Let's just think about it?

I have had it with slouching all day ! It's hard being superficially intelligent as well. With my brain cells dying and a long year wait ahead for another season of Game of Thrones, I have to find some alternative to keep my mind alive. (and my body working) Going to college is one, but it's a part of the mundane life, except ofcorse I have Deb-soc now ! (Like I had dance soc last year and dram soc before that) No but this time there's a difference. Not have I only changed but I have also become more responsible ! So this time all these new commitments are going to work out. 

(And there is no "or so I believe" excuse involved) 

As I remarked earlier, I am actually done with slouching. So I have to really force myself now to drift away from recounting the story of my own life to something more productive, but I am not to be blamed for this obsession of speaking about my own self, for it is me who I know best and the best arguments can only be placed when you really know something ! Anyway !

So it was just another day in the park. The twins next door had worn similar dresses and it had always annoyed Surbhi. The other kids were happy making mud cakes and spoiling the same. Today was no different. She walked across the park towards the other side with the railing, to their spot.

She took one last look at the kids and then smugly dialed her number again. There were three rings and then she hung up. She hadn't answered her phone in weeks. What's the point now? She should have been used to it by now.

She blocked her number again and went back home.

Diya was always late for her class, always. She never woke up on time and if she did, then she overslept in the washroom. Making it on time had never been her cup of tea and sometimes she would think about how messed up it all was but then she could always binge instead of worrying. Her latest resort from stress was making pulao that she learnt to cook from her maid. She didn't just cook extra, she would eat it all by herself. Today was one such day. After the binge she sat in front of the TV and was about to switch it on when she heard the doorbell. She waited for someone to open the door,then relented and went herself. It was Surbhi and she looked sad. 

They went to her room and after all the formalities of snacks and juice the maid was sent away. 

Diya finally asked Surbhi if something was wrong.

" Are you okay?"

"Yep, it's not about me.. I have to tell you something."

"Okay ya, tell me, what's wrong? i saw your face when you arrived and I knew something was wrong ! What is it? Is everything fine at home? "

"Ya ya, all is good. I am just worried about...when was the last time you talked to Diya? "

" It's been sometime,I don't know where that bitch is at ! What about her?"

And Surbhi told her everything. She knew she could rely on Diya. Diya was one person who never blew things out of proportion and was sorted in her head. It took some time for Diya to respond to her problem but when she finally did, it shook Surbhi to her core.

" She is dating. I didn't know how to break the news to you.Also it's none of my business, but since you are so concerned you should know that she never was into that stuff. You are my best friend but you must know its not America, people will never come to terms with gay relationships in India. You have to move on and if possible, go back to Tarun. I always knew it was a bad idea to leave him. I never thought you had get serious for her, just try and forget it happened okay? We will find a hot guy for you ! Someone who turns you on? "

At that moment Surbhi knew her mistake. She went back home and that night she made a fake Fb profile to find people like herself, but the guilt was overwhelming. she deactivated it and called Tarun. He had been bugging her for some time now and no one knew. She made a face and dialed his number. 

Three rings and this time, she didn't hang up.