No, Maybe, Yes? (slow updates)

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|Anchal Gupta|

First things first,
Imma say all the words inside my head,
I'm fired up and tired of the way the things have been oh-ooh.
The way the things have been oh-ooh..."

"Damn you, Anchal! Shut that fucking device!" A familiar muffled voice whined from somewhere on my left, followed by an earthquake.

"Second thing second,
don't you tell me what you think I could be, I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea oh-ooh.
The master of my sea oh-ooh..."

I groaned as my whole body shook from the impact, making me nauseous early in the morning. The hastily prepared pasta I gobbled down last night threatening to reappear from the wrong anus. I tried to open my eyes, which seemed like an impossible task due to the blinding sunlight slapping me harshly in the face.

"I was broken from a young age,
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few,
That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me..."

"Goddamnit stop, Anjoli." I swatted her hands away which were the cause of the so-called earthquake early morning. Roaming my hands mindlessly on the still unknown surface, I tried to locate my mobile.

"Singing from heartache from the pain,
Taking my message from the veins,
Speaking my lessons from the brain,
Seeing the beauty through the..."

After successfully grabbing my phone, I tried to open my eyes but again failed to do so due to the sleepiness. So I turned to my left side in an attempt to get up but due to the lack of space, I flailed and my butt made contact with a hard surface.

"PAIN!"

I yelped loudly and rubbed my behind to soothe the painful sensation, but not before shutting off the damn mocking device in my hands.

I yawned, rolled and stretched my arms but made no attempt to get up from the floor.

Not that it's anything I'm not used to, though.

I'm not clumsy at all. Nada. It's just the floor that hates me, table and chairs are my bullies and the walls love getting into my way! Infact, I'm the most sophisticated person you'll ever witness. See the sarcasm?

"Ab uthegi bhi ya chipkali ki tarah padi rahegi? Office nahi jaana tujhe?" I heard my flat mate speak just when I was about to doze off again. I cracked my left eye open and saw her tying her curly hair up in a ponytail, before she stood from the couch and looked down at me in amusement.

"My head hurts." I whimpered, massaging my temples. I sat up groggily and rubbed my eyes harshly. Damn, both of us were so fucking exhausted that we ended up sprawling on the couch last night. "Do I have a choice, babe?"

Anjoli chuckled. "No, you don't. Now come on, get up already. We're going to be late." She stretched her hands towards me, which I gladly took and got up with a grunt.

"What time did you come back home by the way?" I asked after tying my messy hair in a bun while moving towards the kitchen to prepare tea for myself.

"3 baje, yaar. Veena pata nahi kis janam ki dushmani nikal rahi hai poori team se." She scoffed while grabbing her laptop and tote bag from the coffee table.

"Tsk! Bechare." I sighed in pity. I know how having a bad team leader feels. I was in the same condition as her until last week. "By the way, you should probably sleep some more. You've night duty again, right?"

She nodded. "I will. But later, after you leave." I nodded. Noticing the little amount of sugar in the plastic container, I sighed again. "Okay, we need serious grocery shopping now. We are running low on tea powder, sugar and-" I turned around and opened the fridge and snorted at its emptiness. "-basically everything." I completed before taking out the last carton of milk and shutting the door back.