It was a freezing December evening in Delhi. We were having our daily evening walk- sharing everyday aches. But all of it was about to end.
‘Can we go little further? Just a little more. Till the end of that flyover.’
‘No we can’t. We have to get back as well’
I didn’t reply to that. I stood silently. Stared at her face for few moments – not with anger or disappointment but with a question – and then turned back. I wasn’t questioning her. That couldn’t be. In those few moments I questioned myself. I realized a difference – between her and me; Or between everyone around and me.
I never planned for way back.
I still never plan a way back. Will you come for a walk with me?