Yesterday, she was the only girl in a summer soccer camp till she graduated. Her journey had been one arduous ride. Today was her 6 month anniversary of her conversion from Miss to Mrs. Her hands clenched hard and gripped the bed-sheet, as her Mr. walked towards her with an evil grin and pervert intensions. It was the day when she had to firmly refuse, a day for her unabashed gemini to come out. She fearlessly got up, looked him into the eyes and saw her brazen reflection. Her quick reflexes and summer training guided her smoothly to destroy, her Mr’s mother’s aspirations of a “grandson” only.
A long time before I could leave for the airport, the sky had turned pitch black. “Great! The flight will be so upsettingly bumpy. I sarcastically thought to myself. To make sure I had easy access to the anxiety medications, I unzipped my handbag and double-checked the emergency medical pouch. I was returning to Mumbai, the city I considered to be my home. But I had grown accustomed to Bangalore after a lengthy 5 years. I had to because I spent the majority of my formative years here. I walked around the house, the house that was home to so many memories. Study dates, pulling all-nighters with friends who were now family, my weakest to my strongest moments, games night, watching India beat Pakistan and Pakistan beat India at cricket, this house, had seen it all. This was nice, it was the best time and now it was time to make it better. Beginning a new chapter of my life, as a doctor. The rain pounded against the roof of my cab, and the dashboard displayed the time, it...
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