I hate geography... Sheesh! Is that so hard to understand?

Its been a very slow month and goodness, am i glad its going to be over.

5th March 2010... A day I will never forget. Yes, I was giving my first board exam and it was driving me crazy. Finally what I had been studying for the whole year round and I was still unsure about my preparation. To be honest, it was only geography that I was worried about. That subject had been a pain since 6th grade. And the fact that I had hated geography was pretty evident because I hadn't done half my course or the most important chapters. Haa.. Hard to believe but yes, its true. I remember getting calls the night before from nervous best friends, a "motherly" boyfriend (xD) , a father far away, strangers, elders.. everyone I could think of.

"Don't worry. My blessing are with you. You've done what you had to. Now just do your best. I'm not expecting anything now. No pressure. Just do what you have to for yourself. Not for me or your mom. " No pressure?

"You haven't done geography? Are you out of your mind? Its your board exam man. You promised me you'd work hard for it. " Sounds like my mom, but that was one of my best friends.

"You're leaving four chapters of geography? *laughs* Why? Just read them once. They're simple. *laughs again* You're not serious are you? *laughs again*"

Here's my response to that. "You think I'm kidding? I'm leaving that subject. I can't do it. I just can't. Every time I look at the book, I yawn or make myself maggi! Give me a break. Anyway, I'll lose just ten marks. I've done three chapters and the maps pretty well. So shouldn't be too bad. "

"Please Please PLEASE PLEEEASE, do those chapters. They're the most important. A question will definitely come. Just read through them once. Just stare at the pages for really long and READ! Listen to me. Just read through them. JUST READ. You'll get it. You're not that dumb that you won't understand. You'll regret it tomorrow. If you get 14 instead of 10 if you study for 2 hours, you'll have nothing to lose." Yeah I know, it was good advice but I wasn't in any mood to listen.

However, I was still worried. I walked all the way to my mother's bedroom literally in tears because I was such a nervous wreck.

"Mom, I haven't done 4 chapters of geography and I don't want to do them. I can't. I've tried. But I can't do this subject." Okay, I was in tears.

"I can't believe your crying! Don't cry. You can't do geography so don't do it. 'F' IT! I don't care. As long as you get the rest of the paper right."

Was that my mother? What was she saying? I just looked at her face.

"Are you serious?" The expression in my voice was blank with shock, just like my face.

"Haan Haan. I don't mean it any other way. Leave it and sleep early. Just come to bed. I don't want you fainting tomorrow. Nahin hota toh nahin hota. Chhodo. Kya farak padega. Mujhe pata hai everything will be fine. Kyon chinta karti ho? I'm not worried so why are you?"

My face was blank but it lit up.

"If you're being sarcastic, tell me now. I don't understand sarcasm."

"Arey? I'm not being sarcastic. I know you hate the subject. And there are things you're not meant for. And geography is one of them. FUCK IT! Do the rest."

Wow, talk about a cool mom. Yikes!

The next morning. I swear the nervousness was at its peak. I was about to lose my head. I couldn't eat breakfast and thats something I never do.

"Shreeya just read out that last chapter of geo please. I just want to have an idea."

"Sure sure. Anything. Tell me. This one right here? Okay. Lifelines of the Indian Economy. We all have large markets and a system of transport... "

Okay, so i was doing the chapter wasn't I?

In the car, music was playing and I was hyper. I was surprised all my talking didn't effect my mom. I felt like smacking myself so hard because I was annoyed with myself. She just smiled at my poor jokes. I laughed hysterically. I don't know why!

Seeing the crowd of parents seeing their children off, students with teekas on their forehead making their way inside the centre, I felt like turning the car around and going home.

"Accha beta, go now. I have to get home. Shreeya is alone. You'll do well. Don't worry about a thing. Just remember Baba once and everything will be fine."

Sai Baba.. My only hope. Please, just give me what I deserve and grant me good memory to just write down what I've prepared well. Help everyone.

I sat down at my desk in Room No. 11. I was the last person to reach. I looked around. People were about to break their pens with their grips.

