It was about to rain as I waited for the bus. A woman came and sat next to me on the bench. She was about fifty and looked like a middle class housewife. She looked harried and lost as she rummaged through her old black bag. It looked like a letter that she folded and placed it into her coat pocket. An old rickety bus stopped and she hopped into it.
The bus moved away. I saw a piece of folded paper next to me. The woman must have left it behind. I reached out for the letter which was crumbled and looked tear stained. It read :
My dear Leena,
I think it’s about time we end this little episode of ours. I need to get back to my life and you to yours. It is better this way. Too many people could be hurt. What will society say? I will miss you sorely but keep you in my heart.
My heart went out to her. She must be heading back to her loveless life and the rigmarole of being a housewife. There must be so many souls out there looking for love and happiness – at any given point of age and time.