FIFTY SEVEN
“I almost forgot. Who was it you were talking to at the bar yesterday?”
Reva asked on Monday morning as they were getting ready for work.
“This is the first time I met him. His name's Nimesh,” Maya said.
“He was cute,” said Esha.
“Yeah!” she smiled back.
Can we talk?
A message from Kartik. What's his problem, she thought, irritated.
He called her before she could reply.
“How are you doing?” He asked.
“I'm fine. How about you?” she asked back.
Both of them couldn't have cared less about each other.
“Do you plan to come back to Delhi?”
She did not know what to say.
“For what?” she heard herself saying.
“Maya, this can't go on. Either we are living together or we are not. You can't just go on sleeping with other people and be my wife too!”
“As if you've been a loyal husband?” she said.
“Then let's file for a divorce,” he said “Hmmm.”
“Maya, I know I have not been up to the mark. We are so different. Our expectations from each other are too demanding. There is no way we can fall in love with each other ever. I guess you should then tell your folks and I'll tell mine,” his tone was sobered. She realised he was right.
“The problem is we don't hate each other enough, but we don't love each other enough too,” he felt bad as he prompted his inner feelings. She sighed. How true it was she thought to herself.
“Why did you send me that message saying you missed me?” She sounded desperate.
“Don't you get weak moments, Maya. There are times when I wish we should have made it. Yet I don't think it's possible. It will only keep on adding to the baggage.” Maya could not agree any lesser.
“I'll send you the papers soon. Have a great life ahead,”he said hurriedly and disconnected.
“Hmmm.”
Maya almost choked.