TWO
“Why are we so desperate to be loved?” Nemo had asked her while looking at the sea one day. Why is it that the whole world is in search of that one blissful moment where everything ends? Yet we are so scared of new beginnings. Then and there Maya had thought he nailed it. We are so desperate. Allofus. Aren't we? That's what makes us so needy and vulnerable to pain.
Maybe she should not have pleaded Kartik to marry her. That was her first mistake. She should have waited, should have been emotionally self-dependent.
It was while she was married to Kartik and trying to figure her life without him, did shemet Nimesh. He was infectiously cheerful and that made her fond of him.
Maya never imagined that the intensity would grow by leaps and bounds? In a daze, she kept looking at the Facebook page. Come back and surprise me, you kid. What did you prove by killing yourself?
As if from a projector, images of Nimesh flashed matching up to her big, rainbow coloured eyes. The assortment of images flashed on for a while, and then a feeling of blankness conquered her mind.
She collapsed on the bed. Nimesh was gone and so was her sleep. The hours limped slowly, very slowly into the morning.