Ever since Mahita mentioned that she was sharing the best friendship with me, I had mellowed down.
" See, you're answerless. You know what you're doing is wrong, Kamini. You've no respect for our relationship. You can't bear to lose your beauty or freedom or whatever it is for the sake of an offspring. And you're telling me your wedding saree is sacred. Don't you feel ashamed to speak of sanctity when you're not ready to put in your efforts for our relationship ?", I spat out.
She spoke after a minute.
" We have had our disagreements before, Vinod. But you've never spoken this way to me. I can speak the same way, Vinod. If you are affected in this relationship, so am I."
My anger had subsided a little.
"I'm sorry, for that outburst . But that doesn't mean I'm ok with all that you say and do," I said.
" Vinod, we all have reasons to do what we do. Some decisions we might regret in future, and they come back to haunt us. The ghosts of the past," she spoke, her voice reduced to a whisper.
Memories were ghosts for her ?
Why, I didn't know. Somehow I didn't feel like asking her what she meant. I moved away from our bedroom to the balcony to breathe in the fresh air.
Yet, the phrase hit me where it hurt the most.
Decisions that we might regret in future. Returning to haunt us in future. As ghosts......
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