Arsee’s little stories 42

The roads were desolate like she felt. Rain washed and abandoned. She saw the road sign that said international airport through the refraction of the rain spattered window. This was it. It was over. He let her go so easily. Seven years of togetherness and over in a week. She had to be in Singapore for a year and he couldn’t do long distance he said. Just a year she pleaded. He was adamant. The bane of being a woman? Always have to decide between ambition and love? She let him go. Tears and check in, no call from him, immigration, still nothing, flight announced, he had let her go too. It was before the flight attendant asked them to switch their cell phones off that the message popped, “Dear K, it dawned on me today that when we talk of ambition, strangely we never talk of love. I have decided to take a year off. Took the earlier flight to Singapore. Will see you there with the welcoming committee!” The passengers in business class had no idea why the woman on 6K was sobbing so loudly.

-Arsee.