*26* Dear Ridhima

Preety places a mug of steaming coffee in front of me, “Here.” she smiles, “How are you lately? We are not seeing enough of you.” she seeps from her mug, while she asks me casually.

I sigh, “NewAge is consuming all my time.” she looks at me with a frown and then her eyes move towards my ring. The look which I am too accustomed to flashes in her eyes. She too wants to know what I am going to do with my life.

It’s been three months. Every day comes with a new set of problems. People who used to ask me about him, have stopped asking. As if they already know that he is not coming back. I have managed to gather my wit and email him thrice, those got delivered but I didn’t get any reply to any of them. Thinking he might need more time, I have stopped emailing him. But after three months, my patience has been wearing off. I need to see him, I need to talk to him about us. Maybe I am being selfish, but I am done waiting for him.