Siddhant is impatient. It's 5 minutes straight since he has been waiting for Roli outside the temple. "What's taking her so long?" he wonders aloud. He paces up and down as he takes impatient glances at his watch. Finally, Roli turns around and makes her way out.
He begins to get irritated, but stops. Something's wrong. Her eyes look glassy. Emotional. He breaks into a sheepish grin. "Okay, let me guess. You were praying that we live till the end of time." "No," she replies. "Then?" asks Siddhant, "that nothing should come in between us?" "No," replies Roli again. "Ok, I give up. What is it? Tell me."
Roli looks hesitant as her eyes wander around in the distance and rests on Siddhant's. She almost gets a shock. When he looks at her like that, she just can't keep anything from him. Nothing. "Tell me na yaar," he coaxes.
"Siddhantji," she begins, "I was praying that we live for a very long time." Siddhant laughs. "Well, that's what I asked you before," he says. "But," Roli interrupts, "someday, one of us must go, when God calls us." Siddhant's smile fades away. She is talking about death, separation. "Roli..." he begins to protest. But Roli stops him. "I wish we live till a hundred and more... but if one of us were to die, let it be you, first."
Siddhant looks at her, bewildered. "Because, if I were to die first, my soul would never rest, knowing that you'll miss me badly. Knowing that you will cry everyday. I cannot bear that. God made me a woman. He built me to endure pain. All kinds of pain. If you die first, I would be happy. Because I know that you're in good hands. I know God will take care of you, till I join you."
Siddhant's eyes well with tears. He can't bear to imagine living without her. He pulls her close and hugs her. "I love you na yaar."
"I love you too na yaar," whispers Roli.