On a winter afternoon, after more than two decades, our story ended with two signatures. I did not shed a tear but did I detect a tremble in my fingers as I signed the document that would seal our fates? It felt surreal…
Afterwards, we went for a cup of tea and a plate of pakora thongba and we sat and talked about this and that and spent maybe the last half an hour of our lives that we will ever spend together.
As I looked at him, I realised I do not hold any grudge - I just want him to be happy. I guess that is what they call love. Memories are all I will have of him.
As I rode away in an auto (I don’t know why I love this mode of transport), with the winter breeze blowing my straw like hair (I have no idea what I am writing), I sighed and swallowed a tear…
ckyn…..
