*On Hiatus*
"So? Do you like me?" He didn't look at me. His eyes fixed on his mobile screen which was blank and had nothing on it.
"What?" I was extremely shocked by his words. Me? I like him? I mean I do but as friends.
"What?" He looked at me. His...
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Traveling alone is fun but having a travel partner is much more fun. I like being alone. Being alone meant I could do whatever the hell I wanted to do. No one would judge me but still, it is lonely. Besides today has been a harsh day. If Aman had been here with me, I wouldn't have been thinking about what Kartik did today.
"Do meet a doctor okay." He just had to say that. I don't really like visiting doctors but yeah he is right. I better go meet a doctor before anything happens to my hand. Shit! I won't be able to draw for some time. This is too much. The wound will keep reminding me of Kartik and will keep making me feel angry. Ugh! Just the thought of it is making me disgusted.
"Bye." He said with a sweet small smile. How can a person be cute and handsome at the same time?
I took a bus as always. Only because I am hurt doesn't give me the right to change my savings structure. I love saving for worst-case scenarios. Mom said, 'Saving is for future problems. It makes you responsible. A healthy way to turn into an adult. '
She is right I feel very secure and adulty. How much have I collected up till now? About a thousand and two hundred? Saving ten rupees every day can get you only until there but think about it, how much will I have at the end of the year? If my calculation is right, I will have seven thousand and three hundred rupees, if I don't spend them. Which is not gonna happen. Duh!
The bus is late. Goodness, what's wrong with this bus? Google said eleven minutes, thirty minutes ago and now it says two. Either the Google crashed or something really bad happened to the driver or the bus or nothing of that kind happened and the driver is resting over there outside the alley. I could see it, a bus is standing there, looks like 280 for sure.
Just as I was signing in irritation my eyes landed on the injury. Gosh! Why did it have to land there out of all places? There is so much room here. Come on! Look at the wine shop where dumb people are wasting their money or the jewelry shop where rich people are spending millions of money for who knows what reason. Well, there is also a clothes rental shop, where people like me who can't afford to buy traditional clothes to wear at their high-five cousin sister's wedding, go. But no, it had to land on my right wrist.
"Goodness." Everything I wanted to forget about today flashed like a sad or maybe an angry memory, I'm not sure. However, the thing I am sure about is that, I am never gonna, ever talk to him again or be friends with him. I wasn't that sure about it the last time I said it but this time I am. But do I still have feelings for him?
"Mira?" I heard a rather familiar voice. I turned around, and the place that was empty for the last thirty minutes was now filled up with an annoying fool.
"Naira? How have you been?" I almost said, clicking my teeth but fortunately, I was able to control myself.
"I'm good. But you don't look that great. " She said staring at my hand. "You are still very cheap, aren't ya?"
"Cheap? " I tilted my head. What the hell does she mean?
"I mean, you are hurt. You could have taken a rickshaw or sharé at the very least. " She said it. She just had to say it. Fuck! Someone, please save me from this girl. Wow! And now I'm using bad words too.
I tried to fix my disgusted expression and said, "I like saving money. That doesn't mean I'm a beggar."
"I didn't mean to say that, I -"
"You haven't changed a bit, have you?" I cut her off. She is still the same, just like how she was a year ago. Even at that time, she didn't know that one should think twice before uttering shit or like I always thought, her first floor is empty.
By god's grace, the bus finally appeared after thirty- no, thirty-five minutes and helped me run from this old bitch. I just hurried onto the bus to get a seat for myself because duh! I'm tired and I don't want to stand. Fortunately, I was the first lady to enter and could get my favorite seat in the lady's section, near the window. Now, let's hear some good music.
"Why did start running suddenly, didn't you see you were the first lady, of course, you would get a seat?" Naira sat beside, for god knows what reason.
"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes. I just don't want to talk to her. She just ruined my bad mood and turned it worse.
The bus stopped at the first signal that appeared after a few meters. I was about to start a song when she spoke again.
"By the way, what did you take? Commerce?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Ha! Knew it. I took science." She replied. Wait! Was that a taunt? This little-
"Well, of course, you can't get commerce or arts in 45-50 percentage." Well, that must be enough.
"Who said I got 45-50? I got 80." I could feel her voice wavering.
"Good joke. "
" I am not-"
"Could you please shut up? I'm trying to hear some good music. " Which is better than your voice.
I kept my sound at maximum, so that by any chance if she speaks any shit, I could not hear her.
A few minutes later her stop came and she left. Thank goodness. Good lord, please don't make me meet her again.
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