My Lazy Girl

  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...

The problem was still the same. The situation was about to get worse. We didn't have anything but each other. And that's what that matters in the end.  In continuity to the blog... Deadly Water(Unforgettable Calamity  ... "No no no no. No Gaytri no, I just wanna go home. Appa(dad) will be worrying so much. I don't want anything, just my home and family, screamed my roomate (A Tamilian Brahamin) when she analyzed the situation in the morning. She was crying and shouting at the same time. She started packing her bag. She collected whatever she could and left everything else in the room. Her conversation with Gaytari in Tamil floated above my brain but I got a slight hint that one of their friend was coming to rescue them. She threw her maxi on the bed and slipped into a pair of jeans and a T shirt. She then hastly folded her hair into a high bun and rolled her jeans till the knees. She left the room with Gaytari in no time. She didn't said a word to me. ...