I have avoided recounting memories of any of the places affected. But today indulge me only for a while. I have already written about the Sea Lounge…but I had my first meeting with my ex at the Oberoi.
I got married there.
And a couple of days after our divorce, we met at the same Oberoi lounge area off the lobby. I reached early. Fortunately, the same sofa was occupied. I had to take the only one available, which was across from it. He walked in. We were meeting because I had to take my things. He then fished inside his pocket and brought out the rings – the wedding one, a gold band and one with some gemstone.
“Do you want them back?”
No. But I took the gold band. I had given it to him when I heard him talking with a friend and they were discussing about visible symbols of marriage.
The symbol was redundant because the purpose had become so.
We had coffee. I paid. The first time he had.
Another life’s transaction was completed.