By Somali K Chakrabarti The flight landed at Gatwick airport on a cloudy Saturday. After clearing through the immigration, Anika collected her luggage and headed towards the Arrivals hall. It was the mid of March, in 2003. This was Anika’s first trip to Brighton; she was posted there, from Delhi, on a consulting assignment. The wind outside was chilly. It started drizzling as she got into the cab. It was a 45 min drive from Gatwick to Brighton. On reaching the Bed & Breakfast in Brighton, where a room was booked for her, Anika checked in at the concierge and sluggishly headed to her room.
By Somali K Chakrabarti Reena stood by the window, looking out particularly nowhere, as she unmindfully sipped her coffee preparing herself for the conversation that would change her life. She had heard the sound of Rajiv’s car entering the garage, and she expected the doorbell to ring any moment. With her sense of dressing as immaculate as her sense of responsibility, Reena came across as suave, savvy and sophisticated. Rajiv was young, dynamic, brimming with ideas, and a natural charmer who could get his way through people with ease.