Thursday, July 18, 2013


Short Fiction Story

I found the envelope hidden at the bottom of her jewellery box, below her ornaments, when I was clearing her private cupboard.

The envelope was open. There was a letter inside:

Dear Anita,

Since you frankly told me everything about you and George last evening I could not sleep all night.

I thought over the matter. I also talked to my parents.

I have decided to break my engagement with George.

I think this will be best for all of us.

I am enclosing inside this envelope the engagement ring that George gave me.

This engagement ring now rightfully belongs to you.

I wish you a happy married life with George.

I have decided to go abroad to my aunt’s place in London for a few months to cool off and get over this sudden disappointment.

My parents will inform George and his parents about the broken engagement.

Yours sincerely,
13 March 1963

Yes, it was Rita’s handwriting – no doubt about it.

How can I ever forget her typical cursive handwriting style?

And below her signature, as was her habit, Rita had meticulously written the date: 13 March 1963

Dear Reader: You guessed right – I am George.

Today is the 13th of March 2013.

50 years have passed since Rita wrote this letter which I am seeing for the first time in my life now.

Till this day, I did not know that Anita had met Rita on the 12th of March 1963, just one week after my engagement with Rita.

I don’t know what terrible lies Anita told Rita that made Rita take the extreme step of breaking our engagement and dumping me so cruelly.

I can never forget how stunned, devastated and vulnerable I was when I naively walked into Anita’s compassionate and welcoming arms.

And just imagine – all these years I thought that Anita was a kind-hearted woman who had rescued me and pulled me out of the abyss.

Yes, all these 50 years I was ever grateful to Anita for her act of kindness – I thought she had done me a big favour by marrying me.

But now I know that Anita was the devious woman who had intentionally torpedoed and sabotaged my engagement with Rita, made me emotionally vulnerable and trapped me into marriage.

I hate Anita – bloody scheming bitch …

My blood boils …

But I control the train of my thoughts – there is no point thinking ill of the dead.

But what exactly did Anita tell Rita?

I will never know.

Anita is dead.

And Rita – she disappeared from my life forever.

50 years have passed.

Maybe Rita too is no more.

And even if I do meet her, what is the point of asking her now.

Will she believe what I have to say?

It is all over. I will never know. I will have to live with this burden for the few remaining years of my life.

But hey, where is the engagement ring I had given Rita?

It was an exclusive diamond-studded solid-gold engagement ring which had cost me a fortune. 

Rita’s letter says that the ring is in the envelope.

I look inside the envelope.

There is no ring in the envelope.

I search Anita’s jewellery box, her cupboard, everywhere – but I cannot find the ring anywhere.

Anita must have sold it – yes, that cheap woman must have sold the expensive engagement ring.

What a terrible woman?

Not content with breaking my engagement, she even sells the engagement ring.

How wicked can one get?

And just imagine – all these 50 years I thought Anita was such a loving and caring wife.

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Jiggyasa said...

the pain of spending 50 years of your life with someone who has decieved you so badly...and now when you have so many questions to ask, there is no one to answer. Extreme perplexion of mind!

Unknown said...

Heart wrenching story. I don't know if I side with George though.