"All the best.. Best of luck.. You too... " People were holding their thumbs up and wishing me. My response was my nervous smile. "Thank You. Wish you the same" Too formal but whatever, thats what I said.

"All the best... wish me too."

I turned around. Oh god! It was that annoying face.

"All the best, All the best."

She turned around and did the same with 5 other people.

It was then I realized why she was doing that. Remember 5th grade? When people said that if you wished people 'Good Luck' it came back to you and you got luckier. Well, I guess she went back to 5th grade. That explained the two thumbs. Hahahaha XD GOODNESS! GROW UP GIRL.

Reading time had started and I just looked around. I didn't, couldn't read the paper. I knew I would get nervous and forget alot by the time I started doing the paper. But the last five minutes forced me somehow to look at the geography questions. I solved the map first. I had done that atleast. Then I moved on to the 4 markers. For two minutes I thought I was dreaming... Shitt! This is good. Everything is from the chapters I've done. I can get 14 in geography. Holy crap! Could I get luckier? No way. No waaaaaay!

It was a good paper after all. Not too bad. I had left one four marker and messed up a two marker. In geo obviously. But there I was expecting 10. And there I was telling my mom, "Sexxbomb paper man!!"

"You're on cold bitch you know? Or should I say slutty? "

I turned around, despite knowing who the voice belonged to.

" And what are you, one faithful horndog? "

He looked at me with an expression half amused.

" I thought you'd have something better to say. Looks like apart from the skill to flirt or answer back you never really had anything to credit. And tsk tsk.. looks like you're losing that too, hun."

My blood boiled and my ego snapped with a sound only audible to me but loud enough to make me feel like my insides were buzzing.

" Actually, I thought, sympathizing with you would have been a good new year resolution to live up to. Or I would have said I thought you'd have a bigger penis to work on but I guess you didn't have that either. I forced myself to work with what you had, which was close to nothing. You must give me my fair share of credit, because though I had other outlets, I kept yours open for your sake. Now I didn't say that did I? "

I smiled and turned around slowly, looking him in the eye the whole time. His friends "Ooohhed", adding to my sense of victory and at the same time giving good background music to the whole scene. It felt good. I felt good for a change. But despite the sense of relief, a feeling of anger and hurt lurked in the corners of my heart and mind, making it difficult to let the relief seep into the very depths.

Goddamnit, it had been four months and I still couldn't let go of what had happened. my inner voice argued with me, tried to calm me. Its not you're fault. It was two years.

It had been four months since I had found out that, I was being cheated on. Now when I thought of it, I feel like I was stupid to not have seen it at all. My inner voice spoke again.

She was your best friend. Ofcourse you wouldn't have realized. Ofcourse, you didn't think it could be true.

But it was so obvious. Why hadn't i see this?

Because... Because... Even that voice couldnt argue with that.

I walked on, anger evident in my eyes. The only part of me that could never lie.

Prerna followed quietly, not knowing what to say. I didn't want her to either and maybe she got that. Or maybe she didn't.

" You know, you have to stop letting someone get the best of you like that. You told me once, that-

"What I said doesn't apply to me. And even if it does, I don't think it makes it better."

"Stop it.. Stop thinking about it so much. I know its hard-

"THATS NOT VERY GOOD ADVICE FROM SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THIS FEELS LIKE. What are you trying to do? Fuck me all over again, reminding me, that you know I'm not over it-"

" I can't believe you said that. "

"Well didn't I just say it? Believe it because its very believable and -

"You think I don't understand? Well, why don't you give me the chance to. Stop pushing everyone out. Stop pushing ME out. Don't let him do this to you-

I didn't want to hear it. I opened the door of the car and would have slammed it shut had not

been for the strong hands that stopped it.

I didn't have to look up to see who they belonged to.

"You can't just ignore me forever, can't keep getting away after saying all that."

"Oh yeah? Watch me!"

I yanked the door to slam it shut but it didn't budge.

