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42. LOVE IS BLIND, AND ANJALI IS GONE

❤︎ Anjali ❤︎

All I am thinking about is the bartender at Lone Star. Even when I try to continue with my university assignments, I can't concentrate at all. But I don't know what to do with myself. It is so frustrating. I have to tell someone. So I knock on Ananda's window.

She opens her window.

"What's up, Anjali?"

"Something happened, and I need to talk to you."

I try to keep myself calm.

"Do you wanna come in?."

"Yeah, I don't want my parents to hear it."

I walk into her room through the window. We always do this since we were little as our rooms are right next to each other, and it is connected with rod-iron veranda.

As soon as I shut her window, words come out of my mouth without any logic.

"Ananda! You won't believe what happened last night. I met the cutest boy in town! He is so gorgeous!"

"I went to Lone Star to try the rodeo bull alone because you were too busy with school. I happened to walk into the bar and slipped. When I was about to fall on the floor, this beautiful boy held me tight in his arms and saved me. Then he took me to a couch, and we talked all night long. Isn't it amazing?"

"Wow! You met someone. That's cool! Is he Indian?"

"I don't know, but I don't think he is Indian. I never really asked. He wasn't wearing a turban. He didn't have an Indian accent, either."

"What do you mean you don't know? How did he look?"

I try to be more descriptive.

"Well......He has a beautiful smile, very tall, beautiful teeth, and a nice southern accent."

"He is fair-skinned and chestnut blonde with blue eyes, and he is so freaking hot!"

Ananda squeals.

"Oh my God! Anjali! What are you going to do? Your parents will never let you go out with a white boy!"

I try to chill her out.

"Ananda! We just met, and you are thinking too far in advance. But I really hope he likes me!"

Ananda grabs me.

"What do you mean you hope he likes you? What's his name?"

I think for a moment.

"Ahhhh! I don't know. I forgot to ask him."

"At least I know his dog's name. It's Bianco!"

Ananda questions me again.

"What do you mean you don't know his name? How do you know his dog's name?"

"Ananda! It's a long story! You have to come with me to Lone Star this weekend!"

"Please come with me. Please! I want to see him again."

This is what happens when you lose yourself with love. It doesn't make any sense at all, but life becomes so much more wonderful and colorful. You feel like you are walking on the cloud.