Texting some last-minute messages before take-off, I heard: “Excuse me, I think the window seat is mine”. The voice sounded familiar and as I raised my head, her eyes widened too.

Making way for her to reach the window seat, I settled in my aisle seat. The aircraft was moving forward, while I, in a 14-year flashback.

Our college days- the proposal- a pompous marriage- rosy life. Then things changed. I started forgetting important events and dates. Fights began. The culmination was my car accident. A long stay at hospital preceded my return to an empty house, with a divorce letter in the mail-box.

The guy at the pre-paid taxi counter kept asking about the contact number, while she kept searching for something in her bag. I stepped forward and told him the number.

“Wow! I admire your memory!!” She muttered while collecting the receipt.