"Don't you understand? Like at all? Why I'm provoking you? Didn't you get the hint? Didn't you

think that maybe its because I want to talk to you? MAKE THIS BETTER FOR YOU. FOR US."

His voice got louder with every word.

"You know, you're not the only one who can shout. And US? There IS no US. There never truly

was. Stop trying to get back into my life. I don't have place for you. And to be honest, there never

was any-"

"You don't mean that" He was right. I didn't. But I wasn't going to let him know that.

"You can keep telling yourself that. And would you please let go off the door. I have half a mind

to jam your fingers between the closed door and drag you at 80." though I'm not in the drivers

seat, I added only to myself.

He instantly let go and Prerna backed out of the parking lot as I stared the black pumps that

complimented my wine colored dress. My vision blurred and i tried to gulp down the chaos of

rage and hurt that had now surfaced.

"It was a mistake", he'd said. "And I'm sorry. I was drunk and I had no idea what was going on.

She was there, I was there, and then... it.. it..ttt j..just just.. just happened. CAN YOU PLEASE

SAY SOMETHING?"

I hadn't said anything. I tried to control those tears but I couldn't. one overflowed and the others

followed.

"Don't cry. I'm so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. " His voice was softer and he tried to

reach over and touch me. I moved away.

"DON'T. TOUCH. ME." His hand fell back as I gathered the strength to just say it and walk away.

I sat like that for a few minutes and took a deep breath to calm my voice.

"I don't think I need to say this, but I will anyway. ITS OVER. I got up and my legs were a little

shaky because of the rubber like feeling in my limbs.

"Don't say that.. I know you don't mean it. I know you don't. You're just mad. You'll.. g..g..get ov...v..v..ver it."

" Well believe it or not. I. MEAN. IT. Read my lips, because this is exactly, what I'm saying-"

For one second I thought he'd gotten the meaning of what I'd said wrong. He took one quick and

kissed me and I couldn't stop him for a while. I didn't want to. But I was being unfair to myself.

I pushed him back and he fell 2 steps back.

"NEVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN."

It had been four months. And every single day after that, I found ways of forcing myself back to

the person I was before I had met him. I took it too far, actually. I felt so used that I found peace

in having a new guy wake up in my bed every now and then. The same bed I would wake up in next

to him everyday. Everyday, I got up telling myself that this was better than having him, that I

didn't need him anymore, but every now and then I needed to find that reassurance that I knew

didn't exist, that I would have to wake up again the next morning to tell myself again.

Beverly Hills 90210 part 2

It wasn't long before we both realized that we didn't have the energy to keep the war of the pillows going on. Breathless we both fell back on the bed laughing realizing the fact that we hadn't really grown up. We still had that playful edge, still lived as if we were the teenagers brought up in Delhi, the city we both were in love with. Far away from the city, we realized how much we missed it. We missed the people and the sense of being SOMEONE. And thats why no matter what, every year we made our way back home to be with the people who weren't here with us today but never the less, very important. Rashi had married earlier last year. 23.. and married. God knows when she would give me THE call about her pregnancy and freak me out. Kids, marriage... I didn't need them any time soon.

" Wouldn't it have been so much more fun had Rashi been here. And Sana, I miss her. Sometimes I just wish I could hear that snort and laugh until my insides hurt. "

Just thinking about it made us laugh.

" I know what you mean. I feel so sorry for Rashi. Forced to marry someone you've only known for 6 months and are not attracted to one bit. How did she do it? I would have run away. And when we were there all the time, why did she? She could have run away, lived here, worked and fallen in love with someone... But now its all over. She's THERE, looking after a huge family and we're HERE. "

" I know right? "

Silence fell and we both realized how much we missed her. I suddenly got up and grabbed my phone.

" What are you doing, vani? "

"Calling Rashi.. "

Anjalee jumped up eagerly.

" I was just - "

"Shh.. its ringing.."

" Hello" , said a familiar voice.

" HEEEEY " Anjalee and I both screamed into the phone.

" Arrrreeey! Shiv... Long life man. I was just thinking about you. Who's with you? " Her voice was breaking but I could still make out what she was saying.

