He regretted those words as soon as he uttered them..
yaad dilau tumhe.. she was driving him mad with all those accusations. He, a doctor, not value life? Him, Nachiket and not Neil, not value life? She had to be crazy - did she really think of him as such a big jerk? and how long had she thought that about him? The reason for their divorce definitely not his character assassination when they were married.. sure he was hapless sometimes because he just was not involved in things the way Ragini was.. he took the easy way out in social and family situations and that annoyed the heck out of her.. but surely she knew him as a person and knew that you cannot change the core of a person.. that remains constant..
So why did she come in and say all those things to him? He was still smarting under the pain of the insults and accusations as Ragini rushed out of the door enraged and upset by his comment about the reason of their divorce. He shouldn't have said that.. chuck it, he said to himself - SHE should not have said all that to me in the first place! He was adamant, he was not going to bow down in front of her for anything.. he wished and wished what she said was false.. about the change in the statement by Karan.. Karan had erred enough.. this was going to be a catastrophe if it were true..
He grabbed his car keys and started walking towards the door when his thoughts slowed him down.. he suddenly wished he could remind her of other things .. seeing her with Aman day in and day out had turned out to be a terrible idea.. and he was now considering getting his cabin shifted somewhere else.. so that he could spend the remainder of his days in India away from more heartburn.. he flicked the keys on the table and collapsed on the chair.. sinking in it as much as he could.. he could use a hot cup of coffee and someone telling him it was all going to be okay.. except it wasn't..
Closing his eyes, his mind made a mental list of the things he could have reminded her of, instead.. instead of upsetting her more by raking up old wounds.. instead of driving her to the tears he hated seeing in her eyes..
He wished he could remind her of those chilly days at their vacation home, when she'd prance around in his shirt all morning.. and would give him the immense pleasure of just holding her in his arms, in his shirt.. saying nothing, doing nothing.. but having the most beautiful time possible
He wished he could remind her of her kisses on his stubble when he'd get ready because he'd refuse to bend down and kiss her properly, because he liked to tease her so much.. because he liked to see her try..
He wished he could remind her of how she could never remain angry with him for more than a few minutes.. of how her anger would give way to exasperated sighs and demands of hugs and apologies from him and how that was all her ever needed and how it was so easy to apologise to her and how she never judged..
He wished he could remind her of the dreams they once saw together.. of themselves and their family.. of some day having a hospital of their own and doing the kind of work they wanted, for the betterment of society.. of living up to the ideals of their youth..
He wished he could remind her of how she'd shiver when his fingers danced on her waist as he pulled her closer.. the warmth of his palm spreading across her lower back as he gripped her there and then closer.. willing her to look him in the eye and her blushing even though they had kissed a hundred thousand times..
He sighed like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders..
He wished he'd reminded her of something else instead..