“I'm sure your meeting her helps,” said Chandra.
“That's again a dilemma,” said Sathya resignedly. “I'm dying to apologize to her telling the telling affects of poetic justice on my life but I'm afraid my trespass on her life might open up her old wounds making her even sorer about it now. At least, I can spare her that, shouldn't I? I feel it is better that I wait till we grow older by which time she would've put the memory of my deceit in the vault of her forgotten past, which means that I've to bear my cross that long or may even die with my burden of guilt intact. That's about the uncertainty of life and death.”
“It's no choice of love?”
“Sadly we both took turns to let down our love when life gave us the choice,” said Sathya
“Is it your guilt alone that's urging you to see her?” said Chandra probing further.
“I'm craving to see her more than ever,” said Sathya, lamenting about his loss, “and to put it in Kala's words, I'm the one who lost her love. As I told you, I was blind to her charms in the beginning, but after losing her I realized what a desirable woman she is. The irony of our love was that she came into my life as akaccha girl and got out of it as a pucca woman, making it a premature affair either way. Had she not disclosed her love to me then, I would've fallen for her as she grew up anyway. The ironical tragedy of our love-less life is that she courted me when I was half-hearted and banished me when I craved for her heart and soul.”
“I think,” said Chandra, “it's time we moved.”
“If you don't mind,” said Sathya, “I would freshen up.”
"Oh, how small the world really is,‟ thought Chandra in wonderment, "why, smaller than Prema would've ever imagined! But then, hasn't Sathya thrown me into a dilemma? Left to us, won't Prema's path of divorce take us to ménage á trios sooner or later? Maybe, sooner than later, that is. What a wonderful woman she's to have, that too with Nithya's prop up! Oh, how that would enliven my own life even more! But, having known it all, won't it be cruel to keep the wronged lovers apart that too when they need each other more than ever before. What if I'm caught at some point of time, Nithya might be sympathetic but can I ever show my face to Prema? Oh, how saddened she would be to know that she was fated to have tricksters for mates. More so, if I fail them, won't I have to live in guilt all my life? Well, let me render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's.‟