"Who else, Anjalee. Sid and Natascha are moving in next week. "

" Call me a whore, but I'm jealous. I can;t believe I'm missing out on this. This was something I hoped I'd be doing with you. You guys left me here doing nothing. Not even my husband " She laughed, but something about what she said didn't sound right.

"What do you mean? " I asked, clearly seeing through the poor joke.

" Well what do you think I mean. The guy is impotent. And there is nothing I can do about it. I'm trying to make this work but I can't. " She laughed again. But not because it was funny.

" Rashiii, What do you mean? Are you kidding? Impotent? Didn't you know about this before? Why didn't you tell me? WTF? "

" What did you want me to say? I'm 25 and married to this son of a bitch I can't have sex with. Completely the opposite of where the rest of you are. Sana knows though. I can't leave the house, I'm not allowed to so Sana comes over whenever she can, but that about it.... " Rashi keeps talking and I can hear the desperation, the hurt, the longing to get back to a life that she once had. I didn't stop her. I just listened. I needed to know what was going on. I needed to know, what had happened. My friend needed me.

" ... and now I don't know what to do, where to go, how to get away. The frustration just keeps crashing down on me. He takes it out on me. He wants to have kids, and his fault we can't and I'm the one with the problem? " Her voice broke on the last word and I could tell that she was in tears. I felt guilty for having left her that way. But I could change that. I could fix things.

" STOP CRYING! You should have told me before. I cannot believe you didn't tell me. I warned you before you were doing this? Am I the only practical one out here? Listen to me, listen good. You are going to get out of this-"

"Its not as easy as you think it is. I can't just leave."

"Who said you can't? And look who' talking? You? Is the same girl who kicked guys' balls and cursed them till they went crying to their mothers? Is this YOU? Do your parents know about this? "

"Yeah! "

"And?"

"And what? They want me to stay like this. They can't do anything. They don't want to"

"What do you mean? Well, if they aren't I AM GOING TO DO SOMETHING! Book yourself a flight to LA now. I mean it. I don't care. If you don't want anyone to find out, I'll do it. I'll book the flight. But whatever you're coming. You need a break. Leave them a letter and just walk out."

"You actually mean that?"

"You think I'm joking? "

There was one of those rare awkward silences and I could tell that Rashi was seriously considering the idea. Anjalee had heard everything and already started working on booking her flight.

"Listen Rash, I don't care but Anjalee is booking your flights right now. The earliest ones available are in 2 weeks. You better be ready. You don't need to pack if you can't. Just get your passport ready." Print out the tickets online. I'm sending them to your email id. "

" Shiv, wait. What if things gets fucked up when they find out. "

" I'm sure they will get fucked up. First they'll tell your parents and then call the police and then my house. And finally they'll know you're here. But we'll look after that later. This is your choice. There is nothing they can sue you for. And this is not about your family. Its about YOU! Just get here. "

" You're right. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before. I was just so embarrassed, I felt so stupid for doing this. I should have listened to you before. I was SO stupid. "

" You're not forgiven for that having told me before. We were supposed to be best friends. But you can make up for it by just coming here. And if you want we can go and get Sauzano for you. "

I heard her laugh for the first time in so long. And I felt relieved.

"Shiv, I've booked the tickets. we'll have to go to the Emirates office in town and make the payment for the tickets. If you're busy I can go alone." Anjalee said.

" Rash, tickets ki printout zaroor nikal lena. bhoolna mat"

"Listen, I'll call you to tomorrow"

" Yeah Okay, I'll wait for your call. And by the way, thanks"

"Did you just thank me? For what? Being your friend? I always was, will always be. "

" Bye" I can hear the smile in her voice. I cut the line.

