Impossible Is The New Normal #YourStoryIndia

I Dont Like Parties.

“Sam, I am not comfortable with what you are doing right now.”

“Neither am I, but you cant see me complaining.”

“No, I just don’t- get what you are even doing right under the table.”

“Jeez, Angie did this only once, and look at her. She is not complaining. Kid got used to it.”

“Uhm- I am not complaining because your elbow is near my jaw and it hurts.”

I shifted a little to free my elbow from her jaw. “Better?”

“Yeah, thanks. And Sam, you are insane.”

Nikki facepalmed, a brilliant accomplishment in our current space situation. “You are actually hiding under the drinks table.”

“Correction. We are hiding under the drinks table.” I said, peeking upwards tentatively to find out if he was still there. “Darn it, why isn’t he leaving.”

“Because he is the face of this party, genius. Sam, this is ridiculous even for you.”

I sighed. This wasn’t exactly ridiculous but more on the side of safety. Protective measure that my brain told it was mandatory for me to do. It was Davidson’s party, a corporate mega gala thing for the official announcement and launch of the product he and Vidhyuth collaborated with together blah blah blah. Well, as it is a part of my job description to appear for this god forsaken thing, I couldn’t wriggle out of it. That was my decision after I learnt that Nikki, who was recently back in town, would also accompany me. Now, that reduced the whole arduous task of operating in the same place as The Devil, but it didn’t make it anything less uncomfortable. That too, when he arrived late and I was already going on with my introductory speech and he was staring at me like (I am too embarrassed, I just cant), well, with inappropriate thoughts running in his head. It didn’t even help when he smirked at me, the rare truly bad boy smirks that he gives when he is about to say something usually uhm, not so gentleman like, when I Glared at him openly.

So, for the own safety of my honor and integrity, I am hiding now.

As my companions, Angela and Nikki had work to do too (Angie was mostly here because she was texting her boyfriend away from media scrutiny) and Nikki was here to tell me that I am an idiot.

“I am not being ridiculous, I am just being protective.”

“You’re an idiot. Uh- wait, someone wants to Facetime, how can I even move my hand to get it?” she groaned as she fumbled for her phone. We were all dressed in long, flowing dresses and it was totally uncomfortable to reach for commodities which were essential for our (currently indefinite) time we spend here.

“Darn it, uh- Rithwik, now is really not a good time!” she said, as she answered.

He was in the party too, so he just looked at her in confusion. “Where are you people? I had been looking for you for ten minutes!”

“Yeah, well, it’s a long story.” She said lamely.

“Are you- where are you? Are you- hiding under a table?”

“No!”

“Is Sam with you?”

I gave Nikki the Sell-me-out-you-die look. She sighed. “No, I am searching for her.”

“Well, you, me everyone else. Davidson wants to ask her about some speech he has to give. Wants to know if he can just wing it.”

“He is not winging anything.” I muttered.

“Uhm- tell him he is not supposed to.”

“Okay, tell me if you find Sam. And also, you come back too, wherever you are.”