All that terrified 23-year-old Ayra were pink notes. Whenever she found one, she ran like hell.
This time, her frantic escape led her to the bustling city of Mumbai, where she enrolled at "Dev Scholars University."
All she wanted was to spend her li...
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I stood in my living room which was as empty as a chocolate box of a kid. Though there's everything in here, it's all furnished but what's missing is that homely feeling.
This apartment feels foreign to my inner self.
“I need to get some shopping done” I muttered, pulling a packet of Maggi from my backpack and heading towards the kitchen.
I quickly turned on the stove and put a pot full of water on it and waited for some time. As the bubble started to form, I put Maggie into the water.
Just then I heard my phone ringing. My steps followed the way to my bedroom where my clothes were scattered all over my bed.
“God! Where's my phone?” " I grumbled, tossing my stuff one by one on the floor.
One, two, three four.
*Smash*
“Shit!”
I groaned, looking down to see my phone lying face-down on the floor. I picked it up only to find Chia’s name was flashing on the spider web screen.
The urge to slam my fist against the wall burned in my gut.
Why the hell do all these stupid things happen to me?
The phone was still ringing. I sat on the floor and answered it.
“What's up? All settled in the dream city?”
“Not really.” I said while looking at the mess on the floor, which I just created.
“How's the first day? Did you make new friends?” She asked.
“I met a girl and she seemed nice. Also an angry bird and a monkey.”
“What?” She giggled at my comment.
“Yup!”
Just then I remembered Maggie which was still on the stove.
“Shit!” I ran towards the kitchen and as I looked at Maggie I wanted to bang my head on the kitchen counter.
The once-proud noodles were now a mushy blob of boiled flour.
“What happened? Everything alright?” Chia's voice came through the phone.
“mujhe ghar jana hai” I choked out, longing for the comfort of home.
(I wanna go home)
A burst of laughter filled the phone. "Ayra, relax! Just order some food. We all know your cooking isn't exactly..." she trailed off, searching for the right words.
I hung up, defeated.
Food. I could order food. But that wasn't the point.
Here I was, alone in a new city, with a broken phone and a pot full of inedible mush. How on earth was I going to survive on my own? When I couldn't even cook a simple Maggi?
