Sun shines brighter here *Editing*

You look like Kim Kardashian adopted an Indian kid and dipped her in Gucci

That cold September evening, the sun had set in the lower Manhattan, the frogs had started croaking and there was a chill to the air, crisp and undeniably pleasant, A pile of homework and worksheets were spread across my bed guarded by fat-ass books on American constitution. My room smelt like sugary donuts mixed with mildewed books. The walls were plastered with photographs from India and a few from nights out at NEW YORK, cheesy motivational posters with eagles soaring over glaciers and stuff like that hung tightly against the wall, A lump of clothes were pushed near my bed, anyone who’d entered my room would have easily guessed that I was studying for my exams which begin early this month. Tomorrow was the last paper and I was literally too sick and tired of studying. As the clock beside my dresser struck 3, my back muscles ached and my mind had given up the ability to comprehend any more of Finance law, like how Barney Stinson says “nothing good ever happens after 3 am”.

I shut my books and quickly tucked myself into my duvet, as I took the comfort and warmth of it, my phone buzzed. The screen blinked a green message icon with Naveed’s name next to it.

N: Up?

A: I was just about to sleep.

N:Goodluck for tomorrow.                  A: thanks, GTG , night.

N: night, also I’ll pick you up after school, you did not have any plans, did you?

A: Does it matter? You’ll make me cancel them anyway.

N: backgate, 3 pm

A: I’ll think about it, comfort food and sweatpants is what I need right now, not Naveed-drama 101.

I pretty sure he replied but I was too tired to answer it, so I slept right away.

Friday afternoon, after my last class of the day, I was exhausted and sleep-deprived, my stomach ached as I left campus and walked into my apartment, Emily was still at school and all of my new friends were either partying or studying or catching on some lost sleep. My inbox was overflowing with texts, emails, invites and shit, I had been virtually inactive for a month now, as I took in the comfort of my bed and caught up on some recorded episode of The big bang theory, My phone rung, it glowed Naveed’s name.

“Hello?”

“ Hi, are you ready? I’ll be there in 20? “

“ what? Oh the, I forgot about it… rain check?”

“Fuck you, get dressed”

“I’m kinda tired and my head hurts”

“pop a pill and get your ass down to the backgate.kay.bye,shit “

Beep beep beep.

Bastard, doesn’t even let me sleep in peace, Can’t I just have one do-nothing-day? Like is that so much to ask?

 But I was too tired to argue with Naveed and a part of me wanted to get away from this madness. Due to my exams and his crazy schedule we haven’t hung out a lot or spoken much since the beginning of school and obviously and clearly he misses hanging out with me, isn’t it obvious?

Hurriedly, I put on a pair of black zipper tights with a red silk tank, paired with a cardigan, I wore some moisturizer and some lip balm, makeup isn’t what I need right now, I thought to myself, I grabbed a monogrammed LV sling bag, threw in my phone, wallet, lip balm and some candy. I popped an aspirin, my new substitute for crocin and headed to the back gate.

I caught a glimpse of Naveed’s black SUV, he waited impatiently as he tapped on to his phone. I maneuvered through the swarming crowd and hopped on his car abruptly.