The wine glasses clinked. The silent walls between them, witnessed a crack from the edge. Few remaining hours before 2019 got spent, they were glued to the table and chair combo having minimalistic conversation. They didn’t know the emergence of the topics, bestowed upon them but soon it elevated to a full-fledged discussion about the worldy affair.
While Ulia and Martin were busy discussing their lives, they heard a thud. A loud bang at the door. Their eyes met to follow each other’s gaze, only to be locked on the door.
Ulia thought of whether to open the door or let the moment pass. Wait for the night to dissolve or should she reach out to Martin and ask what he can forecast. The thud changed to another rattle.The minutes seemed like hours and all she could do was witness how Martin still looked calm in the chair. Who could it be was the initial question but soon that was replaced with – would opening the door change their lives in any possible way?
Ulia shifted from her chair to one beside Martin’s to ask what he thought should be done? What is the consequence? She could say that Martin too was waiting for the moment to pass and the bang to stop. Though he did not frown upon the event and seemed ready for what was behind the door.
With another thud, Martin choose to leave the drawing room. Ulia could not accompany his amble walk. She simply stared while Martin walked away into the dark corridors of the house, leading towards the door.
The knocking of the unknown felt a pang inside her heart, as if every furniture in the drawing room was swimming. She wished to absorb the warmth coming from the heater but alas, that did not stop the shivering. The thuding noise of the bang had rose, coupled with the frequency at which the person knocked at the door. Who is it? What is going to happen now? Ulia surfaced back to reality to catch up with Martin, who was waiting before the door for the thud to stop. Ignoring Martin, she opened the door and choose to welcome what was behind it.
The door opened to a lady with a beagle puppy in her hand.
“Hello, I live upstairs. So sorry to disturb you at this hour. But could you guys – foster my puppy for a few days?I have to be somewhere urgently.I am unable to contact anyone at this hour. I would call up somebody for your assistance by tomorrow or my friend would take her away if keeping her seems difficult. Would it be possible for you guys?”
Ulia, with the door ajar, looked at Martin to catch the underlying expression he exhibited. However, her eyes were locked into the doe-eyed puppy, staring back at her. If she lived alone, she would have entertained the thought and accepted it baring the consequence, but this time was different. She knew she could not impress upon her decisions on the guy standing next to her. From what she understood him, the guy reprimands the prompt behaviour within humans.
Martin knew that if Ulia behaved on her instinct again, their lives would change for some time atleast. Though he can be immune from the emotions surrounding the puppy. He sought the logical way into the equation with thinking about food, care, cleaning and all the probablities revolving around the thing which is capable of ruffling the house or the house rules.
For a second he looked at Ulia, her eyes shuttling between Martin and the puppy. He thought that no matter what happens, nothing can derail him from having his “another day” tomorrow. He did not know what he wanted but reflected about closing the door to keep distance with the four-legged thing.
There was a sticky silence between the individuals who stood next to each other, on one side of the door, against the individual carrying the puppy. The one on the other side of the line, was completely oblivious to the animated pros and cons list hanging above the two human heads. She could not fathom their life, which was not limited to the floor difference in the building but much beyond that.
To break the awkwardness of the moment, Martin decided what he thought was right and said…