ANCHOR [ completed ]

ENDEAVOUR

"Tiri....!!!  Can you open the door? Someone just rang the bell",  Maa ordered me.

" uff maa..  I am also busy,,  can't you see?  I didn't even finished the first stanza of the song.. ugh..!!!!!,  " I got really frustrated and replied.

  I am trying my best for two days to dance on 'Dil mera blast',  but ugh..!!!  I just can't. It's so fricking hard.  Whatever I do it feels like he will not like it. Moreover my mom,  everytime when I was so devoted towards this dance she have order me something unimportant.

" Okay..!!!  Don't.  I know I have to do everything on this house. Sorry.. I am extreeemly sorry tiri that I asked for you help ", my mom shouted at me.

     Nothing can beat mother's emotional blackmail. In order to stay in this house in had to stop my dance and I opened the door.

Blue jeans, red floral top, black shoes blue bag on the back,  golden watch,  ponytail hair. 
That's my chubby friend Shayani

" Wassup girl?  SURPRISED ????? " , she said.
    If I had heart problem, I would be dead by now.  I was like is it her or I am hallucinating ? It can't be her. I talked with her this morning.

" You fucking bitch..!!!!  Why didn't you tell me you are coming????  WTF...!!!!! ",  I screamed at her.

" WHOA WHOA....  calm down girl,  your mother is home. Don't use slangs atleast", She smiled .

"YOU DESERVE IT", I screamed again.

"So,  am I going to stand outside or you let me enter? ", She said.

" Just you wait, I am going to kill you" I said while dragged her in.

     She was on leave.  That's why she came to Kolkata for few days.
After finishing the lunch she had a little conversation with my family then we went to my room.

Me: Thank God you came. Now you can help me with my dance.

Shayani: Disha.. are you serious?  I mean you saw dancing right?  It was horrible. Tell me you are kidding..? 

Me: Will you shut up?  Just dance with me. It will be a duet dance.

Shayani: You should consult with a psychiatrist.

Me: Oh God.. Please. Stop joking.

  It took me 2 hours to convince her to dance. Finally she agreed. She will stay in my house for few days. So we started dancing.

                 *After three days*

(Middle of the dance)

Shayani : hey I think if we turn our legs like this it would be cool.

Me: if we turn legs like that we will fall in our face.

Shayani : hey we have to clap right with this beat?

Me: Nooooooo.. After the beat we have to clap.

Shayani: Don't you think I look like a hen in this step??

Me: Will you focus???

   I was sooooo done. Dance choreography is fucking hard. And the hardest part is teach someone that dance. And shayani was really bad at dancing. But after the millions of attempts finally we recorded our dance and post it to Instagram tagging Mr. Darshan Raval.

                  **After a week**

Darshan didn't posted yet.  It's been a week. I was lying down on my bed like a dead body. It's like time stopped for me. Shayani left two days ago. So it's getting more tough for me to survive. I called shayani multiple times but she was busy take the call.

  *Darshan Raval just posted a photo*

My heart maybe just stopped for a sec. I was soooo scared to open the photo. I wish shayani was here. I clicked the photo.

It was the winner list. I eyes were searching for the name blue soul. Me and shayani decided this name together. But the name wasn't there.
My heart shattered. Well somewhere at the point I knew that I can't be selected. But still. I was crying. Silently.

Shayani called me millions of time but I didn't pick.

**After one day**

(Darshan raval posted a photo)