Give up. Nothing’s going to work out. By now my head was hurting with all the yelling and screaming I had done. Anger got the worst out of me especially the last minute choke-my-throat-for-breath moments.
“You’re coming tonight right?”
“What? Where? Why”
He asked as if I was kidnapping him and asked him for his own ransom money.
“My place. Its 31st if I may remind you”
“You never confirmed anything. I can’t leave so late now!”
The next five minutes were full of angry words from me, my cousin still making an effort to calm me down.
This ain’t going to work this way. Rewinding the last few days, i had just been a lazy buffoon and said yes to everyone for their plans for 31st night, and now I planned to collect all of them in one place, more so to avoid a bashing from all of these people.
I started to get a splitting headache. The only thing, person actually, who could possibly save me, and I knew it because of my past experience, was Harshada. Before I knew what I was doing, I was cheerfully fixing our timings for the eventful evening ahead of us.
Almost dumb-found by the sudden change of plans, my brother barked on the phone initially when he got to know of my plans of ditching him. I couldn’t care less. Neither did anyone. So I decided to be with people I like.
Getting home soon wasn’t easy with the maddening Mumbai crowd in the trains with their insanity levels reaching heights. “Its just another casual night out!” and I left home in a casual tee & jeans, only to find Harshada all glittering more so with her smile (really, you could have blinded me :P)
“Ruchi am so excited! Please tie this scarf for me”
For once I was angry for not being informed about this costume party. I so realized she was serious.
“ruchiiiii! Lets get dressed!”
I had to believe my ears. Honestly it came naturally to me to believe these things coming from the one person I know who can pull these off. Harshada. Could it be more fun?
So, me in rags and Harshada in her party wear, hit the roads of Thane at 9 in the evening, on an Activa, shopping. Yes, we shopped like an idiotic married couple. Groceries. And stuff I cannot say. This could probably be read by our relatives!
“Cake! We have to get the cake from Ribbons & Balloons.” And Harshada drove through the crazy traffic from Vrindavan to Panchpakhadi like the world was coming to an end, which was also clear from the crowd at the patisserie.
Getting home was another fun ride for me, though Harshada was struggling with her dress (yes! She drove in the beautiful one piece. Poor thing I made her do the unthinkable. I am still hoping she found it as a cute city experience.)
Soon Saumya joined us. It was a cracker of an evening then on. While I was taking recepies from my mother on the phone, something was playing in the background. Sounds familiar. Sounds rapchick!
‘Tip Tip Barsaa Paaani’ that was the DJ in the next apartment. I could feel the adrenaline pumping. I wanted to throw the phone away & dance. With my mother on the other side of the phone giving me instructions for cooking pasta, I let it pass.
Harshada still trying to get me dressed up for our ‘event’ said the unthinkable.
“Ruchi yaa get out off those clothes.”
By that time I had hung up on my mom. I am glad I did. Harshada had a nice time laughing at my expression though. Enter Saumya and more fun begins. Music. Food. Drinks (Colas ofcourse, our parents can read too okay!) Gossip. Sensible talk. Non-justifiable levels of laughter. More. More. More.
By mid-night, I din’t want anything less than a superman to take me for a joyride across the planets! Well, I did find my superman. My best friend/really good friend (in saumya’s terms) of 20 years came to wish me new years (first time in all those years), and admired the pink dress Saumya & Harshada managed to get me into. We rushed home soon & celebrated with a little dance, the three of us with dim lights and killer music. Who said we need guys?!
Hell we do! But never mind. We were all doing a little dance of our own in our little head with the people we loved the most, or people who could dance *giggles*
The last of my year was like a swing that refused to stop. By the end of it, my head was buzzing and I dint remember how/ when I went off to sleep.
Beating eggs into a bowl and have pasta-maggi combination was the best start I could imagine to my new year!
Lots of love and big hugs.
“You’re coming tonight right?”
“What? Where? Why”
He asked as if I was kidnapping him and asked him for his own ransom money.
“My place. Its 31st if I may remind you”
“You never confirmed anything. I can’t leave so late now!”
The next five minutes were full of angry words from me, my cousin still making an effort to calm me down.
This ain’t going to work this way. Rewinding the last few days, i had just been a lazy buffoon and said yes to everyone for their plans for 31st night, and now I planned to collect all of them in one place, more so to avoid a bashing from all of these people.
I started to get a splitting headache. The only thing, person actually, who could possibly save me, and I knew it because of my past experience, was Harshada. Before I knew what I was doing, I was cheerfully fixing our timings for the eventful evening ahead of us.
Almost dumb-found by the sudden change of plans, my brother barked on the phone initially when he got to know of my plans of ditching him. I couldn’t care less. Neither did anyone. So I decided to be with people I like.
Getting home soon wasn’t easy with the maddening Mumbai crowd in the trains with their insanity levels reaching heights. “Its just another casual night out!” and I left home in a casual tee & jeans, only to find Harshada all glittering more so with her smile (really, you could have blinded me :P)
“Ruchi am so excited! Please tie this scarf for me”
For once I was angry for not being informed about this costume party. I so realized she was serious.
“ruchiiiii! Lets get dressed!”
I had to believe my ears. Honestly it came naturally to me to believe these things coming from the one person I know who can pull these off. Harshada. Could it be more fun?
So, me in rags and Harshada in her party wear, hit the roads of Thane at 9 in the evening, on an Activa, shopping. Yes, we shopped like an idiotic married couple. Groceries. And stuff I cannot say. This could probably be read by our relatives!
“Cake! We have to get the cake from Ribbons & Balloons.” And Harshada drove through the crazy traffic from Vrindavan to Panchpakhadi like the world was coming to an end, which was also clear from the crowd at the patisserie.
Getting home was another fun ride for me, though Harshada was struggling with her dress (yes! She drove in the beautiful one piece. Poor thing I made her do the unthinkable. I am still hoping she found it as a cute city experience.)
Soon Saumya joined us. It was a cracker of an evening then on. While I was taking recepies from my mother on the phone, something was playing in the background. Sounds familiar. Sounds rapchick!
‘Tip Tip Barsaa Paaani’ that was the DJ in the next apartment. I could feel the adrenaline pumping. I wanted to throw the phone away & dance. With my mother on the other side of the phone giving me instructions for cooking pasta, I let it pass.
Harshada still trying to get me dressed up for our ‘event’ said the unthinkable.
“Ruchi yaa get out off those clothes.”
By that time I had hung up on my mom. I am glad I did. Harshada had a nice time laughing at my expression though. Enter Saumya and more fun begins. Music. Food. Drinks (Colas ofcourse, our parents can read too okay!) Gossip. Sensible talk. Non-justifiable levels of laughter. More. More. More.
By mid-night, I din’t want anything less than a superman to take me for a joyride across the planets! Well, I did find my superman. My best friend/really good friend (in saumya’s terms) of 20 years came to wish me new years (first time in all those years), and admired the pink dress Saumya & Harshada managed to get me into. We rushed home soon & celebrated with a little dance, the three of us with dim lights and killer music. Who said we need guys?!
Hell we do! But never mind. We were all doing a little dance of our own in our little head with the people we loved the most, or people who could dance *giggles*
The last of my year was like a swing that refused to stop. By the end of it, my head was buzzing and I dint remember how/ when I went off to sleep.
Beating eggs into a bowl and have pasta-maggi combination was the best start I could imagine to my new year!
Lots of love and big hugs.
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