Myra
It's early in the morning and I can see only two heads wrapped in thick covers. Where is Vicky? I looked around but she isn't in here. I put on my sweater before I stepped outside and found her to be sitting on the steps at the entrance. "Hey, what up?"
"Nothing, another journal entry," she said.
"It's three forty five am. Are you serious?"
"Well I couldn't sleep.. I thought maybe I could be productive," she said as she rested her quill in the ink pot. Totally artistic and old age.
I walked towards her and sat down.
"What about you.. What are you doing up so late?"
"I had to pee."
"Oh!"
"It's so chilly out here, ain't it?"
"What is it?"
"What," I said after her question.
"You're trying to make small talks with me. I know you want to say or ask something so just shoot it," she said. We have a great telepathy, I must say.
"Well, your parents relationship... That's what made you stay right? To forgive him and try to work on it?"
"Mostly, yes. Also that I loved him. I knew that together we were miraculous rather than ordinary alone. We were something. Something really good. And naming that something was simply a stupidity cause it was inexplainable. It might not be enough for others but it was perfect for me. I was satisfied with it. No demands. All I expected was love and loyalty in return. I got love, lotsa love. I just didn't get any loyalty."
"Well.. You know Vivan is talking about coming out clean in front of our parents."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No.. He thinks this is it," I said removing a ring from the pocket of my sweater and showing it to her.
"OH MY-" she was about to say when I shushed her.
"Oh my god," she said in a lower pitch. "When did this happen?"
"A day before marathon.. We went on a date. It was splendid. Everything was picture perfect."
"Well I do need details but hey, are you guys ready for this kind of commitment?"
"I guess we are.. I mean we have been together since 9th grade. We have literally dreamt about spending our lives with no one but each other. This has to happen one day or the else."
"True that but marriage is a tough thing you know. We say we won't change a shit and things will be the same but at the end of the story, things do change. Only time will tell if it's for the best or the worst. So do this only if you are ready. Don't push yourself into this because he proposed you and you couldn't deny or just because he thinks it's time. Do it cause you want to. I want to see you happy. And I don't want your free spirit to be crushed away."
"Well nothing's gonna change my free spirit. We're gonna tell our parents and things shall be okay," I told her.
"Ya think?" She asked with a grin.
I gave it a thought. "Nope," I said followed by a few giggles. "It's a disastrous idea. Our parents have known each other all along. And when they get to know about this... I don't know about him but I'm definitely doomed. My parents have told me the whole of my life, 'don't marry a Gujarati guy', and here I am, deeply, madly, and insanely in love with this boy who has proposed me and I have said a yes to get married to him. This is gonna be such a mess. I just didn't give it a thought. I was stuck in my dreamland all along."
"Don't worry. We all will speak on your behalf. You guys are meant to be. You're little thing will last forever."
"Thanks man!"
"No worries."
"So?"
"So what?"
"Do I get to read your diary entry?"
"You want to read my diary entry?
"Well maybe. If you don't mind. Well I don't really care if u mind cause I really want to read it."
"Well it's a sad entry."
"All your entry's are usually sad. I'm used to sad. Now give me that book!"
"Sometimes," I started "life is not in your favour. Mine has never been in my favour. When I say this, a part of me advises me to stay strong. But how can I be strong when all I wanted was him to be my crutch and now he is gone. It kills me when I talk about him cause a part of me is yet not over him, bitch it's incomplete!"
"Well I had just started writing when you interrupted me," she said.
"Oh is it?"
"Pretty much."
"So what part of you is not over that ass? Just name it and I'll stab it till it dies. You know, such parts are cancerous. They spread real quick."she laughed at that.
"That was a good line!"
"I know right! I'm getting better at this stuff!"
"So, all packed?"
"Well, yeah.."
"I don't feel like leaving, you know, this place is perfect for people like us."
"I agree."
"But we need to give up a place for a better one.. Maybe our next destination will be as good or even better than this one."
"Well let's hope for the best," I said staring at the dark, early morning sky with bright sparkly stars.A/N so this is a small update... I'm so sorry.. Not much happened in it... I thought vacation would give me spare time and I could update faster but I guess not.. Anyway, nanowrimo (national novel writing month) is up in 3 days. 3 days!!! So expect a lot out of me. I'm gonna write n update all the time.if this book ends, I've plotted another one and that will be posted back to back. So let the pre November madness begin.. And also, happy Halloween in advance!
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