Yin Yang (A Min Yoongi Story) ON HOLD.

A walk down the memory lane.

It's been 5 years since that day. It's a blur for reasons that are way too obvious like being drunk on more than a bottle of whisky. Yet its not forgotten.

'I can't believe that after 5 years, a situation like this, that I would be standing here of all the places could even happen', she thought to herself while fixing her outfit, nerves taking over her. 'It all seems unreal yet more real than anything I've ever felt before. The anxiety, the butterflies in the stomach and the excitement with legs almost giving away, I know it's real, very real. But what can I do? I remember it all. I remember that moment. I remember Him."

5 years ago. 2015.
The city of Mumbai, India.

A girl with hair that would never budge, almost always a little too frizzy to fit her liking with the sea wind making it worse, dressed in ripped denim shorts and white shirt with white shoes entered a bar. It was one of those bars in Mumbai that isn't too expensive but offers cheap alcohol and good side dishes that go well with drinks and you can always count on the atmosphere to be just right. She seated herself at one of the chair's next to the bar counter. She never really used to go out to drink alone but that day was a special one. It had been one year since her fall out with her ex boyfriend. It was not that she wasn't over the guy but something was unsettling and the feeling kept bothering her, so she decided that she needed to be alone and have a drink or may be several drinks.

It was afternoon, so the bar wasn't very crowded. It was mostly filled with corporate employees from nearby offices who had come for a lunch break. She walked straight in, sat down and ordered herself a Jim Beam Bourbon with half water and half soda. That was her drink, that's how she liked it.

While waiting for her drink, she sat with her head hung low, letting out a sigh which was loud enough for everyone sitting around her to turn their heads towards her. That's when she realised she might have been a little too audible. Till now, she was too oblivious to her surroundings, occupied with the thoughts that clouded her mind. Realising how loud she was, she lifted her head up to see the few people who were occupying the tables around her, eating food and having a good time with their friends. She apologized to them and instantly dug her head into her hands which were now on the table, cribbing in a very low tone for being so stupid. Suddenly she heard a slight laugh.

She looked up, turned her head to her right and saw a guy sitting two seats away from her, with his drink on the table and a phone in his hand. He was having whiskey on the rocks, which she liked and then she looked at him. He was sitting on the chair in a very relaxed manner, scrolling through his phone and with a smirk on his face.
He wasn't from India, that she was sure and without even thinking twice if he understood or spoke English, she responded almost organically, sounding pissed, "Is there a problem?"
She realised 10 seconds after speaking that she might have jumped the gun. 'He might not even understand what I just said', she thought to herself as she looked away with a scoff, saying nothing. She felt a little more pissed for the guy had not even bothered looking up when she spoke.

Everything was getting on her nerves. She was becoming restless. She was irritated, angry and pissed at herself for feeling the way she was, all because of a guy who left her a year back and was now happily dating someone else. She wanted to punch a hole through the table but she knew she couldn't do that. Instead, she took down the entire drink in one gulp and dropped her head on her hands which were resting on the table once again, sitting  in a head down position like we used to do in school when pretending to be sick or just sleeping through a class, sighing heavily.

She stayed like that for a while before she heard someone say, "Is something bothering you?" The tone was low, almost as if the person speaking barely opened his mouth but it was soft. There was stuttering, showing that English wasn't that person's first language. She took her time and finally looked up. She saw it was the same man who had laughed at her and had not even bothered looking at her a few minutes ago."No, everything is fine", she responded instantly, in an almost a robotic manner. She got back to her drink only to find an empty glass. She asked the guy at the bar to refill her glass. There was no response from the person and silence followed. The guy got back to his drink and she started fiddling with her refilled drink, clearly showing she was on edge. She started feeling uneasy inside and almost guilty at the way she responded. 'Why am I being so rude to a complete stranger when he has done nothing', she thought in her head, beating herself up mentally.