*********

When I lay back at night I couldn't believe what a day it had been. Anjalee, Him, and most importantly Rashi. I was tried and my eyes were closed and I couldn't tell if I were awake. I was thinking in my dream probably. But whatever I couldn't stop thinking. I felt guilty for not having taken the stand for Rashi before. She needed me then too, I just couldn't see it. How could I not see that she wasn't sure of what she was doing. She was plunging into something she didn't understand, didn't want to do, couldn't handle. But she did it anyway because she just wanted to please the people who always seemed so disappointed in her. I realized that she didn't want one more expectation that she would have to live up to. She didn't realize that it was wrong on their part to expect things that they knew she couldn't do. Rashi was probably one of the most talented girls I had met. She never had the opportunity to use that talent and turn into skill. Football, dance, art... This was what she was meant for. This was what she needed to do. I could see it in her artistic interpretations of belief. Her paintings helped us understand what she couldn't say or write down. She needed to show that to people. To other people out there who valued her work more and found themselves in it to. And LA was her best shot at it. I needed to get her out of what she thought she was in forever.

I tried to make that my last thought and sleep peacefully for the rest of the night, to stop thinking and fall into thoughtless sleep. And as I was nearing something like that I took off from somewhere I had left earlier that morning.

" The obsession... Still my problem. But I've found a way to control that. Keep the passion going that gets me so obsessed. I think I've learned how to give things my best shot. No matter how impossible I think it might be to get where I want to be. "

I was quiet for some time. There was nothing I could actually say to that.

"I'm glad. Anyway, you're in Latin America and I haven't seen you dance even once. Please tell me you took salsa lessons. There's no point in being here if you cant mambo, salsa, tango.. or ballroom I would say. "

"Is that a way of asking me to dance with you? "

"No.. Not actually. I don't really make the first move with a guy "

"Hmmm... well, good, because I wasn't going to dance with you." he teased again.

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to either. I am instantly repelled by men with testosterone problem." I teased back. He laughed remembering how I had always teased him about not being a normal man with normal hormones.

I looked around the room for a while and made eye contact with a young spanish man sitting at the other end of the room. Ofcourse Kavit noticed.

"Is it just me or you're inviting him over."

"I'm inviting him over. I want to dance. And this is why I'm here. "

"Are you?" he said, looking at me and then the dress.

"Any doubt? And the dress... Who said you can't have the chocolate and eat it too?"

The man came over and offered me to take his left hand.

"Yo ofrzco algo de tomar primero, pero creo que tengo que hacer primero sed." He winked.

" Me gusta la forma de pensar. " I said, taking his hand.

The music changed and my favorite latino track started playing. It was a fast track by the end of which I always had to take a break. I hoped they would play the whole song because the end was the best. The man gave me a strong lead and I could tell that he wasn't into cuban salsa. The music was playing with my head and my multiple rope turns made it difficult to think about anything else. The song ended at there was a small pause before the next one started. The end was perfect. I ended with the hook and was breathless.

I stood up straight again, and the man introduced himself.

"mellamo Jose. Creo que se podria utilizar una copa. "

" Shivangi.. Si, En eso tienes razon. " learning languages definitely had its advantages.

We made our way through the number of people who had crowded the dance floor to get their feet moving to the last song. Just as I was about to sit down on the bar stool next to Jose, I felt a strong hand grab mine and lead me back to the dance floor. Surprisingly it was Kavit.

"You know, I'm in latin america. No point being here if I can't dance. Just thought that I should make the visit worthwhile." He grinned.

"I don't think Jose would like that, you know."

"Too bad I don't care."

"Uh huh" Thats all I said trying to judge the kind of dancer he was. It was something I loved doing. Everyone showed their personality traits in the way the danced. One step too far could mean that you were afraid of closing the distance, one too close meant that you wanted to play and have fun.

Okay, he was a good dancer too? Funny, how I didn't really know that. So one more thing he was good at. He didn't have a strong lead, meaning that he gave the girl her space to do what she wanted. I could tell that he was a beginner because he kept messing up the cross lead, but it was very noticeable. His styling was more LA than cuban so I couldn't tell what kind of salsa he had been learning. The song didn't last too long. At the end of it, he looked over my shoulder at his friend who was on his way out.

"I think you should go. And I think I should get back to Jose."

"Yeah.. The poor chap must be really confused right now."

