“हल्ली झोपताना चष्मा काढ… अशी आठवण करून द्यायला तू नसतेस ना! त्यामुळे कित्येकदा मी चष्मा घालूनच झोपतो! पण आता इथून पुढे तसं होईल असं मला वाटत नाही. बरोबर ना?”
Come back to me. Can you not see that… without you… my days are gloomy and nights, miserable? was what he wanted to say but he ended up making a different but equally blunt confession. The confession that he hadn’t quite imagined himself to be making! Not to her, definitely!
He couldn’t precisely pinpoint what it was that brought those words out of him so smoothly.
Perhaps, it was the comforting night that had returned to his life with the fragrance of her presence after what felt like ages to him.
Perhaps, it was the concern shimmering in her eyes for him that he had secretly longed to witness.
Perhaps, it was the overwhelming feeling that warmed his heart when she scooped his face in her palms and made him look at her while she dried his wet hair.
Perhaps, it was the way her girlfriend mode got switched off and her wife mode activated when she caught water droplets on his glasses, took them off and wiped them dry – refusing to allow them to blur his vision.
Perhaps… it was… just her.
Just her and her presence,
Making him acknowledge how he could stand anything but her silence.
A mistake he had made by calling her a mistake,
Oh how desperately he wished if, for that scene of their life, he could have a retake!
He knew that he could not erase that scene from their life,
But he had vowed to put his entirety at stake if needed to bring back his wife!
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