missed connections

tale of bestfriends

Author's pov:

4 months later

"oye parker ! wake up" the australian - indian woman screamed.

"shut up, sara. leave me the hell alone!" mysha screamed in reply, half awake.

"not on my wedding day" sara breathed to herself and started banging the pillow on her friend's dead asleep body

"GET UP, THIS IS THE LAST WARNING. we have 3 hours left."

" three hours? for what?" and then the realization hit drowsy mysha. she suddenly perked up and apologized.

Sara Saint Joseph, Mysha's best friend and practically sister was getting hitched to Bhavya Kapoor, also her best friend.

Sara, Mysha, and Bhavya essentially grew up together. since they were 4, mysha and Bhavya were neighbors. well technically still are in India and Sara lived around the corner. they went to same school.

Sara lost her mother when she was 2 in a plane crash in Australia and ever since she moved to India, Mysha's mother and Mrs. Kapoor raised her as their own.

they are like the trio from harry potter; with mysha being the third wheel, harry.

Bhavya and Sara came out to Mysha when they were 16 and oh lord she was so mad; not at the fact that they were gay. obviously. but at the fact that she was the bone in their kebab.

it was quite difficult for them for the first few years. Bhavya's parents were orthodox and were unaccepting of their love but they came around.

now after a decade of being struck by the cupid's bow, they were in the fullness of time, tying the knot. legally too.

to quote Michael Scott, Mysha felt like 'her kids grew up and married each other'.

its been 4 months since the nasty break up. mysha never really thought about it. she was kind of a person that was not outstanding at processing grief and anger. she would just start crying if she got misunderstood or angry and ignore racking her brains on things that will hurt her emotionally. 

she took a leave of week for her best friend's wedding; it was in India. it was also a great opportunity to meet her mom and probably her sibling, if he was allowed a holiday.

the building they lived was deteriorating from outside but was structurally strong. not many people lived in there but Mysha's mom insisted on not selling the apartment when they moved out as it was the house she purchased by her own money in her 20s. and mysha understood the sentiment now that she has of her own.

her mom flew to the city 2 days before her; she is very stoic when it comes to showing affection, but she was excited to see her daughter after almost 2 years.

a day before the big day, the trio planned to spend the 24 hours together as if its their last.

Mysha felt the warm sun as it set while sitting in the taxi back home with Sara and Bhavya. it felt like yesterday when they were trying to help mysha get over fear of sitting in cars or when they took a cab alone without telling their parents.

time flew the fastest when she was with them. she took a moment and looked in the backseat to find Sara's head on Bhavya's shoulder and their hands interlocked, both deep in sleep. "they are going to have a smooth relationship ahead", she thought to herself.

she turned back to the front and thought of the time they came out to her. they were ashamed and embarrassed. it took quite some time to comfort them, especially Bhavya, given that she was from a religious orthodox family. their relationship didn't feel foreign when they hung out with Mysha.

Mysha never felt left out with them. they were there when her dad was not. Bhavya was their pillar. she looked all badass from the outside but she was crushing under the intense academic pressure from the inside. she was an overthinker. she also warned me about Aarav back in high school. during our board exams, she was slipping into depression. she stayed awake till 3, ate too little, and overworked herself. but all this hard work did give her the results she yearned for, the police academy. she's a crime analyst now.

everyone has a sob story, and so did Sara. she had the brains and the beauty. she was the teachers' favorite and popular in school but it was not a smooth path. Sara was dyslexic. she worked very hard on improving herself since she was 5. her father never really looked after her after her mother died. so she had zero good relationship with her actual parents. atmosphere at her home was cold and unsupportive but she worked through it and now she's a successful commercial airline pilot.

now that i think of it, i am surrounded by such amazing women. my mother, Sara, Bhavya, and Jennie. 

"i am glad they stayed" she said with heart full of warmth.