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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
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  43. Acknowledgements
  44. About the Book
  45. About the Author

The innocence of a child! Anu did not bother to correct him. His ideal holiday spots What he wanted were all in and around Bangalore and she could very well give him the holiday he desired!

Dragging the suitcase, managing Vicky riding on the big one, Anu lugged it to her Santro and shoved it in the backseat. She gave one last look at the house and bid a silent goodbye. Should she leave a note for Sanju? She went inside and got a piece of paper. Stopping for a moment to think, she scribbled. ‘Meet me in the middle.’

As she walked to her car, she felt quite impressed with her clever note. Well, it was not her original thought but a song by Jessie Ware, but she used it so aptly. Then, as an afterthought, she took a picture of the two suitcases in her car and sent it to Pete, captioning it ‘The End.’ A bit dramatic, but then again, as far as Anu was concerned, Verdant Green ceased to exist the moment she locked the front door.

She looked for Vicky who still ran in circles in the driveway. The house that was hers (well, again a bit dramatic because technically it was still hers) looked marvellous. For the first time, Anu admired the stony front façade, the lawn, the driveway so big they could fit four cars in it. The French door, the long and clear glass windows—she wished she was only visiting that house. Then she could have, would have, admired it wholeheartedly. Like she did all the resorts they frequented, from Chikmanglur to Coorg to Goa.

‘Hey, Anu,’ she heard someone pant next to her.

‘Hi Dave, should you be jogging now? Shouldn’t you be at work?’

Dave grinned. ‘Don’t tell the boss. By the way, you will sell this tin box when you get your BMW, right?’ He patted her Santro. ‘Oh, you have some big cases in there! If you had waited a week, you could have travelled in style in your BMW SUV!’

Anu’s head reeled. Now, she could respond in two ways—act as if she knew or act ignorant (which she was, so that was not an act).

She chose to act. ‘Oh yeah. Why is my BMW taking this long?’

Dave wiped the sweat off his sleeve. ‘Because Sanjay insisted on black. Did you test drive it? He said he was going to take you.’