The Life Of An Indian Girl

When The Surprise Dies And The Rage Kicks In

Tarai

Confused or surprised was not at all the correct term of what I was feeling at the moment. Hurt, pissed off and bordering to rage was very accurate.

He hung up on me a few seconds after I heard this annoyingly screechy voice call out to him. If I had to pick a special power for a few minutes it would definetly be being able to punch people through the phone. Because firstly, I would use it to punch the girl with the sickening voice.

I mean, yes, I understand it is my fault. I'm the one that refused to date. Well, I refused in my own way. I also knew extremely well that I couldn't tie him down. He was an year older and went to a school full of smart and pretty girls... I'm just one of those I guess. I just can't make my mind up, dating was a huge 'no' according to my parents and I wouldn't put a man before my family. No matter how much he meant. The honest truth was that yes, I did like him very much. The correct terms would be that he's incredibly special to me and I'd told him I loved him. Except I wonder if he meant it... He's been acting a little weird these days and I can't help but wonder of i made a fool of myself. On the other hand, he'd said it back... So that's a sign right? But I wasn't ready to actually get into a relationship. I'd known him for a while but I couldn't find it in me to lie to my parents.

Now, I was sitting on my bed, with multiple boxes in my room and with a room that looked like hurricane Sandy had a party in. I fell back and stared at the screen of my phone.

Should I call?

No, it's his damn fault. He should do the calling.

Or not. My subconscious adds.

I threw my phone on my pillow and got up to pack a few other boxes during my rage. Just as I were going to pick another box up my phone started buzzing.

I picked it up and harshly greeted the person.

"Hey babe, me and Belle are coming over with Chinese food," I heard Vio say and I smile.

"Cool," I reply but I could tell she didn't buy my fake happy voice.

"What happened hun?" She asked and i sighed with a frown on my lips.

"He was on the phone with me and then hangs up without saying bye," I say not yet finished but she cuts me off.

"Come on girl, he was probably busy," she says with a soothing voice because she could clearly feel the rage radiating off me.

"A girl was screeching his damn name. Sure Vio, he was busy," I say and she chuckles.

"If he doesn't call you back in five minutes I'll kill the bastard," she says and I laugh.

"You are welcomed to kill him," I reply and she tells me she'll call me back.

As if in cue, my phone starts to ring and I huff in frustration.

"Hey Tarai," I hear his deep voice call.

"Shut up," I say frowning and answering him with a harsh tone. I was very tempted to unleash a string of curse words at him but I decided against it.

"Baby, sorry. Some chick thought it was okay to tear my ear drums apart," he said as I frowned contemplating a good answer.

"Fine," I say. 'Fine' always worked, no matter the situation. And any guy would know that if a lady says 'fine' he's in some serious trouble.

"So this is about Dimple?" He asks sighing and I could picture him with his frustrated look, furrowed brows, frown and eyes shut.

"Dimple? Who the hell is she?" I asked. I was honestly trying my best not to sound angry.