a wife.

I opened the fridge – the kitchen cabinets – everything neat, clean and orderly.

In the side cabinet – I saw the bottle of Single Malt Whisky.

The Whisky bottle was unopened.

It was good to see that he hadn’t started drinking again.

(He had quit drinking around 10 years ago…)

He had bought the bottle of whisky from the “Duty Free” Store at the Airport after our Europe Tour 6 months ago.

Yes – it was on that same fateful tour when we realized that we were not “made for each other”.

We always knew that we were “incompatible” – but – it was on this Europe Tour that we had our “epiphany”.

Our children had married and settled abroad – our “familial” obligations were over – we were still in our 50’s – and – it was right time for us to go our separate ways.

So – we decided to give it a try.

You must have heard of “Trial Marriage” – where a couple tries to discover whether they can live with each other.

We decided to have a “Trial Divorce” – to see whether we could live without each other.

After all – we had been married for 30 years.

And yes – the “Trial Divorce” seemed to be succeeding.

I was happy to be alone – in love with my loneliness – and – he seemed to be happy to live alone and enjoy his solitude too.

I looked at the unopened bottle of Single Malt Whisky.

I wondered why he had bought it.

Was it just to buy something “duty free” – just for the sake of it…?

Would he give the Single Malt Whisky to someone – or – would the whisky bottle keep lying there in the cabinet for eternity…?

Should I take the bottle of Single Malt Whisky with me and present it to someone…?

Maybe – he would never discover that the bottle was missing.

Or maybe – he would – and complain to the cops or something.

No – No – there was no point in stirring up his tranquil life of solitude.

Also – it would be unethical.

I closed the cabinet.

I walked out of the kitchen.

I walked across the living room.

The balcony glass-door was closed.

I looked into the balcony.

The potted plants were there – freshly watered.

He must have watered the plants in the morning before his bath – as he always did.

I went into his study.

Yes – “his” study – where no one was welcome – even I was not welcome.

I looked around his study – his “sanctum sanctorum” – immaculate – neat and tidy – “shipshape”.

Everything was in its right place.

Or – was it…?

I looked again – at his desk.

Something was “amiss”.

Yes – my photo was missing.

The Photo Frame on his Desk which had my Photo – it was missing.

I opened the drawers – searched around – but I couldn’t find my photo – the one he kept on his desk.

I rushed to the living room.

I looked at the mantelpiece.

Even that photo was missing – the photo of both of us – newly wedded husband and wife – clicked during our honeymoon.

He had removed me from his life.

He had eliminated all traces of me – even my photos.

It was clear that he did not need me in his life.

I felt relieved.

Our “Trial Divorce” had succeeded.

Now – once our mutually decided 6 months “Trial Divorce” period was over – we could complete the necessary formalities – to make the divorce “full and final”.

I looked around the house for one last time.

Then – I went out of the house – locked the door – and – I walked towards my hotel.

In the evening I boarded my flight – and – I flew to my destination.

I flew back home – my own home.

VIKRAM KARVE

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Arranged Marriage Woes – Do You “Like” Your Husband/Wife – Does your Husband/Wife “Like” You…?

Do You “Like” Your Husband/Wife...? 

Does your Husband/Wife “Like” You…?

DOES YOUR WIFE “LIKE” YOU ?

(or – Does Your Husband “Like” You ?)

Incoherent Gobbledygook of a Senile Veteran on Mystery of Marriage

A Spoof

By

VIKRAM KARVE

DOES YOUR SPOUSE “LIKE” YOU...?

In a “Love Marriage” – this question is irrelevant. 

Yes – in a “Love Marriage” – it doesn’t make any sense to ask the question “Does your spouse like you…?” – because – it is irrelevant.

In a “Love Marriage” – the husband and wife marry because they are in “love”.

And – the very fact that they are in “love” – means that the husband and wife “like” each other.

If you “love” someone – you obviously “like” that person  – “ipso facto” – because – if you do not “like” a person – how can you fall in “love” with that person...? 

And – conversely – how can you “love” a person you do not “like”...?

