She was making page 3 headlines and she wasn’t enjoying it. 

Throughout the last decade of her marriage to one of the most sought after movie stars she had painstakingly kept herself away from all the glitter and grime.

But it’s as if all those who’d sought her exclusive interviews in the past and had been unflinchingly turned down were seeking vengeance.  From her dwindling credit status to  guesstimate the supposed alimony she was seeking right up to drawing lists of reasons why her picture perfect marital universe was now a big gaping black hole. She was in news every single day and this was effecting her ability to be rational about her life right now.


Sipping tea in her mother’s balcony away from the constant stare of paparazzi that had stationed themselves at her husband’s penthouse she tried to hang on to whatever was left in her life that was close to normalcy.

Here were the facts. She was thirty five. A star wife , scratch that,  an ex star wife and out of work for a decade now. What lie ahead was a long road of uncertainty and obscurity and the first stop of massive humiliation was more or less crossed so how tough would it be?

She had always been a misfit , just like him. She was the most promising student of their batch , he barely anyone of consequence when they started dating each other half way through their Communication Course. Not too many people were aware that he was the son of a producer . But he had no tinsel town dreams , or for that matter any plans as such when his life was concerned . He was lost and she had found a poet in him during their conversations in the canteen over cutting chai and maska bun.

She pitied the girls who would lose themselves and their sense of identity as soon as they fell in love. She was her own person and if it wasn’t for her , he would have remained lost and directionless and perhaps would have made it to the decade’s ‘list of star kids gone awry’.

But he didn’t. His style of poetry was what the turn of the century cinema was looking for and she was his muse. She felt a personal sense of victory , like she’s rescued a puppy from the neighborhood brutes , when he got on stage for his first award. He proposed the very same night and she felt like it was the most natural next step. He needed her , she saw that and that’s all there was to it.

A decade later, now that he had shifted tracks to mainstream movies from writing lyrics and had found his soul- mate again in the teenager who was frolicking along with him in his latest movie’s freshly released promos , she knew he didn’t need her anymore .

She was useless now.

So what next. The separation would be like pulling off a band aid. Hurtful but eventually help her heal . Very soon the media would find another bait and they’d move on like her husband of course , but she didn’t know what exactly was she supposed to move on to.

Was she supposed to release a yoga DVD ? Or start inaugurating designer boutique stores?Should she now update her resume and look for copywriting jobs in advertising firms reporting to perhaps kids half her age?

What does one do , when one doesn’t know what’s to be done?

And there it was . The answer that had been right there in front of her eyes. She took out her half-written manuscript . The one she had started working on a couple of years back while accompanying her husband to those mundane script readings, song recordings and outdoor shoots . It started off as a means to kill time but she’s discovered a gossip girl inside her very proper , very sophisticated exterior.

It was time to finish off the last chapter . But before that , she had to make a call.

She dialed her only friend in the film fraternity.

“I have an excellent idea for a script. You want to take a look?”

She’d saved a lost soul a decade back. Now at half past thirty , it was time to redeem herself.

 Everyday Women

This 26 part fiction short story series is inspired by women who are like you and me . Not superheroes , but Everyday Women.  They have a voice , a dream , a vision , an intent or even a point of view. These slice of life tales are work in progress – if you can share a personal story in the comments it may help me conjure up a story .Would truly appreciate!

You can read about #AtoZChallenge here & read my Theme Reveal Post here.

If you wish to read the #EveryDayWomen stories thus far , you can find them on AtoZChallenge Page .

Happy Reading !

Half Past Thirty #AtoZChallenge Day 8
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15 thoughts on “Half Past Thirty #AtoZChallenge Day 8

  • April 10, 2016 at 12:22 pm

    Good story .
    When woman became the use and throw thing in man’s life .
    I hate this all things, why they don’t understand that no one would love them more than the person who brought them to life .

    Did she call him for the script ?

    • April 10, 2016 at 8:06 pm

      Very interesting . so what do you think happened in the end and thereafter?

      • April 10, 2016 at 8:38 pm

        Now may be the Guy liked the spirit and wanted to use that, butvfelt ashamed of his act …
        And the lady would say a ‘no’ and bring his mask face in public

    • April 10, 2016 at 8:03 pm

      Thanks Kaddy.. how’s the challenge coming along for you?

  • April 10, 2016 at 8:04 pm

    Thanks Pooja .. there are 18 more to go , I certainly have no option but to write more .. and I can only hope that you come back and read .. wink wink!

  • April 10, 2016 at 8:04 pm

    Wow. Brilliant written. Like I say always. Coming back for more! ?

  • April 10, 2016 at 8:05 pm

    Thanks Ramya.. so what do you think happened in the end? Who did she call?

  • April 10, 2016 at 11:14 pm

    Intriguing. Good luck in the rest of the challenge.

  • April 11, 2016 at 1:06 am

    Nicely written story. I was wondering who could the real life character be … but then let go.
    The story is so universal it could really be anybody’s story.

    Will come back for more.

    All the best with the challenge.

  • April 11, 2016 at 11:53 am

    I am happy that she hasnt been wasting her time and come up with a script – but I would certainly think very less of her if she called up her husband and that he was her only friend in the industry…

  • April 12, 2016 at 12:22 am

    There is a certain appeal to all your stories that make me want to not miss a single post. Whether two people love each other or not, separation is tough and it is scary, good for our girl that she’s decided to take it as it comes and deal with it 🙂

  • April 12, 2016 at 2:28 am

    Now it was time to redeem herself!
    Spot on! I got to see the messy side of celebrity divorces through your post. There are too many happening around, and it makes me think: If the rich ones also can’t find love, then who exactly finds it?


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