Basking in the early morning sunlight filtering through venetian blinds, she eked out the wisps of the dream still stuck to her eyelashes. Smiling, she stretched out her limbs and pushed herself up to make herself a refreshing cup of coffee..
Well, these things happened only in ambitious coffee advertisements that tried to sell you a dream that never happened in the very real life that Mili inhabited, in the city of middling dreams and busted backs.
As she stretched, she felt her neck crick and a slight headache settling in. Sighing, she rubbed the debris and dreams off her eyes and quickly jumped out of her bed, bolstering herself to deal with the hustle of adult life and Mumbai local trains, both equally tedious.
Today was an important day for Mili. She was making a pitch to one of the most important clients at work. Blood, sweat, tears and many sleepless nights had been spent on making today perfect. With this going her way, she was bound to get the next promotion and a raise, which she hoped would give her the freedom to move out of the skeletons of her past.. the tiny, grimy apartment she co-owned with her ex-husband.
As she rushed around showering, putting on a crisp white shirt and smart pair of trousers, dabbing on subtle make up, all the while trying to shove down dry toast with milk, her phone dinged with a new message.
Amid the cloud of her new perfume, she looked down and started.
An invitation to the reunion of class of 2010!
No!
This was a ploy for the high and mighties with flashy careers and shiny cars to show off their trophy wives (or husbands). She was not falling for it. No amount of nostalgic video montages were drawing her down that rabbit hole.
To be continued...
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The Reunion
RandomMili is on a reluctant trip down the memory lane.. from the oppressive heat of the city of dreams to the sandy shores and cool beaches of past friendships and memories. But, as she lands, everything seems.. well.. slightly askew. She can't put a fin...
