Hunting Hubris

A New Year Wish

Mom once said that for a depressed soul, even rainbows could give headaches and confetti could feel like broken glass.

And I realized it was true. Mind being clouded with depressing thoughts, my most cherished dream: sitting beside the love of my life with rain orchestrating a romantic backdrop didn't matter. It didnt set any heart on a hot air balloon. If anything, the nonstop pitter patter just ignited an unreasonable irritation within me. And being struck in the traffic just fuelled my already sour mood.

"Arjun... Why didn't Sam come to receive me?" I voiced out what has been nibbling my mind.

"What happened to my sister? What did that dramatic 'love happened' actually mean?"

Arjun threw an uncertain glance at me when he heard my nonchalant tone. I could bet that he is already imagining me constrained to a bed in some asylum. I can't blame him though. When a person throws such a casual question about her supposedly heartbroken sister, just after crying her heart out 5 minutes back, they will be subjected to such assumptions.

But that's just me. Arrogant, bad tempered and unpredictable.

And you can't expect me to go pour my agony out to a person who was as equally affected as me. I have to get myself togeather and not burden him.

"That..." he started searching for words.

"That?" I prompted. Letting out a defeated sigh, he started searching for something in his bag. He then turned back, handing me a green binder.

"Your sister's journal." He answered my questioning gaze. From when did my lazy sister record a journal? And why did he hand me this instead of answering?

Ofcouse I knew my sister is wrecked now with the loss of our mother. But couldn't she even bring herself talk to me over phone. What in the hell did she go through?

"It's better if you read it before meeting her. And we wouldn't reach home within an hour, given this traffic. So start reading" and he did not meet my eyes. Never in my life did I see Arjun shying away from someone's eyes while conversing. That small action somehow screamed guilt.

What more does life have in store?

With a heavy heart I opened Sam's journal.

"LIFE OF SAM WITHOUT HER SCARECROW SISTER" the first page was bedazzled. That looks like my sister's.

"So hi sista!! This is Sam recording the happening in her awesome life for you to read, when you return.

If you have any misconception that I'm writing this as I miss you and I cannot stay sane without sharing my daily life with you, burn it and wash your mind with holy water.

This is me throwing how awesome my life has been while you were romancing fishes on your pathetic face.

Ha!! Will serve you right for leaving me.

Ok, before I forget... HAPPY NEWYEAR SCARECROW!!!

Yeah January first it is...

But my newyear spirit has been utterly and cruelly squashed last night. Reason??? A moronic mongoose in hood stole the precious drumsticks thrown towards me by my idol.

How more savage could the world become??

But I'm not a stupid damshell to weep in a dark corner. I'm gonna hunt that mongoose down, skin him alive and save my precious babies (drumsticks) from his evil clutches. Time for war cry I guess. But there's this small technical difficulty that I couldn't get a glimpse of that moron's face due to that stupid hood and dark stadium. So yeah, even my ingenious mind is pretty stumped on how to hunt him down.

But your blue eyed puppy, Arjun is trying to cheer me up by dragging me to a newyear party. And for the record, Sam never ever turns down a party invite (even when my soul is whimpering for those lost drumsticks).

So I got to go...

Just wishing that like those sappy romantic flicks, that mysterious moron 'coincidentally' turns up at the party too, so I could somehow retrive those drumsticks. Though the romance would happen only between my fist and his nose if this wish comes true."

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