"Your fault."

"I don't regret it."

I smiled. " Nice meeting you again. "

"Yes, I would have to agree."

"I still have you on facebook. Catch you online, probably. Hopefully"

"Maybe"

I turned around and walked away.

Right there, I fell asleep into thoughtless sleep. AT LAST!

Beverly Hills 90210

" Don't annoy the fuck out of me shivangi. I swear I'll make you scrUb every inch of this room, especially THE BED! "t no

I just looked at Deeksha. I couldn't figure out what was grossing her out so much about having my boyfriend over. Okay, well maybe because she could hear me..and him.. and the stuff that kept falling with crashes that were too loud to notice but, dude this was my house. I didn't spend the last 5 years of my life working my ass off to JUST buy a house in Beverly Hills. I didn't want to be alone. Well, now ofcourse I wasn't because My sister had to move in and curb my freedom. But that was not the plan. Sidak, Natascha and Anjalee would be moving in soon and everything would have been perfect. Work, parites and guys. Just like we all had planned in high school. And everything was working according to plan till she moved in.

Having your sister move in with you does have its advantages I admit. How else would I know where all my stuff is. How else would I come home to an organised and well maintained house? Deeksha's OCD for cleanliness and order was something I definitely needed. But what happens when she starts acting like the house belongs to her, starts telling me who to bring over and who not too. What do you do when she starts bossing you around like she's the one in charge? Doesn't she realize that I'm a 25 year old woman, working and HORNY! I'm no longer that 16 year old teenager that was pretty much dependent on her for everything. Yes, I was dependent on her. As weird as it sounded, it was true. I got away with a lot because of her. My inability to lie or make up convincing stories was made up for. Her plans always worked. Foolproof.

Its not that I didn't want her around. It was just that she was too young. 15.. too young to be living with 4 young, sexually active women, who only wanted "big" good looking men, who they would get to shag once or maybe twice in their whole life and never see again. As far as, the word boyfriend is concerned, the only reason why I'm referring to him like that is because its what I portayed him as infront of my sister. I couldn't tell her that he was just another shag that I wasn't really interested in. I was protective of her. She didn't really believe in what I was doing, And i didn't want her to either. I odn't know why. It just didn't seem right. But that was going to be hard to hide with her around all the time. Late nights at clubs thrice a month and a new guy everytime, wasn't a very good example I was setting.

Anyway, back to where I had started. What was grossing her out so much? It was normal. I was normal. I had needs and they weren't supposed to be hanging in mid-air. I was supposed to do something about them and so I was. I hear the doorbell ring and I ignore Deeksha, who had been constantly speaking all this while. It probably was anjalee. I was excited. I was seeing her after so long. She was working as a publicist for someone, she wouldn't tell me about. She wanted to shock me. "You're going to FREAK out woman when I tell you who it is. You might just fall in love with after that xD " I ran down to get the door.

Yes, It was anjalee.. We hug for a long time. It was so good to see her.

" Here goes.. I'M WORKING WITH TAYLOR LAUTNER!! " she says at the top of her voice

"AIII.. OMFG OMFG OMFG. Tell me you're serious"

Deeksha, runs down the stairs, startled with the shriek.

"Hi anjalee"

"Heeyy"

"HEY, you're my best friend. Talk to me, hun. Tyalor Lautner. Fuck you lucky bitch."

"Too bad, I don't think he's hot. but yeah you can have him"

"Totally... You better tell me when and where to be whenever he is. Thats one guy Deeksha won't mind me having over"

We both laughed and kept talking. I showed anjee her room and helped her get her stuff in. We automatically started getting her stuff in order without actually realizing it because we were catching up on so much.

"Guess what? Sid and Natascha are moving in a week later. They're in austria visting natascha's family. This is going to be so SICK. I mean it. I can totally imagine it.Do you remember all the planning we did in carmel. We've most of the things on our to-do list, you know? Latin America, sky diving, white river rafting... ALMOST EVERYTHING.. And its-"

"Shiv, can I ask you something? " Anjalee interrupted.

