27The most dreadful thing about regret is ‘What if…?’ The question plagued her. It kept popping up in her head. What if I’d gone to the funeral? Weng wouldn’t speak to her. She couldn’t rest. She lost sleep. Christmas and Chinese New Year came and went. Eventually, she visited the flat again but Weng wasn’t there. He seemed to be avoiding her.
With exams over, school was over. A large chunk of her life was over. Her classmates had moved on. Even her best friend from school was leaving Singapore.
“What? You’re getting married? Satvindar Kaur! Why didn’t you tell me earlier? When did you meet him?”
“My parents met him and his parents. In Bombay. At my aunt’s house last year. His parents live in Bombay.”
“You’ve not met him?”
“We exchanged letters and photos, and spoke on the phone a few
