My Birthday Promise (Editing)

Hangover

Rutt

I slowly opened my eyes and witnessed the new day. I rolled over to my right and reached out for my phone.

10:50 am.

I was dying of thirst. I picked up the water bottle next to the phone and gulped down at least half a liter of water in a go. No colored liquid can quench your thirst like colorless water. I felt a little better but I was hung-over.

Damn it. How many shots did I take yesterday night? No more drinking from now on.

But who was I kidding. I made the same promise to myself again and again over the period of time and I never fulfilled it.

Okay. Correction. I'll drink, but in limit.

I thought of the last night and smiled to myself thinking of my encounter with the blue-eyed lesbian.

Crazy night!

Soon a smiling face of Arjun replaced the blue-eyed lesbian. I wondered about the chances of Arjun turning out to be Simi auntie's son. Life works in mysterious way. God works in mysterious ways. When I was a kid, I seemed to continually wrestle with knowing God's will for my life. As I grew up I realized if you are interested in knowing his plan for your life, then you must learn to walk with him; instead of seeking for answer do what he desire for you to do and he will reveal his plan when he deemed necessary. Every time when I began to think of God's plan for your life, I always walked with him. We kind of developed a relationship.

Okay, God you do what you have planned and I'll do what I have planned for today.

I pushed myself out of my bed and went straight to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, cleaned my face and jumped in the shower. As I dried off, I walked over. Although I felt so much better after the shower, I still had mild head-ache. Not thinking much about my head-ache I picked up my phone. There were three unread messages from last night--first one from Mohit and other two from Arjun.

'I wish I could come there to you. I wish I could hug you tight instead of just wishing you good night. Anyways sleep tight!'

'Message me after you reach hotel.'

'Good Morning. I hope you are doing okay now. Last night was fun. Looking forward to more such nights with you.'

I read the last message again and smiled before realizing I had to call Mohit. I promised to call him last night but I was trashed by the time I came back and went straight to bed. It was 11:30 am here which meant it was 11:00 pm in India.

Mohit must be awake.

I dialed his number and a moment later the magical voice of Atif Aslam filled my ear. I listened to the tu chahiye caller tune as I waited impatiently for him to answer.

"Hey. How are you?" he said answering my call.

"I am good. What took you so long to answer?" I inquired, soon realizing I shouldn't have asked it.

"Um, I was watching TV," he replied in his defense.

"So you finally got some free time huh?" he quickly added.

May be he was angry. He had all rights to be angry; after all I didn't deliver my promise to call him last night.

"Sorry, I went clubbing last night and it slipped out of my mind to call you...and when I remembered it was late night."

He didn't speak for a moment but I could hear some sound from the other side. "What's that sound?" I enquired.

"I am having hiccups."