Fiction: A seemingly ideal couple goes on a final date on the day of their divorce
They hollered at an empty cab passing by. Shashi got in first, followed by Aditi. The taxi started slowly, manoeuvring through the traffic, taking Sovabazar Street. They were going to Aditi’s apartment on Southern Avenue, which was at the other end of the city.
The two sat looking out of the window. Then Shashi turned towards Aditi and asked, “So what are your plans now? Any plans to...of...I mean, do you have any plans to settle down any time soon?”
Aditi turned and asked, “Do you mean if I am planning to get married or not?”
Shashi laughed and replied, “No, no, I dare not ask that; if you had, you would have already told me about it.”
The taxi turned right onto Rabindra Sarani.
Aditi asked, “Do you know the name of this road?”
“Yes...it is Chitpur Road.”
“That is only for people like you, not for people like me.”
Shashi gave a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”
“Calcutta Corporation changed the name of this road to Rabindra Sarani long ago,” she smiled.
“Oh, is it?”
“Just a few minutes ago, you asked me what I will do from now on, so here is my answer. I will walk the path of Rabi and look at the coincidence; we are currently travelling on the road named after...
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