she had been waiting impatiently for his sms for the past 2 hrs as she cut the onions. tears rolled down her eyes inexorably. 'its the onions' she told herself. he had told he would msg when he reaches home. 'he must have reached by now' she thought. 'but the traffic in bangalore!!'.'yes it must be the traffic' she consoled herself.
minutes went passing by, the knife came down furiously upon the onions. she glanced at the calender on the table. each day was marked with stars. it had become her habit to mark days with stars. llike a movie review. five stars meant an unbelievably good day. single star was a hopeless day. yesterday was marked with two stars. two stars always meant a confused day. three star was just about 'okay' day where nothing too bad had happened but nothing exciting as well. but two star was worse than that. it left her perplexed as to what the day was really worth. yesterday was one of them. he had messaged her 'sorry dear, i have to go for my uncle's wedding anniversary' but she was not convinced.
when she ran out of onions but not the tears, she got up to mark the day with a single star. pen in hand, she approached the table. but the phone rang. it was an sms. thrilled, she ran back to the bed and picked up the cellphone. it WAS from him. it read 'my mom found your bra in my bag. why did u leave it there last night'.
she did not pick up the pen this time. she did not turn to the calendar. there was no need.
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All you are doing here is re-hashing Goodbye Columbus. You do see that, don't you?
no way.. i cant figure out wy u think so.. it dint even cross my mind
dude, the diaphragm and it being found by the mother, the novella from Goodbye Colombus. You might not have thought it but you sure have internalised it. Think about it.
ya.. now i see it..
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