MS. INTERPRETER

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SARA'S POV-

"Hi, Mom. I've arrived safely." I finally turned the airplane mode off on my phone and called the love of my life who I assumed was waiting to hear from me.

"Oh...Did you get in your apartment yet?" She spoke, love and concern dripping from her voice.

"No. Not yet. I...I. will..." The network was breaking off at the wrong time.

"Hey. What are you saying? I can't hear you." She struggled to keep up with me but eventually the malfunction overpowered and I had to end the call.

"I'll call you later. Bye!" I hung up as the voice started cracking even more. The network was worse than I expected it to be for my SIM.

My phone started buzzing. 'No not again. I'm not ready for another- a video call? No.' after moments of hesitation, I picked up, helpless as I was. For if I hadn't, the girl right in front of me would bury me alive if I set her as my second priority.

"Hey...Did you reach, Sara?" Her voice was sounding okay at first but started cracking just after a split second.

"Wait. I'll show you around." I gave the camera a 360 degree whirl to show her the beautiful place.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Hell yes! I wish I could go there too." She pouted sadly.

"Don't worry. I'll bring you over when I get rich." I bragged about living in such a big city, which I hadn't started yet.

"As if you'd really get rich in a month, huh?" Nia, my best friend, mocked my determined plans.

"Okay. I'll call you later. I just reached the station." I said, expecting the train to arrive at the station any time.

"Okay, Love you, bye!" She hung up on me before I could say my words of love and affirmation.

Nia had always been an emo-girly her whole life. She didn't like talking to new people, going out much and stayed home most of the time. The chance of her getting some fresh air on weekends totally depended on me, choosing places with fewer crowds.

I comparatively was more open to conversations with new people and making more and more connections on the go. Totally contrary to what Nia did, I liked to talk and travel, a lot. And that quite explained why I traveled this far to interpret conversations.

I bought a train ticket at the counter; for Incheon (A city in South Korea) to Seoul as taking a taxi all the way would be so expensive.

Right; I also had to think wisely about the expenses even if I were to be rich in a month or so.

I grabbed a window seat before anyone else could, adjusting my luggage. It felt like I brought my whole wardrobe even if it were only three bags to the least.

Ignoring the fact that they were big enough, I focused on thinking about accommodation the next moment.

I looked outside and soon felt a strong urge to write it all down. I had always been a 'dear diary' girl since my childhood era and I enjoyed journaling even though I was twenty six then. Mom said it's good to write about tiny little moments we appreciated and also the ones we found a bit disturbing to pour our heart out. Having my diary by my side always made me feel like at least someone is listening to me. Taking out a small diary from my bag, I started noting down.

'Dear Diary,

It has been only a day since I left home and I already miss it all. But, it is finally happening. My dream of coming to Seoul from India is finally coming true! I am so excited about it! I'm sitting in the train right now and the view outside really catches my attention. It's so nice here. The fields, buildings, people, food! I think I'm going to love it.'