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27th July 2017

I’m trying to call him, but his phone seems to be busy. Like every day, he seems to abscond from the routine where I keep calling him for every little thing. Occasionally, when he picks call he says, “Madam jo chahiye ek baar me bolo, baar baar ghar pe delivery nahin dunga.”

You depend a lot on the retailer across the street when you’re 52 and single.

Sometimes I can manage to wait for my weekly ration, but today, I needed walnuts real bad. My kheer won’t be complete without them, and a date with Rajveer won’t be complete without a conversation over kheer after the lunch.

He still says that the sweetness of the kheer remains on his tongue even after he leaves. People at his office tell who approach him for an appraisal in salary in the second half of the third Friday – the day he usually goes out for lunch.

19th March 2014

It’s been a year since he lost his father. His visits to my place, and my random phone calls to the retailer for the walnuts have increased in the last 6 months.

His father, a man who wore the manual of truth on his sleeves. He almost disowned his son for hiding the truth from him.

They say, there is one thing which can unite or divide you. For us, it was one person – his father. 6 years of marriage or truth. He needn’t me tell his choice.

27th December 1992

It was cold, not as cold as his heart though, the heart which had supposedly caught fire again.

But this time, for someone else – someone who his family felt is a perfect choice, someone who was worth sacrificing a 6-year-old union, someone who could finally give him an heir, someone who wasn’t infertile.

12th October 2010

“It’s my birthday, professor.” The young, cheerful girl wearing a white coloured polka dotted skirt jumps her way into my cabin. For a minute, I put down my newly designed spectacles and wish her.

Like other students, she didn’t touch my feet. Yeah, I’m 45, and the recent promotion which announced me as the department head makes students do that. This girl force-feeds me a small bite of cheesecake. While going back, she says, “Ma’am, please give your contributions to the college magazine. I’m the coordinator this year.”

21st February 2011

“Kaira Rajveer Bakshi.” I read out the name under the student coordinators section as I opened the college magazine.

20th Feb 1992

I had just announced the impossibility of maternity to Rajveer and after a week of uncomfortable silences, sudden breakouts and untimely sulking, he promised “We’ll adopt one, a girl. I’ve thought of a name too. And I won’t leave you. I promise.”

He did fulfil his promise. Only the latter one. He never left. He just maintained distance.

For 25 years now!

He never left, he kept coming back. To give me money, to say sorry, to sleep in my arms, to accept that he succumbed to societal pressure when his wife was carrying the baby.

The baby who was the reason which kept him away from me had brought him back again, although for just a night, for the college cultural fest, for the father’s day promise of meeting me once a month.

He never went away, and it hurts!

*The characters named in the story are fictional.

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This engineer-turned-media pro aims at engineering creativity. A dreamer, she's out in this world to win hearts and sell smiles for free! If there's a man draped in funny-looking purple robe, she'll write about it. If you have one ear on either side of your face, she'll write about that too. She loves expressing so much that she often reads out to empty rooms and yells, "I know you're listening!" Her love for expressions, Bollywood and romance is truly undying, unconditional and unapologetic!

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