The first time i slapped her, hard on the face, she placed her palm on her cheek and looked at me through her hair. How dare you, i could read her eyes. I felt great after that, completely lifted. The bad energy had drained away. I felt the weight which i don't know how to write about was also put aside. I felt calm and composed. Like if an airplane dropped next to me i would just take a chair and sit there and watch the people crawling out of the plane. Maybe some will burn too with the plane. But i would be sitting there watching them burn- i felt that kind of calm after i slapped her for the first time. It was in the bathroom. The mirror broke because she broke it. Then she took the toothbrush and threw it all over the floor. Then she cried. Wailed and moaned. That day her favorite parrot flew out of the cage. It was kept in the balcony. The parrot in the cage. She had taught the parrot to say "i love you" and each time i entered the room, the pareot would litter the atmosphere with its never-ending "I love you". It felt cute at first, but as time went by i wanted to break that bird's neck. But that day when i slapped her the parrot flew away to leave behind the desolate cage.
That night we removed our clothes and slept together. The mirror was broken, the toothbrush lying on the floor and the parrot that could say 'i love you' flew away.
