Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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MEERA
My plane landed several hours ago. The moment it touched down on the tarmac, it signified the ending of one chapter of my life and the start of a new one. New beginnings were always bittersweet. If that were true, I'd be crying.
All I felt was tired and numb like my emotions had been stuffed into a bottle and chucked into the ocean. I didn't feel excited or frightened or melancholic......I felt nothing.
Apathy wasn't unknown to me.
I was exhausted from my flight. My eyes felt heavy, my skin was dry, and my hair was frizzy to the point I was sure it would never be the same.
At this point, all I wanted to do was sleep in the very comfortable hotel bed and forget about everything. However, since time didn't stop for anyone, there was a meeting that I needed to go to and I couldn't be late.
Sadly I couldn't take a well-deserved nap.
I lifted my hand as I stared into the bathroom mirror. The bags underneath my eyes had deepened. I probably looked as tired as I felt.
Pharaoh, my adorable cat, was curled up comfortably on a pillow, purring as he napped away. I envied him.
"It's okay, sweetie," I said, patting him. His ears twitched slightly but he didn't wake up. "If all goes well, we'll live somewhere nicer than this place. You can have all the space and expensive cat treats that you want."
Just before I had boarded my flight, Uncle Roma told me about who I was going to meet in New York and what I needed to do. All he gave me was a name and told me that they'd set up a place for an interview.
That was several hours ago.
It's only been a day and I was starting to miss the sunny warmth of LA. I missed the green hills and clear blue sky. I missed my apartment with a view of the waterfront. I missed a lot of things about LA., Like the sun or the swaying palm trees or the rolling California hills.
The moment I stepped into the streets, I felt on edge. Everything here was just different.
There was something unforgivable about New York. Maybe it was the weather or the tall skyscrapers or the people, I couldn't put my finger on it. I felt so out of place. Alien almost.
I swallowed thickly and closed the curtains of my room. Now wasn't the time for any of this.
The view of New York wasn't as spectacular on the street level. I told myself to breathe on the elevator ride down. My hands tightened instinctively around the strap of my laptop case. I didn't know I should be more intimidated by the fact that I was meeting up with Anya Farewell herself or the feeling of complete isolation that settled into my bones.
It's been years since I've been to New York. The last time I was here, Uncle Vin still had hair and my baby cousin came up to my knee.
I didn't even get a chance to tell them that I arrived here. I wondered if Uncle Roma had informed them or not.
