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‘Strangely, I liked that you met my kids.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah. They are a huge part of my life. Nice to share it with you.’

Somehow, he made it all seem less terrible.

‘That’s sweet of you to say. They are amazing kids.’

‘Thanks. They liked you. Aryan kept saying Feedy Didi.’

I sent a smiley back.

‘You don’t even talk to me these days,’ Neel sent another message.

‘What’s the point?’ I replied.

‘We can only know the point of talking if we do the talking, right?’

‘It’s fine. Nothing to be said. Mistakes happen.’

‘Stop calling it a mistake. Please.’

‘Fine.’

‘Can we talk? Like catch up properly? Instead of avoiding each other.’

‘I don’t know, Neel. I am not in a good place.’

‘What happened?’

‘Nothing specific. Just low.’

‘Can I be there for you? At least a little bit?’

‘We will talk later,’ I said.

‘We are going to Seoul next week. Can we catch up then?’

‘Sure,’ I said.

‘Thank you. Just don’t avoid me.’

‘Can’t seem to, as it turns out. Even on weekends,’ I said.

‘You are funny. Anyway, goodnight.’

‘Goodnight. By the way, Kusum is really sweet.’

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘She liked you.’

‘Because she doesn’t know me,’ I said.

‘Don’t say that.’

I sent a smiley back. He replied with a long message.

‘Anyway, Kusum is nice. I am not going to say she is a horrible person, Radhika. But she and I just don’t share that connection. Not even a tenth of what you and I have. None, actually.’