#Crossroads part II
Well may be if i had prodded him a little, he would have relented. But honestly speaking, I didn't have the heart to do it. There is hardly anything Sid does for the sake of his own happiness and I didn't want to snatch away even these few hours of easy fun from him.
I myself didn't mind the drive through such picturesque locales beneath the dark monsoon sky. But the only thing i didn't like about it was the plenty of idle time I got. Sid was engrossed in driving, occasionally humming to the soft romantic numbers playing in the car. I on the other hand had nothing much to do, except peep out of the window, listen to the songs and think! And thinking is something i detest to the core. Actually I am scared, scared of my own thoughts and of the dark alleys where they lead me to.
This is the reason why I keep myself so busy, 9 to 9 six days a week and then emergency calls anywhere, anytime. By the time I reach home, I have only as much energy left in me to grab a quick bite and crash into my bed. In fact Sid and I mostly meet each other in the locker room of Sanjeevani . Even at home, if Sid ever has a light day, he prepares dinner and we have a so called dinner date and then retire to our own rooms. Sid is sweet isn't he.
I guess my second last statement must have confused you. What is this with separate rooms. We are supposed to be a married couple, sharing our bed and sharing our lives. Well that we are, for the rest of the world, a happily married handsome pair of lovebirds. But within the walls of Sid's 2BHK pent house, the picture is slightly different.
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