Then, I figured, what the hell: nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I called, and was pleasantly surprised to hear her excited response, when I ident...fied myself and asked if she remembered me from last night."Of course, I remember you, silly," she said breezily. "How could I forget?"The gist of the conversation was that she agreed to go out with me after I got off work that night. It would be a late-night date, but after a few years in my job, I had learned where the hot spots are that cater. While we are here, I spend most of my time at my brothers place while my wife stays at her parents. The first morning after I arrived, I was having my morning tea when the doorbell rang. I opened the door. It was the maid.I am still not sure of her age but I would guess she was in her late 30’s or early 40’s. I don’t even know her name. Everyone calls her “maavshi” which means aunt in Marathi. I have noticed that in India maids are not treated with much respect, they are invisible to people.. We all laughed and this made the environment quite light. After talking for some more over coffee, Anurag said lets start the action and he got up and went inside the room. In a minute he came out with some exotic massage oil and put it in the table. I said I am ready and looked at Priyanka, her eyes said a yes too. I fell in love with those eyes, so bright, beautiful and expressive and the kajal just made it look so perfect.I asked her too change. She called us in the bedroom after sometime. He understood it clearly now. You can never go back. It was the first inkling of clarity he had had in years. Life had been cruel to him, sure, and he was certainly no fan of fate, but maybe it was doing him a favor here. As his eyes dragged the surface of her aging, tired skin, he felt it all the more succinctly. He began to see past the infinite beauty of unrequited love, and could suddenly view her for what she truly was. She was a train wreck. She was a beautiful, nostalgic, tattered.