I looked up – ‘yes?’, then quickly looked down.
What is he doing here, I thought, yet maintained a straight face.
‘Hey, what a great surprise!!’ He exclaimed, sat down beside me on the bench, a playful smile tugging on his lips.
‘You!…here?’ I forced out a smile, as if seeing him didn’t affect me in any way.
‘Yeah, I moved to this city a month back. What about you?’
I got lost in my thought, how can he be so normal around me. I lowered my head and wondered.
‘When did you move here?’ He repeated, his eyebrows scrunched up.
I cleared my throat – ‘A year back.’
‘Okay.’ He smiled and a silence followed. ‘This place is exquisite, isn’t it?’ He added a while later, taking a deep breath. The indifference on his face made me more restless.
I nodded silently, how does it not hurt him to see me…doesn’t he –
My thought was interrupted by his words; ‘How is Rohan?’ He asked.
He must be doing it intentionally, I thought, then said, ‘Don’t you know anything?’
‘No…’ He frowned.
‘Rohan and I separated.’ I lowered my eyes.
‘Oh!’ He looked uncomfortable.
‘You were right, Abhay…I shouldn’t have – ‘ I’d just lifted my hand to place it on his, when his cellphone rang and he removed his hand to answer it.
‘Hey, I’ve to go…’ he said, finishing the call.
I stretched out my hand, then gathering all my courage asked, ‘Can we meet again?’
He grinned – ‘Of course, we can…in fact I was just going to invite you for lunch.’
My eyes glinted, the dead part inside of me hoped to be alive again; I smiled and opened my mouth to speak, but he cut in – ‘my wife would love to meet you.’
‘Your wife!!’ I mumbled, then composed myself – ‘When did you get married?’
‘A year back…’ He smiled to himself as if lost in some fond memory and added a moment later, ‘had you not left me to marry him, I would’ve never met the right one…’
I silently watched him go away; …and had I stayed back, I would’ve never lost the right one…, I sniffled away the tears.
Written by Chirasree, a dreamer for Tale Weaver – No 122 – 1/6/17 – The Park