My name is Sanjeev. I am 54 years old. I live in a village with my wife. Today my son left our house with his wife. He said he cannot take care of us. He wants to live his own life, so he left us alone.
I am retired now. Since my retirement, my wife has changed. She gets angry about small things. When I gave her flowers to make her happy, she shouted that I had ruined her garden. When I cooked food for her, she shouted that I had made her kitchen dirty. When I bought her a saree, she said I no longer know what she likes. I don’t know how to make her happy anymore.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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