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Why are you throwing tantrums like a child?
It's unlike you to be moody like this, said my husband noticing
me in one of my worst moods.
I have all the reasons in the world for the
state I am in, I snapped.
But I am sure I am not one of the reasons, he
said defensively.
No, not this time, I can assure you, I said.
Thank God for that, at least for once I have
escaped being blamed, he said appearing relieved.
Then what's your problem? Is it something
where you need my help, he said sounding genuinely concerned.
No, I don't think even "you" can do anything
about it, I said, my voice trailing.
Why don't you tell me what it is that's
bothering you? You seem to under estimate my capacity in solving
problems. Come to think of it every problem has a solution. It
depends on how you look at it, he reassured me.
Enough of your sermon, but this problem
doesn't appear to have a solution at all because it has to do
with my Fans, I complained.
Then it's something you should feel happy
about... Naturally, writers like you are bound to have some
Fans, he said sounding very pleased.
I have some loyal Friends as well, I said.
Consider yourself lucky that despite your
candid writings you still have some friends left, he remarked.
But the trouble is both my "Fans" and
"Friends" who follow me seem to be really my "Foes", out to
settle on my skin, bite me and suck my blood wherever I am, not
sparing me even when I am doing serious work, I said frustrated.
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