Fists of fury

They were no ordinary couple, recently tied to the holy sanctity of matrimony. And how I got to know this? Well, as common sense (which is not so common, you see) prevail; the woman was steeped in the accessories of her newly acquired status. The bangles (signature of newly-bonded as typical in some communities), the gaudy make-up, the revolutionized lipstick turned vermillion smeared on forehead, the flashy traditional outfit, the heavy sets of jewelry struggling for space to place and much more declaring her marital status to the world. I often wonder why men don’t embrace the married look, like how their women do, apart from the sleek ring, which has the potential to be camouflaged to suit the situations. But that is a slight deviation from my topic of writing, today. Hence, I would refrain from commenting further.
This particular couple who took the coveted title of holding my attention was busy fighting. So engrossed were they in their tiff that the ocean of people around them seemed to be too navigable to ignore. The human tsunami of the mornings didn’t seem to bother them much. They continued expressing their displeasure freely and made no effort to pose to the numerous phone cameras that might have clicked to capture their moment. In a country where any display of affection becomes an issue of colonization of the deep-rooted culture and tradition, friction gets all the freedom to be practiced. Hence, couples do have the liberty to fight their guts out in public. Afterall we are a very free society and fights are free for all.
Result is that I have encountered a lot of couples engaged in severe battles. Thankfully all of them have been verbal with scope for fist-fighting within the private premises of their homes (viewership strictly on invitation). Funny, how we love to argue in full view when we are scared to even hold hands in public. Maybe, that is a safer way to shower our attention on the special one.
We fight on issues and non-issues, the older couples can create conflicts that could bring the whole world down over absolute nothings. And if you jump in to infect some peace, you are a bigger fool because the volcano of emotions will erode your sanity. While you will be left gasping for breath, soon, you’ll find them peacefully watching their favourite TV show sipping the good old sugarless tea. As if nothing has ever transpired and you’ve conspired to pollute their deeper sense of serenity. Better, don’t waste your time in peacekeeping mission. They won’t be successful when both the parties openly admit to firing at each other beyond the legal decimal level.
Coming back to the couple, their blood-soaked glare seemed lethal to kill each other. And I was living in fear every moment that passed by. Suddenly, the woman got down at a stop. Her man quietly followed, vividly shaking his head. She never looked behind to check his presence. She was confident that he will follow. Marriage has a way, I guess. You have no other option but to follow your partner. All I got to saw were the severely savaged high heels, she removed from her feet. She dumped it right away and kept walking on one pair, struggling to balance the weight. The guy automatically grabbed the fallen remains of the other pair and hovered around. The last my eyes could catch was the man holding firm to the irreparable shoe piece oblivious to the attention he drew. Who cares when you have a battle to win!
Do fight in public because that doesn’t draw much attention. And if you’re looking to create a scene then try blowing a kiss to your beloved you’re sure to draw some anger from the morality all around. Any eyebrows raised are just some incentives to add upon.


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