dis shouldn’t hve happened to me
We will have other options.
dun know what I wil do. Stop calng me
Have you told Uncle?
no
I miss him, but more than that, every time I read his text, a little voice inside me whispers,Thank God it’s not you.
At a distance, I see Rabbani and Daksh.
Today, Rabbani’s dressed in a cute dinosaur onesie with horns running down her back. Daksh is in a black sleeveless T-shirt and shorts. Sweat is trickling down the rippled muscles of his arms and he seems to have gone browner. Daksh is running behind Rabbani with a camera in hand. Both sister and brother can’t stop giggling. I envy the naïve, dumb simplicity of their lives. Even Daksh’s relationship is just that. Naïve, simple puppy love. Three months and he’s calling what he has with Sameeksha love.
Rabbani then turns and looks at me. She starts to run towards me. I turn around to see if there’s something behind me that she’s running for. She stops just in front of me and picks up a small, shiny rock.
‘Hey,’ says Daksh. ