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Yesterday was one of the worst days I've had recently. Ironically, it was one day where I actually set my books aside and took a well-deserved break.

Seeing I had no classes that day, my mum scheduled an appointment with my ophthalmologist. I had a teeny-weeny number, and Mum thought it was time for a check-up. So I reluctantly left my One Tree Hill marathon, to go all the way to the other side of town, in a rickshaw.  :/

Once there, the nurse poured some drops into my eyes. And just as those came into contact with my cornea,  I shrieked. I had totally forgotten how much that stuff hurt. It was like friggin' acid.
It was supposed to dilate my pupils, and make my vision hazy for a few hours, and help the doc see whether there was anything wrong with my eye. Thankfully, there wasn't. And my eyes were okay now.
That should make me happy, right?
Wrong. That stuff was like frickin' acid and had me practically blind. I couldn't see a bloody thing!

The world was just a big Pablo Picasso painting for me.
All I could see was big blotches of color.

By the time we left the clinic, it started raining pitch-forks. My great kismet. *note sarcasm*
And no rickshaw- waala was ready to come all the way back, in that pouring rain.

So my poor mum, a hand linked through mine to keep me from straying away, the other hand holding the umbrella for both of us and clenching onto her bag and waving frantically for the rickshaw waalas to stop. They didn't, nonetheless. Morons.

After a while the Rain-God had mercy on us, and tamed down.

But instead, Mum took that as a bait to do some street shopping. I mean, seriously?
She stuck to her guns till the vendor did not give her the pumpkin for her price. And later she had the victorious feel in her tone, when she spoke of her achievement of getting the pumpkin at half the price we get in our locality.
And still no rickshaw- waala.

We would've been a sight, I tell you. My shorts were drenched, and my hair felt frizzy. Mum was not on her best, either. I was sulky, and stomping my way through the pot-holes, and in turn splashing muddy water all over my bare calves. Mum staggering on the road, with her arm full of plastic bags and an umbrella and trying to keep track of me, every other second.

 How much ever I try to portray rains as those wonderful, magical events they certainly weren't those for me.

When what seemed like hours had passed, a rickshaw-waala finally agreed. We quickly got in, and I started my rambles on how it was all a bad idea and how mum owed me a pedicure after all that dirty water we walked in- water people with diseases stomp and spit in; when my mum quietly mumbled something that really made me think.

Every cloud has a silver lining- She said.

Surely I had heard about it in school.
She made me think of a silver lining about this situation.

I, being the red-hot angry, stubborn head- couldn't think of any.

She said, When was the last time we actually held hands while walking?
-When I was 10. Five years back.

"When was the last time you got wet in rains?"
-I don't remember. I've always hated rains,

"When was the last time Mumbai got rains on time?"
-Long, long back.

"When was the last time I got pumpkin for fifteen rupees?"
- I laughed at that.

So after a long, hot shower I hit the sack.

It was a memorable day after all.
Of silver linings and despicable Bombay rains.

My click :)

When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl.

She hates me. And, don't I know it.
She hated me from the moment I had first stepped into class- two years ago.

It was not like I wanted us to be best friends or something.
 I kept my distance. And she kept hating me.

Now don't take this wrong. She was not a bully or anything. Far from it actually.
She's barely 5' 5" and I easily tower over her with my 5' 7".

I went out of my way to keep her out of my eye shot.
One of my close friends in school was her ex-best friend. They had been inseparable, the first year I had been in this school. I had heard countless stories of theirs. They shared everything. Even boyfriends.
But the next summer, everything changed. Overnight they went from being practically leaches off the other's skin to scrunching their noses at the mere mention about the other. Something beeeeg had happened, but thats not my story.

Every now or then I would listen to how much she hates me from some of our common friends. I used to just push those thoughts out of my head. I could care less- she could just take all her hate and it and shove it up her ass.

We never had a proper conversation. Never.
A word or two here and there- That's the farthest we could bear breathing the same air.
She showed me the finger behind my back one day, and my best friend blew her top. There were a  truck-load few cuss words exchanged. And I had to literally drag my friend away to avert the nasty brawl we'd otherwise have had to witness.

I never hated her. She had done nothing to me.
I am far from judgmental. Being judgmental is wrong. I had learned it the hard way, and vowed to never do that again.

Whenever I passed her in the school hallways, I always smile or even put up an act to depict my happiness; I could literally see the hatred radiating off her. And this time I'm not exaggerating. And then looking at her, I don't even have to put up an act.


What puzzled me on more occasions than one, was that what would she have against me. Just why did she loathe me so much?

I thought back. I had done nothing to her. Not a single thing. But then I stop pondering over that- I have better things to do. I have a better life than hers-  I have every reason to be happy.

...This sounds like a typically high-school drama. *Shudders*
It is dramatic, indeed. But I reckon, as long as we have bitches like Harshika to grace the face of planet Earth... lets just say we'll never run out of entertainment.

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul, I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go.

She felt the bed dip behind her, and was suddenly engulfed by the warmth of another body. She felt content in his arms. Like, that was all she needed to survive.To give her that one reason to breathe.
She smiled to herself.
And just as the feeling of gratification settled in she heard his phone buzz under her. She knew what it meant, very well.
He had to go.
She failed to keep the disappointment from surfacing, as he whispered a got to go, baby in her ears. She quickly turned around to watch him put on his jacket and quietly murmured, "Love you, Dad."

So, all my women here. Chin up, its your brother-fucking day.

"You sonovabitch"-You mothafucker.

So, two people fight. One swears at the other, calling his mother or sister at times, names and whatnot. Indirectly, insulting them, their pride and their grace. So, why the hell are women targeted, if the person whom he has a grudge against is the man in front of him?

Why is it that 80% of the people use women- concentrated profanities? Why is it that even when men are fighting, curses calling their women names are rallied back and forth? Why are women always the ones getting thrown dirt at?

Is it because men have HUGE egos and self-pride and don't mind themselves being insulted, but would not take a word against their women?

Is this because their intention is to hurt the other man, by offending his women? Then I don't think it is justified. It will hurt him, maybe. A little. But more than that, it would provoke them to retaliate with an even  better  comeback. Hopefully, worse than the one they'd received. This, leads nowhere other than making the conversation one, where kids need to keep their ears covered.

When I grow up, Im gonna make a curse that does not offend anybody other than the person I intend to. And, and, and the kids won't have to cover their ears either. Yeah, man.

Women are the whole reason why you are on this earth. Respect them. Treasure them.
Think about your own mother, before going ahead and calling others' names. Think about how you'll be disgracing her by uttering those pitiful words. The jackass who deserves this, isn't likely to change if you insult his mother. Sister, even.

So, my women here hold your head high. Chin up. And, most importantly keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and theres a lot to smile about.

Laterr

xx


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