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...

I never thought we would emerge so strong that our fears would turn into smiles. Smiles that gave us the strength to cross the miles. Miles crossed with just a smile.  More than being terrified, I was agitated of the fact that I was not able to see the end point of the situation. I was tired of dwelling on possibilities of survival and escape. After two tensed days, I realized I need food. I was hungry. Before I could say anything, Vaishali shouted to break the silence among us. "come let's cook something, Only then our brain's gonna function. We will decide once we have something in our belly. (At times I wonder how she gets me just like that. Bitch she is). Her affirmative words gave me strength to relax my nerves and forget the situation for a while. I gathered everyone in the lobby and narrated them the plan. Everyone nodded in agreement because deep down we all were hungry. Now the question was, Who will cook what? We had very limited resources and e...