(As told to Antara Majumder)
I spotted him at the breakfast buffet. Yes, it was him. In his branded attire, loading his plate with sausages. His broad shoulders, clean shaved chin and firm jaw appeared almost the same as six years ago. A slide show of memories started flashing through my mind, our courtship days, marriage, separation.
I did not want him to notice me. But the Almighty had a different plan. He saw me. It took a few awkward seconds for him to collect himself and wave at me. I was uncomfortable, yet permitted him to sit down next to me. We started chatting formally with ‘How are you’ and stuff like that. I could not stop noticing a few strands of grey in his hair.