Kiran held the worn, yellow piece of paper in his hand. He could not believe what he saw. He read it again…
Dear Priya,
It pains me to be the bearer of this knowledge. Being your best friend, I feel morally bound to bring this to your notice. I could not get myself to speak these words to you, hence this letter.
Yesterday I saw Kiran in a compromising pose in the cinema hall with a girl I have never seen before. They were gone before I could confront them.
Stay strong. This will also pass…
Yours,
Anu
All the memories came rushing back. This explained the unanswered phone calls and the sudden disappearance of Priya from his life. She had blindly believed her friend.
He was trying to digest the implications of this letter, when his wife, Anu, entered the room with his morning coffee. When she saw the letter in his hand, she froze, all she thought was, “What a fool I am to have retained that letter as a symbol of my triumph?!”
