Kanta and I have been friends for over 30 years. Kanta, now in her late 60s and beset with a host of ailments, in a remorseful state narrated her life story to me. Perhaps she felt close enough to me and something triggered the confession?
Kanta was all of 16 when she fell in love. At 16, she had not shed all of her puppy fat, had a cute face with a hint of dimples whenever she smiled and was quite attractive in her own way. Kunal was a young fighter pilot, about 25 years old, fair with an aquiline nose and an impish smile. He was a frequent visitor to the local club. It was here at the club where Kanta and Kunal met for the first time and sparks flew all over.
Kanta’s father was in the Army. Her mother was a very attractive lady. The family would be at the club almost every evening.
While Kanta’s dad would head for the bar as soon as they reached the Club, her mother would cosy up to a bachelor friend of her father.