So – in a “Love Marriage” – it is obvious that the husband and wife like each other.

However – in “Arranged Marriages” – the situation is entirely different.

When I was in the Navy – I saw many marriages where the wife did not seem to “like” the husband – or vice versa.

Of course – these were all “arranged marriages”.

Why go further – even in my case – after more than 35 years of marriage – I still cannot accurately fathom whether my wife actually “likes” me or not – though – over the years – I seem to have developed a liking for her.

There can be countless reasons why your spouse may not “like” you.

Every husband and wife may have their own unique reasons why they do not like their partner.

However – recently – I heard a phrase which encompasses and encapsulates all these myriad reasons in a nutshell – “compatibility issues”.

COMPATIBILITY ISSUES

Let me tell you how I heard of this term – “compatibility issues”.

A few years ago – I attended the wedding of a “Techie” Boy – and “IT Nerd”.

Sometime ago – while strolling on Main Street – I suddenly ran into him.

The “Techie” Boy was with his wife.

He introduced me to his wife.

His wife gave me a courteous smile – and she said that she was glad to meet me.

The “Techie” Boy’s Wife behaved with me as if she did not know me – and gave the impression as if this was the first time she was seeing me.

I was surprised – since I had attended their marriage just a few years ago. 

And generally – no one forgets my face – thanks to my handsome beard – and my rather “abrasive personality”.

“Don’t you remember me...?” I asked the young lady.

“No – I don’t think we have met before...” she said to me.

“Well – I attended your wedding reception…” I said.

“How is that possible...? We had a very private marriage ceremony…” she said.

I noticed a strange expression on my “Techie” friend’s face – as if he was non-verbally telling me not to ask these questions – so I did not pursue the conversation further. 

Instead – to change the topic – I suggested that we have some rolls, sandwiches and cold coffee at one of my favourite places just opposite the road.

Once inside the eatery – when the “Techie” Boy’s Wife was seated – and “Techie” Boy and Me – we were standing near the self-service counter – the young “Techie” Boy told me that this lady was his Second Wife – he had divorced his first wife (whose wedding I had attended 3 years ago) – and he got remarried to this woman (his second wife) just one month ago.

“Oh – I am sorry – but – what happened – why did your first marriage breakup so quickly – you got divorced within 3 years of your wedding…?” I asked.

“Actually – we got divorced within 2 years – but the marriage had broken down much earlier – within a year of our wedding…” he said.

“What happened…? What was the reason for your divorce…?” I asked.

“Compatibility Issues...” he said.

What a simple all-encompassing expression for breakup of a marital relationship – “compatibility issues”.

Call it a coincidence – but the very next morning – I read on ‘Page 3’ of a tabloid – that a small-time celebrity had said – that her marriage broke up due to “compatibility issues”.

I laughed to myself. 

If “compatibility” had been an “issue” – my wife and I would have been divorced at least a thousand times by now.

But – jokes apart – I seem to have digressed from the moot question:

Does your spouse “like” you…?

As I have said – there can be umpteen reasons why a wife does not like her husband – or vice versa – there may be even more reasons why a husband does like his wife.

WHY DOESN’T YOUR SPOUSE “LIKE” YOU...?

In literature – many stories, novels and plays have been written on this theme.

One notable story I remember on this theme of a wife who does not like her husband is THE WREATH by Luigi Pirandello

I read the English translation of this story in the short fiction anthology GREAT SHORT STORIES OF THE WORLD published by Reader’s Digest.

In this story – a young woman who is 22 years old is married to a 40 year old man – the husband is 18 years older than the wife.

The youthful wife does not like her middle-aged husband.

And – why does she not “like” her husband – who is a kindhearted doctor…?

When the woman was an 18 year old girl – she had fallen in love with a boy.

But – sadly – the boy suddenly died due to typhus.

The same doctor had been called to treat the boy and was by the boy’s bedside when he died.

Stricken by grief – the girl almost lost her mind – and became a recluse.

She refused to get married – and declined many good matrimonial offers.

Sometime later – the doctor proposed to her – and – surprisingly – the girl accepted.

