“The last time we spoke, you asked me to move on, to get married. You joked about how you wanted to have good food and enjoy looking at someone getting sacrificed. Do you remember how I wanted to let the whole world know about us but you stopped me? Do you remember, that you never stood by me when your possessive best friend wanted us to call it off? Well amidst those fights, your nonchalant behaviour, I fell out of this relationship. Moving on, My family is really happy that I am open to the thought of marriage. The funny part is that I am on every online matrimonial portal available but looks like I am not the only one there. My dad recently showed me a few photos and profiles of some shortlisted prospects. Looks like your elder brother has also made it to the top 3 of my Mom, Dad and aunt's preferences. Oops! Looks like the Tequila started talking instead of me! Gtg! Have a great night!”
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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