𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+

𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞?

"Srithu..Srithu wake up" , I heard my mom screaming downstairs. After hearing her screams I checked the alarm clock and it said 6:30.
Hell nah! Am not gonna wake up this early. I wanna sleep.

All of a sudden I heard my brother's soft voice. "Baccha..Uddo, Wake up na baby"
For the world Saransh Raichand is the devil. The most cold hearted man. But for me he's always this soft.

"Five more minutes bhaii..Please.."
I pleaded in my sleepy voice.
"Arre.. your collage is gonna start today. Did you forget it?"

All of a sudden it clicked. That's why everyone was screaming today. Oh lord I won't even get time to get ready. I jerked up from the bed and ran to the washroom. I heard Bhai chuckling lightly.

I started pacing inside the bathroom. I sat there and started at the wall blankly for a long time. My mind automatically went towards some past memories. But I removed it from my mind and mentally prayed to not experience any of those again.

I showered and got out of the washroom smelling clean. I love being clean. I don't know why I love spending time bathing. I am just a cracked nut. I laughed at myself.

I got inside my closet and took my green anarkali. I don't know why I love green colour. It just gives me peace. Sometimes I think, what will it be if there was no green colour. And that thought automatically makes me wince. I won't even be able to survive a second in a world without green. I swear.

I thought to go full Desi style today. I wore my anarkali. Put on my oxidised earrings and thought to wear oxidised bangles. I thought to keep my hair open.  I put on a peach shade lip gloss and kept a small bindi between my eyebrows.
I smiled and winked at myself.

I then took my duppatta and prayed to God to make this duppatta stuck on some handsome boy's watch. But then cringed at my thought and smacked my own head.

"You're completely out of these thoughts Srithika. Just fricking understand that"
"Uhh , but you're not" my inner self told me.
"Oh shut up! You don't know me"
I retorted to myself.
"Bitch I am you!" told my mind.

Whatever I am over these hopeless romantic things. I don't want my Bollywood moment to happen anymore. That's what my past thought me.
Aaah why am I thinking about this. I shoved my past away and hoped for my future.

I got ready and went downstairs.