Everyone else was surprised too – since the doctor was 18 years older than the girl.

Soon – the doctor realized that his young wife did not like him.

The doctor loved his young wife – but she did not like him.

In her heart – she still yearned for her first love – the young boy – her dead lover – and she secretly placed a wreath at his grave on every anniversary of his death.

One day – the doctor accidentally discovered this.

What happened next – for that – you will have to read the story.

But – the moot question is:

Why did the young wife not “like” her husband…?

Was it because of the age difference – because her husband was much older than her…?

Was it because of her love affair with the boy – her first lover – who she was unable to forget – although he was dead…?

Or – to use my newly learnt clichéd phrase – was it due to “compatibility issues”…?

CONCLUSION – LIKES, DISLIKES, AND MARRIAGE

Dear Friends:

If you are “enduring” an arranged marriage – and – if you feel that your spouse does not “like” you – just put it down to “compatibility issues” 

And – once you have consoled yourself that your spouse does not like you because of “compatibility issues” – do not bother too much about it – and get on with your “happy” married life…

If you want to enjoy your married life – don’t delve too much...

VIKRAM KARVE

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I wrote this article 2 years ago in 2015 and I have posted it online a number of times earlier in my various blogs. 

Link to my original post in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/08/does-your-wife-like-you.html

“Library Girl” – Story of a Girl Who Liked Books

LIBRARY GIRL

Story of a Girl Who Liked Books

A Romance

By

VIKRAM KARVE 

Part 1 

At a Library in Pune

“Excuse me – are you returning that book…?” a feminine voice said in my left ear.

I was standing in front of the library counter.

I looked towards my left.

She was a good looking girl – of my age.

The girl was pointing to a book I had kept on the counter – an ‘Anthology of Short Stories’ – a newly arrived book in the Library.

“No. I am not returning the book. In fact – I am borrowing this book for reading…” I said.

“Oh – I thought you are returning that book – I have been desperately wanting to read it ever since I saw the cover on the “new arrivals” notice board…” she said.

“I too want to read this book. You can borrow it from the library when I return it…” I said.

If the girl thought that she could charm me into giving her the book – she was mistaken.

I will never “sacrifice” a good book – even for the most beautiful girl.

The librarian across the counter asked for my library card – stamped the return date on the book – and gave the book to me.

The ‘good looking girl’ was still standing beside me.

“May I see the book…? the girl asked.

I gave the book to the girl.

She looked at the cover – browsed through the book – and she gave it back to me.

“I really want to read this book. When will you be returning it…?” she asked me.

“Next Sunday. I will return the book next Sunday…” I said.

“You come to the library every Sunday…?”

“Yes. I come to library on Sundays…” I said.

“I come to the library every day. I study in the college down the road and live in the girl’s hostel next door…” she said.

“Well – I live in the Engineering College hostel…” I said.

“Oh – that’s quite far away…”

“Yes. That is why I can come on only Sundays…”

“Oh – I am lucky I live in the hostel nearby. I come to the library every evening after classes – and – nowadays – sometimes – I come on Sunday mornings too…”

“What are you doing – BA – B.Sc. – or…?”

“Of course I am doing my BA in Literature – I told you that I love reading…” she said.

“Well – I am not as lucky as you are – I too love literature – but – I am stuck with boring ‘Engineering’…” I said.

As I smiled a ‘goodbye’ to her and started walking towards the exit – she said to me: “Don’t forget to bring the book next Sunday. And – make sure you give it to me. I will be waiting here in the library from 10 o’clock onwards…”

When I went back to the hostel and started reading the book – I thought of the girl I had met in the library – and – in my mind’s eye – I nicknamed her ‘Library Girl’.

Next Sunday – I reached the library at 10:30 in the morning – and – I found the good looking ‘Library Girl’ waiting for me in eager anticipation – well – she was waiting eagerly for the book – not me…”

From then on – the ‘Library Girl’ and I met every Sunday – in the Library – mostly in the ‘Fiction’ section – especially searching for Short Story Books on the “Short Fiction” Book-Racks.

