‘No…I don’t know you’, I blurted out and dashed to the door.
Was he still looking? I wanted to turn around, stop and see if he really was, but I didn’t – why did I not? I still wonder…
It had been ten long years; I pretended not to notice him. He, on the other hand, kept staring at me until I met his eyes. Our eyes locked for a few seconds and I relived every single moment that we had once spent together.
I lived a lifetime in those few seconds. What my life would have been like if…, a thousand questions arose in my heart, until they all were shut off by the sudden gruff voice. I instantly lowered my eyes.
My husband pushed back his chair and got up; I silently followed him.
I stopped after a few steps; Mohan was standing in my way; ‘Rihanaa?’, he uttered quietly, his eyes lit up and hovered over my face.
My throat dried up, my hands trembled.
‘No…I don’t know you’, I mumbled and darted to the door.
Ten years had passed; I still was afraid to look him in the eyes and say, ‘take me to your world…save me…please take me away…’.
What my life would have been like had I held his hand ten years back and run away…?
Written by Chirasree Bose.