The mobile phone flashed “Ani calling” on its screen. Rohit said the shortest prayer he had ever said “ God, let her be in a good mood”
“Hi” , said a weak voice from the other end.
“Hi”, hesitatingly said Rohit , unsure of what was to come, although for the phone call to begin with a “hi” instead of “ I have decided something” was a good sign.
“ I forgive you. Come back home”
“ Oh thank God! I’ll be back in a half hour. I love you!”
“ Love you too.” And the voice on the other end trailed off.
Rohit was ecstatic. For the first time he did not bargain with the autowallah on his way back. There was just one question still rankling his mind- although he decided to let it pass. “But I still don’t get it. What had I done??”