Alas, all things have a natural end. I’m sorry it had to come to this, but our time is over.
It’s a myth that love affairs are riddled with happiness.
Sometimes, you nearly made me cry.
On the good days, you had me grinning ear to ear.
Despite our rocky time together, I’ll always remember the endless sunny days, our walks to school together, dancing to Marathi disco and eating Cadbury chocolate until our fingers got sticky.
I’ll think fondly of our lively dinners and visits to all the neighboring villages.
Most of all, I’ll miss our children. Make sure Sanghvi continues her studies. She’s so bright. And don’t let little Rohan get bullied anymore. Watch Suresh mature, I’m excited to see what kind of man he grows into.
As I lounge in Goa sipping frothy cocktails and admiring a pool boy’s behind, your memory will fade, but not your impact.
You forced me to discover reserves of patience I once thought was a mirage. You taught me to accept, even when I didn’t want to. How holding a child’s hand means more than offering an extravagant gift.
Thanks for these 3 months, it lasted longer than any of my relationships, really.
I’ll leave you with some pictorial tokens of my affection. Please don’t cry, you’ll only make it worse.