(Reconstructing)Sharing A Damaged Memory

Chapter 3-The way to a woman's wrath is through stealing her wallet.

“It has been rumored that I was the brains of the robbery, but that was totally incorrect.”

-Ronald Biggs

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After an entire sleepless night and equally terrible morning, I had finally been able to push the whole incident out of my mind. But not him. And I was desperate to forget him. So, I took a sheet of paper where I had been doing trigonometry and in the back of it made a list. I had once read somewhere that this was an effective way of getting something out of your mind- make a note of what’s bothering you and then tear it up. It had worked beautifully in the past with my Calculus homework sheet and other stuff, if you ignore the consequences, of course.

Thus, I scrawled:

MY VICTIM:

About him- Eye-color: Unknown; Height: Unknown but comparable with Mt. Everest; Complexion: Unusually pale; Hair Color: Dark auburn hair with a few strands of golden; Over-all: A great nose, carved jaw with a slight stubble, Adam’s apple.

Behavior- Not very pleasant to strangers.

Positive traits: 1.Flawless set of flossed pearl-white teeth; 2.Way too attractive. 

Negative traits: 1.No sense of humor; 2.Arrogant jerk; 3.Not very fond of me.

Relationship Status: In a relationship/ It’s complicated (because friends don’t seem to like her).

Anything else? 1.Possessive about his cake. 2.Has sharing issues.

I let out a deep breath after I was done and stared at the list. Nope, I wasn’t feeling even slightly better. But at the same time, I just didn’t have the nerve to tear it up. I decided I would eventually get his disheveled dark hair out of my mind by being careful not to run into him again. It couldn’t be that difficult.

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For the rest of the day, I avoided spending time with myself. Because whenever I was alone, my brain would throw his images in front of my mind. Maybe this was the repercussion of stealing that wretched cake- I made myself vulnerable to karma in the process.

I did everything a normal human is capable of doing to take my mind off what was bothering me and I was somewhat successful. I played basketball with Wes in the morning and lost dishonorably. After that I wasn’t allowed a moment of rest because I had to straddle Salad and put my hand inside his mouth to pull out the mound of plasticine he had tried to wolf down (he made it especially hard by locking his jaw and growling at me as if I was molesting him). This action led me to scrub my hand till I saw some flesh because trust me, Salad’s mouth- not so virgin.

Thus, you can see how preoccupied I was and didn’t have time to dwell on other matters.

In the evening, Alice and Zooey took me shopping with them. Why did I agree? Because the bride was having a fight with her fiancé over the phone and it wasn’t the best time to even go within a ten meter radius of her. Landmine, that’s what they called her.

We were in a small but well-maintained clothes boutique. It was the perfect time to find a dress for Kate’s engagement party tomorrow. If there was still an engagement till then, that is.

“Come on, find yourself a pretty dress.” Alice commanded me.

“I don’t need one; thank you.” I said bored. The sales-woman of the boutique was rather annoying. She followed me and kept pulling out dresses from the thin air, some of which were absolutely hideous. Even Blake Lively couldn’t pull them off- that hideous.