Om is sitting in his room, talking to Gauri’s picture.
O: Gauri, Kesha?? I do not know what to call you. You said to call you, Kesha but you will always be my innocent Gauri. I am so sorry for what I did yesterday. I know I doubted you during the fake pregnancy and said that the child was not mine. Even though that child was not mine, you would have been hurt but you did not care about your feelings. Instead, you stayed behind, put up with my torture just so you can save me life. And today… I made the same mistake. But, I know today is a special day for you. It is your birthday. When you were at my house, we had a huge party but now you will not celebrate with me. Guess what, I got you something. (Om takes a box out and opens it.) Gol Gappas. I know it is your favourite so instead of celebrating it with a cake, we can celebrate it with these. Let me show me your gift.
Om gets up, takes a Gol Gappa and throws it in the air and catches.
O: It took me some time to get it but I learned just to show you.
Gauri was walking across the hallway when she saw Om throwing the Gol Gappas in his mouth.
G: What are you doing? Why are you eating Gol Gappas now?
O (He hids the picture under the bed sheet and looks like a trapped child). Nothing. I felt like eating it so I did.
G: But, you do not eat snacks early in the morning.
O: (Thinking) So you still know that huh??? (Says) A lot has changed in 5 years. Am I questioning your changes?
Gauri walks into his room and opens up the bed sheet. It was her picture.
G(Anger): What are you doing with my picture? Why do you have it here? (She takes the picture from the bed.)
O: Give it back. This picture belongs to me so only I decide what to do with it.
G: This is a picture of me. You cannot just have a picture of a girl in your room without her permission.
O: Sorry, this is a picture of Gauri. You are Kesha. You cannot question me regarding this since it is not your picture.
G(Thinking): Om, you have trapped me in my game. (She then throws the picture and the frame shatters.)
G: This is my life now. Even though I look like I am normal, my heart and soul has been shattered into thousands of pieces just like this frame.
O: I am sorry for what I said yesterday…
G(Thinking): So you are not sorry for what you did in the past. (Says): Om, you still do not realize this right??
O: Realize what?
G: That your insults have no effect on me. I am used to hearing them now that it goes into one ear and out the other.
O: Stop changing the topic, why did you break this photo?
G: You have lost the right to hold this photo when you kicked me out of this house for something that I did not do.
O: But, there…
G: was proof? Right, you know professionals also make mistakes as well.
O: But I trust them. We have dealt with them for several years.
G: But, you do not trust me? Again we are back to point 0. When will I ever learn that you will not trust me? I feel like we are just beating around the bush with all this crap.
Gauri turns around and then Om says, “Ouch!” Gauri turns around and his hands are bleeding from picking up the glass. She quickly runs up to him.
G: Omkaraji, why are you so careless? Look, now you have cut yourself. (She takes the first aid kit and starts dressing the wound.)