I have a crush on someone though. She thinks I’m a dumb Dubai kid too. Some kind of streak I’m on.
Hope it works out with her
She’s dating. Anyway. Got to go.
Bye. I’m sorry
I’m sorry too for not being enough for you. Should have never trusted a girl who doesn’t end her sentences with a full stop. Learn some fucking English.
8.
Aanchal Madan
‘Do you like the church?’ Maa asks over the phone.
‘It’s so boring. I should have come with you,’ I reply.
‘It’s okay, Aanchal. Be thankful. And don’t separate from the group, okay? Keep wearing the hat they gave you. We will see you at the restaurant. And just see Gaurav doesn’t jump around too much.’
Maa–Papa had chosen to skip the Ross Island Tour and instead visit the flea market with others from the group. They have been calling every five minutes to check on us.
‘Okay, Maa, bye, bye.’
Be thankful.
Over the past few years, our stationery shop has seen a rise in the sale of a certain type of item: gratitude journals. It serves to remind people of things they should be thankful for. We never get repeat customers for gratitude journals. Because we take things for granted. For how many days can you keep writing, ‘I’m thankful for my health’ in a journal? Right now, I’m finding it hard to feel gratitude about this disappointing Ross Island tour. The guide’s showing us around a dilapidated church. The ruins are just like any other ruins. Moss-covered bricks lying on the ground. There’s no way one can picture what the actual church looked like. Should I feel gratitude that others can’t experience this non-experience?
‘Why did you say I don’t care about Vicky?’ I complain to Gaurav.
Gaurav’s careless comment has kept me up all night. I feel I’m a rotten person because I feel gratitude and relief that it happened to Vicky and not me.
