“I thought you were done packing? What’s all this?” Aaman stared at the four baggages that lay open with me sitting in the middle.

“I’m re-packing.” I muttered and dreaded the next question which came anyway.

“Why?”

I sighed and stared at a hard top VIP bag and replied “Because I am stupid.”

Silence

Then came a quieter question

“Why are you mad?”

“Because the bag is heavy and I don’t have much in it.”

“So, can’t you lighten it?”

Pitch rises

“I did but it is still FUKIN’ heavy.”

“Then, let’s get rid of it and get a lighter bag.”

“NO.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to get rid of it.” I snapped

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why don’t you want to get rid of it?”

“I got it in my trousseau”

“That’s silly, we will be paying extra for sentimentality.”

Silence followed by minute of inaction then I grabbed the bag and emptied out all the stuff on my lap.

Aaman watched me in silence. I grabbed another bag and emptied out its content and stared it and then did the same to another suitcase. He continued to watch me as I got more agitated.

“Why are they so heavy? They are just clothes.”

“Why?” I mutter again

“Are you asking me?”

“No. It was a rhetorical question.”

I opened a fifth bag and stared at it angrily. By then the room was full of overturned suitcases and an overly irate woman.

“I don’t want to go to Boston.”

“I really don’t want to go.” I stressed each and every word and sait next to Aaman.

He smiled as he knew what was coming but still asked

“Why?”

I started to blubber as tears threatened to fall. I clenched my fingers.

“I don’t want to go because my bags are too heavy.”

“We can pay for the heavy baggage.”

“No, I don’t like heavy bags.”

I became mulish.

“Dee, you are tired, with all that apartment cleaning, kids and now this. Relax for awhile.”

“No! I can’t take this- My bags are too heavy. I don’t want to go.”

“Fine then we won’t go.”

“But we have to go.”

“Yes, we have to go.”

“But my bags are too heavy.”

We both sighed and stared at the tossed out clothes- the bags were too heavy.