7 September
" Get ready fast!"
My Dad yelled from the door.
" I've got time!"
I roared.
I could shout multiple times louder at home as compared to other places where my voice is similar to that of a guitar with loose strings.
I was considering texting M#hi! as I always do. I don't text him regularly as I don't want to be cringe like I've been lately. Moreover, I could think of no reasonable thing as an excuse to text him. So, most times , the occasion of festivals turned out to be the ultimate motivation to text him.
However, I had to kick myself in the regret of missing the opportunity of Teachers day. I held up my head and my eyes blinked with joy, and I shrieked,
"It's Janmashtami !!!"
I wrote something in excitement and here it goes..
"Happy janmashtami ✨ may lord Krishna bring you back to dav 💫"
Meanwhile I was getting ready and thinking of when he would reply. I always wait for his reply with hopes which were built up as I take a look into his previous records. He certainly replies everytime when I wish him or send an edited video. I never knew how to be expressive. So all I did was choosing a song and editing it into clips. This seemed like a symbiotic relationship between me and my feelings as editing videos added to my hobby.
I glanced at my phone... And my eyes widened...
"To u 2
Never..."
When I saw his reply, my dopamine level rose.
But I was perplexed with "Never". Then I concluded that he may not like dav as I've seen him in 11th. He may dislike the teachers and so he said that. Well, actually I do agree with him. So I turned away any more thinking and I replied him..
"Ok never hi shi"
"Ysss"
I was doubting if I said anything wrong and finally I concluded I could've said any other thing. As I was about to dive into perplexion , a message popped
"R u good?"
Then I became really mad.
How ironical is that!
Never have I ever felt this much elated , no one had ever asked about me so politely he asked. I never imagined M#hi! would ever ask about me. What I did then was a happy fling. Then after this hilarious dance, I gained back my senses and ran to the tiny space between the two almirahs in my room and comforted myself saying,
" everything is ok, fine and whatever."
Ahmm. I know I'm a lot to say only melodrama. Though I may not seem one.
"Fr yes"
I texted.
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