22nd June, 19
Tarun
Mehta
22nd June,
19
Harsh
Rao
I don't know what has gotten into me, why the
hell am I freaking out? Why does texting this person that I know so well sounds
so difficult suddenly? Why would I type and delete the messages again and
again?
I have gotten so
anxious that I can't even pick up my phone. Sanchita has been calling me from
the past five minutes but she probably gave up and then dropped a text that
read "DEAD".
Well yeah I mean I
feel dead. Fuck me man I am texting him now.
I grabbed my phone:
I have to do this...
Will I be able to face
him if we ever meet? Will he be able to recognize that it was me? Is there
something that I don't know about him?
"Let’s
go eat something, I need to talk to you about something as well so I’ll see you
in five”, Tarun hung up without letting me speak.
I
couldn't move for a minute. Did he recognize me? But no one knows it’s me so
how is it possible? What do I say I am so fucked up?
Just
when I was about to leave thinking about all the reasons I shouldn't go he
arrived. "HARSH, HARSH"
I
jumped out of my wits and went down, I had to face him today or tomorrow so now
is the day I guess.
As I
was getting nearer I was getting more anxious. I sat behind him, we went to our
usual spot and were waiting for the steamy momo’s to get cooked. He was just
chattering about the last night and cursing me but not a single word about the
text.
--
I
reached home. As usual, I started scrolling through Instagram again just then I
saw...
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