Twenty two years of their marriage took a toll on him. He was unaware of the tiredness that grew within him. It wasn't that he didn't love her, but he was getting bored of her eventually. Flashbacks of the promises that he always made to her of staying together haunted him day and night. He needed an escape.
Nisha was approaching her early 50s. Anant's indifference was known to her as well. But she kept quiet. Twenty two years of happy married life with him always made her content, even when Anant didn't. She never wanted much for that matter. she had Diya, their eighteen years old daughter to always accompany her. They had become more of friends as Nisha singlehandedly brought her up.
Anant's transferable job never allowed him to experience Diya's childhood and he regretted it every moment of his life. He asked Nisha not once but a hundred times to move with him wherever he goes. Nisha didn't. She knew the problems Diya would face every time she changed schools, as she had gone through them herself. Nisha and her family were poor. She didn't have the opportunity to excel in her life even though she desperately wanted to. She wanted her dreams to come true for Diya, and hence the decision of staying back that Anant could never understand.
Today, after twenty two years, when Anant blamed Nisha for not staying with him when he was alone and working, Nisha didn't know who to blame. Anita's entrance to Anant's life had come like a shock to her. She didn't realize when and how Anant became so disloyal to her.
As the marriage was slowly treading towards its death, The Confusion remained within her, "Was it Me or You?"