I discovered that – our reading interests were similar – like me – ‘Library Girl’ too loved reading ‘Short Stories’ – and – we often discussed the short stories we had read – and we recommended books to each other.

I looked forward to meeting ‘Library Girl’ every Sunday.

I enjoyed being with her – as we browsed the library bookshelves together – and talked about books and our favourite short stories.

Believe it or not – but – we did not take our relationship to the ‘next level’.

I was a “shy type”.

And – maybe – she was the “shy type” too.

Ours was a unique friendship – an exquisite ethereal relationship – a platonic love so delicate – that one wrong move might destroy everything.

So – we both probably wanted to keep it this way – and – our beautiful Sunday morning ‘bookish’ relationship went on for a long time.

Days passed – months – years – and – one Sunday – after our morning ‘Library Time’ – as I said ‘goodbye’ to ‘Library Girl’ – she said to me: “Wait – I want you to meet ‘someone’…”

“It’s already 1:15 – our mess closes at 2 – and it will take me at least half an hour to cycle down to my hostel…” I said.

“Please wait. I will treat you to lunch. I want you to meet someone…” she insisted.

So – I waited – I sat down next to her in the reading room browsing through a literary magazine.

I could see that ‘Library Girl’ was eagerly looking at the entrance – waiting for her ‘someone’ to arrive.

Suddenly – she nudged me.

I looked up – and – I could see that ‘Library Girl’ was smiling at her ‘someone’ who was standing at the entrance.

We walked to the foyer of the library.

‘Library Girl’ introduced her ‘someone’ to me.

“He is my fiancé…” she said to me.

Then – ‘Library Girl’ introduced me to her fiancé .

“He is my ‘Library Boyfriend’ – the one I told you all about…” she said to her fiancé.

Her fiancé treated us to lunch in a classy restaurant – after all – he was a rich businessman – a smart guy from New Delhi.

Notwithstanding her ‘engagement’ – my Sunday morning friendship with ‘Library Girl’ continued.

But – soon – her BA course was over – and – we met for the last time in the library.

“My course is over – I am winding up my things here and I will be going home tomorrow…” ‘Library Girl’ said.

For her – ‘home’ was Bangalore – where her Army Officer father was posted then.

“Why don’t you do your MA in Literature here in Pune..?” I said to ‘Library Girl’.

“No chance of further studies for me,” she said, “my wedding is fixed next month. They were just waiting for me to complete my BA. And frankly – I am not really interested in studies – I just want to read plenty of books.”

“You will be living in Delhi after marriage..?” I asked her.

“Yes.”

“You are very lucky.”

“Why?”

“Delhi is the best place for book lovers.”

“Really…?”

“Yes – there are so many excellent libraries – and wonderful bookstores where you can browse – and – every year – in winter – there is a magnificent Book Fair at Pragati Maidan...” I said to her.

“Wow – it’s going to be so exciting – I am really going to read books to my heart’s content,” she said, “I am already feeling like going to Delhi…”

“Yes. Delhi is a Book Lover’s Paradise. You are so lucky…” I said.

“And you…? What are your plans…?” she asked me.

“Well – I have got one year to go to finish my Engineering – then – maybe I will take up some job in the industry – let’s see…” I said.

Then – we said our last ‘goodbye’.

I did not ask for her address – and – neither did she ask my address.

Why ask for the address of a destination where it is not desirable for you to go…?

We knew that our platonic friendship was destined to be a transient relationship – like passing ships – and – we ourselves had intentionally kept it that way.

So – we said our last ‘goodbye’ – and – ‘Library Girl’ and I – we parted company.

3 YEARS LATER 

Part 2 

At the same Library in Pune

Three years later – I saw ‘Library Girl’ in the Library.

She was browsing books in the ‘Fiction’ section.

‘Library Girl’ saw me too.

She smiled at me.

I smiled back at her – and – I walked towards her.

“What a pleasant surprise…” I said to her.

“Yes – I am so happy to see you too. So I can see that you have continued your ‘Sunday Morning Date’ with the Library…” she said.

