"She couldn't help but think that the story between them was somehow unfinished;that both of them were waiting to write the ending"

- Nicholas Sparks, The best of Me
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Nirmala's pov-

" Tui janeesh Nirmala, Diksha Banerjeer notun fascination poor ,old Rani , she didn't even leave her alone . The girl just got divorced , apparently her husband was cheating on her with his secretary who is half his age , it was good she caught him red - handed ."

I was too caught up in the problems of my life to pay attention to hear her gossip about Diksha Banerjee's favourite hobby and the gossip girl of Kolkata spreading in her columns about the misery of Rani Rajkot.

Painful and shameful to find ones husband cheating along with the fact that the entire world knows except you.

I know I would die in shame and my life would end.

Although Devendra hasn't said anything this silence speaks a thousand words and I am afraid our marriage is failing .

Everything I ever believed in is a lie , a lie I live everyday , a lie I forge into reality. My only consolation is my daughter. The reason we are not divorced. It is my question to you ,can everything you lived for be a lie .

I feel I am being cheated , Dev dosn't love me anymore , he does neither kiss me nor hold me . I am sick of my life, every sign shows he is cheating on me. I wonder if I will be Diksha Banerjee's next topic. The thought of it makes bile rise up my throat.

Imagine her columns headline " Nirmala Mitra divorced and desperate "

I am sure she will love that .

" Ai tui shunchish Nirmala, Saturday bridge game seven thirty Kolkata club "

I shook my thoughts and stared blankly ahead of me, Permita continued to chatter on about random things , one of her lovers had called and she wanted to tell me what conversation followed.

" Ajkal tor mon jeh  kothai thake , tui amar kotha shunechish naki shondeho , Mr Mitra me bolte hobe amar shundori bondhur kheyal rakhte "

I could roughly translate her words as she kept on asking about why I was distracted these days and she would ask Dev to take care of me , in between her sentences I was lost .

Lost in my own thoughts. If I could rewrite my life story , I would gladly turn back time to an unforgettable time in my childhood days.

When being young meant being free , playing hide and seek with village children my age , running wild in the lush green field, studying in pathshala under the open sky. The feeling , the euphoria, the rush of adrenaline as the wind sweeps me up to dance a waltz.

Every day a new dawn and an adventure.

Opening the east window, I see the sun light seeping in ; bringing along memories forgotten through the years . Her smile his only solace.

I wish I had confessed my feelings for him.

Palash. My every breath wants you .

How he could cheer me up with his simple words ?

The way he sang so well and played the flute made my heart skip a beat .

He was my best friend ,my first love .

Sometimes , I think about him and what he is doing in life .

" Mere Sapno ke Raja kab aye gi , mujhe chura leye jayengi "

The ringtone of Permitas phone distracted me from my reverie. Permita stood up pushing her plate of pakora and seeping a hot cup of chai before leaving .Her no nonsense attitude meant it was a business call which meant she was not in the mood to chit- chat anymore.

I admire this side of hers, it makes me proud that despite being a gossip queen she is serious about her life and profession.

I realized that I still loved him, it made me feel like a highschool girl crushing for the first time.

"Sometimes we forget to realize what something and someone is to us and time makes us realize. "

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Title: Those days

Permita at the beginning: Do you know Nirmala?

Permita second conversation- Are you listening Nirmala ?