Wrong

She knew what she was doing. Enslaving time. Enslaving emotions.

She knew it was wrong… but for a change that gave her the strength.

For ages we have been told not to do the wrong thing. But one day, suddenly, when you have to pick and choose between right and wrong, you pick wrong. Why? Because, you want to see what’s wrong with the ‘wrong’… because, you are tired of doing the ‘right’… because, you want to be wrong.

When you confess that you did the wrong thing, your acceptance is reciprocated with sympathy first, anger and destruction threats later. In relationships people do things which, according to the ethics of the world, are wrong. The wrongness of the thing gives them the strength to do it.

The moment she saw him, her eyes filled with tears. She didn’t want to explain anything to him, she didn’t want accept anything, she didn’t want to accept her fault. They had been together for over 3 years. She wanted to go. She was being consumed with guilt. She didn’t want to face that either.

She knew what she was doing was wrong. He shouted, cried, pleaded, threatened, cribbed, lied… slowly the realization dawned on him.

He let her go. Simply. Mildly. He knew it was wrong. She knew it was wrong. She knew she wanted to go. He knew, she won’t.

Because, he knew, it was wrong for her to let go of him. He knew she wanted to do the wrong thing. Because, she wanted to see what’s wrong with the ‘wrong’… because, she was tired of doing the ‘right’… because, she wanted to be wrong.

This time wrong was right.