“Yes – I still come here every Sunday morning…” I said.

“You work now…?”

“Yes – in a factory.”

“That’s great…” she said.

“And you – what brings you to Pune…? I asked her.

“My Dad retired from the Army last month – and my parents have settled down in Pune…” she said.

“Oh – so you have come on a holiday…?” I said.

“No – I have come to Pune permanently…” she said.

“Permanently…?”

“Yes – I have come to Pune permanently.”

“What happened…? Don’t tell me that your husband has relocated to Pune…?” I said.

“No – he hasn’t relocated here – I have left my husband – I going to divorce him…” she said.

I was taken aback – and involuntarily – I uttered: “Oh…”  

For some time – I was confused as to what I should say to her.

Then – I said to her: “I am very sorry…”

“It’s okay…” she said.

We looked at each other in silence – I did not know what to say.

After some moments of silence – ‘Library Girl’ looked at me and she said: “Do you know the reason why I am divorcing my husband…?”

“Why?”

“Books…!”

“Books…?”

“My husband – and his folks – especially my ‘mother-in-law’ – they did not like my ‘reading habit’…”

“What do you mean…? How can anyone not like someone else reading…? It is such a harmless and quiet activity.”

“It was a joint family – lot of socializing – plenty of relatives and guests visiting all the time – and – my mother-in-law always wanted me hanging around – especially – if someone came over to visit – and people were always coming over to visit us throughout the day…”

“So…?”

“So – whenever I went to my room to read a book – my mother-in-law would keep disturbing me and calling me out – even when there were no visitors – she wanted me to sit with her and watch soaps on TV…”

“You could have read books at night…”

“Ha Ha – at night – well my husband certainly wasn’t interested in reading books with me in bed…”

“I am sorry – I didn’t mean…”

“The fact is that no one in that house was interested in reading. You told me about libraries – browsing in bookstores – visiting book fairs – that Delhi was a paradise for book lovers. But – whenever I tried to go – they would put some obstacle – some social commitment would always pop up – either someone was visiting us – or – we were visiting someone – or going for some ‘event’…”

“But – you could have mutually adjusted – talked to your husband. Why the extreme step of divorce…?

“I did not like them ridiculing my reading habit all the time – I told my husband – “you can criticize me – but don’t ridicule reading – and – don’t denigrate books and literature…” – but he did not listen – no one showed me any consideration – and they – my ‘in-laws’ and all their relatives – they kept mocking me for my interest in reading books – it was very humiliating…”

“Oh…”

“One evening I had gone for a book launch to a famous bookstore – the book was an anthology of short fiction – and while an author was reading out her story from the book – my husband barged in – and – he literally dragged me out saying that his business partners had suddenly decided to come home for dinner and I was required to be present at home immediately to ‘host’ them…”

“Really…”

“Something snapped inside me – and – I decided – ‘enough is enough’ – and – I left my husband’s home the very next morning – and – I haven’t gone back since…”

“I am very sorry to hear all this…” I commiserated with her.

“Hey – I am okay – there – in my husband’s home – I was feeling ‘suffocated’ – now I am feeling much better after I escaped from that stifling atmosphere…” she said.

“That’s good – so we will see you in the library every Sunday…” I said to her.

“Of course – in fact – I have decided to do my MA in Literature at the college nearby – so I will be here in the library more often…” she said.

“Wow – that’s great…”

‘Library Girl’ looked at me – and – she said to me: “Hey – I kept talking about myself all the time. What about you…?”

“I told you I work in a factory – in the auto sector…”

“Are you still a bachelor – or have you got married…?”

“I got married – 6 months ago…” I said.

“Oh – Congrats – so where is your wife – haven’t you brought her to the library…?” she asked.

I looked at ‘Library Girl’ – and – I said to her: “My wife hates books…” 

VIKRAM KARVE

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This blog post is a revised repost of my story MY LIBRARY GIRLFRIEND posted online by me on April 28, 2016 in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/04/my-library-girlfriend-library-girl.html  and  https://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/07/library-girl-romance.html