SIXTY FOUR
“Hey did you see this contestant dancing. She rocks, yeah.” Reva was watching a dance reality show on TV.
“I don't follow it regularly ,” Maya replied. “Coffee?” Reva nodded.
She went to the kitchen to make some instant coffee.
“Maya, my parents called me today. They want to find a guy for me to get married to,” Reva announced. “I want to go back to Delhi,” she continued. “I miss my parents and sister.”
“Me too. I miss my dad. Even my stepmother, would you believe it?” she got two red cups for themselves. That injected some levity into the conversation.
“I wish we were children again. But if our parents had also wished the same we wouldn't be here, I guess,” said Reva, laughing. She lowered the volume of the TV and turned towards Maya.
“Yes. I too miss our school days. Friends, pranks, masti. No boss, no boyfriend, no in-laws to screw you, no competition, no misery, no loneliness and no graveyard balcony”her eyes became moist.
“Yup, it's funny. We used to talk so much and now though we live together there seem to be no time for a smile,” Reva said as she churned her coffee.
“I know I was rude.” Their gaze met.
“It's fine,” Maya gave a superficial smile.
“At times I take you for granted, I know that. It's not your fault. Not even with Esha. We are responsible for our choices. Like you say always,” she smiled.
“Thanks Baby. You know I love you .” Maya smiled back.
“Why don't you marry again,” asked Reva.
Maya chuckled. “Marry whom?”
“Vikram!”
“Vikram? Nonsense.” Maya dismissed.
“What do you mean? He loves you.”
“He is just a very good friend.”
“Has anyone told you that you are an idiot?” Reva asked her, smiling.
“I am going to miss you.” Maya acknowledged.
“Me too.”
“Hope you are not angry with me anymore.”
“I never was. It was anger on myself,” she hugged Maya.
Maya wondered how all situations and circumstances in life are temporary. Everything passes, everything wears out, and everything breaks.