"You have to ask? 'course babes"

"You met Kavit in Latin America, right? Its pretty ironic that you did. I mean, you're first boyfriend, in Latin America. Umm..? "

His name brings back the memories of a time, FAR behind. Somehow, it still makes me smile. Things have changed now. Too much actually, though I'm still the same. He was too when I last saw him. Still charasmatic, self aware, funny.. Ofcourse, this time he had his life in order, knew what he wanted and was where he had once wanted to be. A pilot. A tattooed pilot with one eyebrow piercing. He was there, alright. And I was surprided he recognised me. The embarrassing thing was that he only noticed me because I was constabtly staring at him. Actually his friend had noticed me staring at him and pointed it out to him. I had looked away immediately, but I could feel him looking at me. I wasn't sure if he would recognise me at all, so I just turned around and started paying attention to the conversation the rest were having.

"Just look at that hot Lationo. Shiv, I didn't take salsa lessons to just sit around and look at you dance. You've already hit the floor twice and have been there long enough to make me want to push you out of the way, and grab the men you're with " Sid was getting frustrated.

"Chiiill would you? You just have to get out there and dance. If no one's coming up its because you're sitting in one corner totally unnoticable. Get out here and show those men.. make them want to know whats there inside. Tell you what, the bartender over there has been looking at you for an hour now. I have a feeling he's going to take his break and ask you to dance" Sid looks to the right.

"Not BAD at all.. You better be right. You're the only one so far who has put that hot red dress to goof use and I am jealous. "

"Don't worry, I am."

"How is that?"

"because, he's coming over like, RIGHT NOW."

he came over alright and sid, was more than excited to put all that she had learned out there. And i was surprised. She was good. I could see she was having fun. The sudden pauses and the drops just made her sweat, after all, salsa isn't salsa if you don't sweat or dance till your feet hurt. I had the feeling, that they were going to do more than just dance.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there he was.

" Shivangi, right? "
"I'm surprised you recognised. How've you been?"
"Why so? You're not tha forgettable. How could I forget the girl, who kept postponing planned dates to lose weight"
I laughed.

" I cannot believe you just said that."
"So what are you doing these days? Apart from touring the world and salsa." I was taken aback because he remembered the most trivial of details. I had always planned on touring the world.
"Guess!"
"I'd be surprised it it weren't soemthng to do with languages. You're obsession with bangla and your funny pronounciation is hard to forget. " He teased.
I laughed again.
"Well, yeah, I guess you're right then. Besides, Im touring because Im so obsessed with learning new languages. With the UN presently.What about you? Sound engineer or pilot? Or both? "
"What to do you think?"
"Both"
"Why"
"Because you have an inexplicable obsession with being able to do everything and anything that you always denied."
" I guess you're right about that. The obsession! Still my problem-"

Anjalee snaps me back to the present.

"Umm.. Shiv? You going to answer that? You remember the rule, right? No question can be left unanswered."

"Funny, that you brought it up. I never really told you but you know I kind of always knew that it would happen. I always had the feeling, that it would happen one day. And probably it was the last time I saw him. But everything that happened that night, was something i expected. No wonder I was so excited all the time. " I smile and look away. " Waise, you need to shop. With the aount of weight you've lost, I don't think you'll fit into this stuff anymore"

"Oh! Yeah. Totally. That 6 months of a diet has made my figure look like a hockey stick"

"I agree. I liked your hips and chest line before. Now you're all flat"

"Uhh.. You checked me out THAT way. Sheesh! I'm moving out tomorrow, itself! I'm not safe here" She palyfully tugged the tank top in my hands. "

I laughed, " Yeah Yeah.. Whatever. All I'm saying is, PUT ON SOME WEIGHT LADY ANOREXIA. "

"You did not Just say that."

" I so did"

" TAKE IT BACK"

" Uh, NO, lady ANOREXIA " I turned to put the last pile of clothes in her cupboard.

WHAM! A pillow hit my head.
" So this is how you want it huh? BRING IT ON! "

*WHAM* *SWISH*