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 water engulfed everything! Our ground floor, entrance and now half of the staircase. I threw my hands in my hair and I gave up on situation.  I twisted and turn in my own discomfort. Sleep was not able to find me. Neither of us(Vaishali and I) were able to fall asleep(like how can someone sleep with an albatross hanging around their neck?). I got up, stood at my balcony again to measure the depth of the water.  Hold on, Vaishali look, there’s something in the water! We didn’t had any torch but mere assumptions. “Relax dude, no one will dare to enter in our hostel, at least not at this point of time. The grass nearby would have invited some insects that might be having their pool party together. Come, let’s get inside!” said Vaishali. I gave her a disgusting look and we both laughed. The moment we were folding our bed sheet, we heard another sudden jump in the water, followed by a loud cracking sound. This time, it made Vaishali curious too. When this continued, it...