She jumped barefoot out of the car, chasing an obscure figure she thought was familiar. It disappeared amidst the smoke and sounds of a hundred vehicles whizzing past them on the bustling streets of Mumbai. He exasperatedly dashed after her to make sure she was okay. She stood dazed in the middle of the street, wondering if she had really seen the one she had never expected to see after all these years.

His voice snapped, "Is this how it's going to be? Me chasing you while you chase someone else for the rest of our lives?"

Indeed. Had her past caught up to her? Or was she tossing away her present for the chance to relive her past?