Meera wanted to go back. But she kept telling herself, this one trip to meet him. Wouldn't it be wrong not to? After all, she had spent considerable money and time to reach this far. She confided in her best friend, her sister almost, about her apprehensions about the trip. Anu knew how much Meera wanted to go for the trip. To meet him, one more time. God knew how things would turn out to be, the next time they met.
Anu called their childhood friend. Come soon, she said. We need to make this trip. Go with Meera...couldn't we go?, she enquired. Krish knew these girls since school. They had grown up together. He knew Meera like the back of his hand. He said he would plan everything, but needed money. Meera was rich, her husband was, in fact. He wondered, what would she be telling him? About spending this money. They were told not to post any pictures on Facebook. So it meant she was doing this in stealth. But it was the need to meet him, one last time as lovers? Lovers? How lame. Meera had been married for three years to another man, a man who was chosen by her parents. She seemed happy with him, settling for the life of luxury, designer clothes, foreign vacations. But why did she come back to India, then? Surely, it couldn't have been so happy. Else why would she return to meet her long lost lover? There was that word again. Lover. They were children, holding hands in school, pretending to be in a relationship. But that was school. Hadn't Anu pretended the same? Anu, with the relationship issues with everyone, the sour childhood, with her tantrums he had come to love. But he was confused too about what she wanted from him.
Anyways, there was time to think about all this. For now, the trip. Yes. To Pondicherry. In car. Two women, girls really, and him. To meet the lover, yet again.
Meera transferred money to his account. Anu is broke always. So Meera said she would pay for the car and the hotel, and the expenses. Fully paid trip. Wow.
But in the car, Meera went back, to another time, another life. She dreamt about a life that she lived now. With Mohan, it was so easy. She loved the fact that he gave her money, in her account, every month. Took her for dinners, bought her jewellery, flowers, trips around the world. She adored him. But love? No.
Love, was in another time, another life, almost. She had met Vivek in school. He was popular. Girls worshipped him. She wasn't bad either, was she? With her good looks, wealthy background, popularity was hers too. But they had just been in sync - from the first day they met. Behind the stage, he had been pushed forward by a bunch of his friends. He proposed a friendship. Meera knew it was coming and she knew her answer as well. She would love to be friends. Then it began. Rumors spread, but they didn't seem to care. She loved Vivek and he loved her. Parents got a whiff, and she was whisked off after classes, back home. No more cool drinks and puffs after school. But they met during breaks, he bunked classes for her. It went on.
Then they lost touch. He had become too local for her taste, too much of a country lad. Parents sent her off to study more. She fell in and out of love. But nothing was the same as with him.
A marriage and three years later. She realised. She had to go back to her another time. another life.
Anu called their childhood friend. Come soon, she said. We need to make this trip. Go with Meera...couldn't we go?, she enquired. Krish knew these girls since school. They had grown up together. He knew Meera like the back of his hand. He said he would plan everything, but needed money. Meera was rich, her husband was, in fact. He wondered, what would she be telling him? About spending this money. They were told not to post any pictures on Facebook. So it meant she was doing this in stealth. But it was the need to meet him, one last time as lovers? Lovers? How lame. Meera had been married for three years to another man, a man who was chosen by her parents. She seemed happy with him, settling for the life of luxury, designer clothes, foreign vacations. But why did she come back to India, then? Surely, it couldn't have been so happy. Else why would she return to meet her long lost lover? There was that word again. Lover. They were children, holding hands in school, pretending to be in a relationship. But that was school. Hadn't Anu pretended the same? Anu, with the relationship issues with everyone, the sour childhood, with her tantrums he had come to love. But he was confused too about what she wanted from him.
Anyways, there was time to think about all this. For now, the trip. Yes. To Pondicherry. In car. Two women, girls really, and him. To meet the lover, yet again.
Meera transferred money to his account. Anu is broke always. So Meera said she would pay for the car and the hotel, and the expenses. Fully paid trip. Wow.
But in the car, Meera went back, to another time, another life. She dreamt about a life that she lived now. With Mohan, it was so easy. She loved the fact that he gave her money, in her account, every month. Took her for dinners, bought her jewellery, flowers, trips around the world. She adored him. But love? No.
Love, was in another time, another life, almost. She had met Vivek in school. He was popular. Girls worshipped him. She wasn't bad either, was she? With her good looks, wealthy background, popularity was hers too. But they had just been in sync - from the first day they met. Behind the stage, he had been pushed forward by a bunch of his friends. He proposed a friendship. Meera knew it was coming and she knew her answer as well. She would love to be friends. Then it began. Rumors spread, but they didn't seem to care. She loved Vivek and he loved her. Parents got a whiff, and she was whisked off after classes, back home. No more cool drinks and puffs after school. But they met during breaks, he bunked classes for her. It went on.
Then they lost touch. He had become too local for her taste, too much of a country lad. Parents sent her off to study more. She fell in and out of love. But nothing was the same as with him.
A marriage and three years later. She realised. She had to go back to her another time. another life.
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