STOPHERE📍

  pinterest.com A ndy C ostello wipes his face using a wet tissue paper. His eyes are on the signal, anxiously waiting for it to change, fidgets in his seat as the signal stays red and all around him, cars honk in protest of the signal, and he too leans on his horn, joining the cacophony. Andy was thirty-five years old, and he was a successful Architect. However, this year had been the worst year of his life. After a grumbling and abusive seven years of a non-workable marriage, he divorced his wife, Janet. It had been a bad marriage right from the start. Finally, it was over as the divorce had come through last month, and he was happy, not only happy, but relieved; he was glad that Janet agreed to the divorce without making any nasty scene. The Lord knows that he has tried to save their marriage. However, Janet had become unmanageable. Every day, she picked fights with  him over stupid matters, trying to accuse him of not taking care of her when he tried his level best to...