Rutwik looks away from the TV screen. It is blank anyways. Ritwik knowing fully well that it is not true. He is disgusted. At himself because he has still not moved on. He is disgusted. At life because it is so unfair. At Brinda. Because she asked the question at such a time. At the sofa because this is where they hugged for the first time. He is disgusted. At the room. Because it reminds him of her.
He goes out for fresh air. But Brinda is walking with him. Smiling her smile. Walking her walk. Being... well, being her. And that is enough. It always was.
Rutwik walks past the intersection where they had lied down on the road, to recreate a famous movie scene. Rutwik doesn't remember it now. He might, if he focuses.
But he doesn't want to. What is the point? Whom will he tell it to, even if he remembers? He instead remembers the warm asphalt of the road when they had lied down. The honking of the car, them rushing away holding hands. Giggling like teenagers. Him looking at her and finding her laughing. Hands on her waist. The all singing, all dancing crap of the world. Somehow, lying on the road with her never seemed a bad idea. Anything that could make her laugh like this can never be a bad idea.
Rutwik walks past the bar where they had danced during their farewell. He had purchased alcohol for both of them. But she didn't want to drink. I want my time with you, free from any intoxications - Brinda told him. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to him. They danced, recreating a scene from another movie. Her favorite Tarantino movie.