(As told to Dua Prayaag)
He would always come receive me from airports and train stations. No, I never wanted him to pick up my bags. My suitcases had wheels, I could drag them. I didn’t realise he had started getting uncomfortable with a strong independent woman like me. It’s only when I caught him cheating on me that I understood what he was missing. He preferred the kohl eyed, saree clad siren.
It had been two years, yet every time I came back from a trip, I would imagine a Hollywood style entry of the villain turned hero of my life, waiting with a rose and an apology at the station.