by Geetashree Chatterjee
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Nalini carried on, “Of course, I could not save my marriage. But we decided to keep in touch. No, it was not enough. The loneliness, the pain, the yearning and above all, the litostalmost
“Ahem! I interjected, “Litost?”
“Aah! An almost untranslatable Czech expression,” she ejaculated, “The closest definition being an agonizing realization of one’s own misery.”
“However, with time I pulled myself out of this saudade.”
She added quickly, “Portuguese – the longing for someone you love and lost.”
We were quiet for some time.
“It was the only way out for my sanity.” She resumed after a while,“I got enrolled as his student. Thereafter,life has been an endless journey of pious enrichment….now he is the teacher and I am the taught……Believe me, its an elevation to a higher plateau.” She sighed in pure ecstasy, “You know Geeta! I have been dying to share these feelings with someone who did not give in to moments of schadenfreude when I was left heartbroken…..Well! That’s German again referring to the pleasure derived from other’s misfortune.”
Of course! I swallowed hard.
It was good to see the old Nalini back again. THE END