My Lazy Girl

  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

  The thoughts and glimpses of the past and the pain which I had suffered long ago were dancing again in front of me. I wanted to get over it once and for all. “Hi.” The message popped up on the projector as I was giving the client a demo. Soon after, another message appeared: "How are you doing these days, miss?” Excuse me, I muttered as I hurried to log out the social media app on my laptop, which had remained open from the action I took last night. Those messages invited a playful smile on everyone’s face. Ignoring the embarrassment, I quickly finished rest of the presentation and raced my steps out of the room. “So how are you doing these days, miss? Let's have dinner tonight,” whispered a high-pitched, thin, playful tone behind my back. It was Genny. I turned back and smacked her shoulder with my laptop. “Shut up, its nothing like that!” I replied as I defended my privacy from being invaded. Genny has moved to New York for many different reasons. She wanted some change in...

  We all have our days. Some are hard to live, difficult to gulp, and dense enough to choke our souls to a limit that compels us to shout, WHY? I lived an entire week like this that ripped me apart into intangible pieces that were hard to stitch.  11:00 pm and I finally left my office, booked a cab, and waited for the driver to come. Devastated by the number of rejections and workload on my table, I decided to call it a day. November never felt so cold to me. I put my phone on silent mode and kept it safely in my leather handbag as I sat in the car.  I asked the cab driver to shut the music that was playing in the background. The noise was much louder at the back of my head. I always cherished if I had a snooze button in my life, something I wish to endure. Will I be able to make it? Will I be able to come up with a sensible draft? Thoughts like these crossed my mind. I opened the windowpane, placed my chin on the edge, and inclined towards the door of the car. The road w...

It was a new follow request on my social media from a stranger. I opened the app with a dull face and what I then encounter took me out of my feet. It was Derik. It was his request to follow me on some social media app. He still had the same profile picture which I once approved.  It’s been two years today when I last spoke to Derik. Life in New York has been hard but I guess that’s what I wanted somewhere. I decided to shift to New York from Australia. Maybe I was running from things but confessing them was even harder so I chose to run till I find a permanent closure for myself. I deleted everything from my cell phone which belonged to him. His photographs, his number, his mails. It felt like a decade passed by. I wasn’t aware about his existence but I knew he was still breathing in some corner of the earth. I could feel that every day, though my everyday was an effort to move on but in that effort some part of me used to stay behind and think about him....