Allergic To Love by Divya Zutshi

There are a lot of allergens; and then, there are people – men, to be specific!

She was allergic to one particular of the species.

Let me start by killing the urge in you to skip to the end. She ends up being in a mental asylum. I don’t think it is fair or even right, but we are not here for my opinion. Yours? Yes, but for that you will have to read the entire story.

She was not like this from the beginning. She was a girl beyond her years, smart, intelligent, full of romance (not the kind you see in movies, but real romance). She craved intellectual discussions, de-stressed herself by cooking, found romance in raindrops falling on her face; she would get drowsy with the smell of winter, appreciated nothing more than butter melting on warm toasted bread.

Her life was sucked out of her by her husband, whom she willfully gifted her Self to. Slowly and steadily, he won that race. But she wouldn’t let that happen so easily. She had to do something about it. One morning, she woke up to realise that her husband had not talked to her in about two months. Her mother called up to check whether she was alive or not (like she had been doing for the past six years) and she couldn’t control herself, and started howling like mad. Like mad! Just the realisation of not being able to enjoy the smallest things in life had shattered her.

But she was no Titanic. There was no glory in going down. So that day, she decided she would end her misery. The only question that remained was, HOW!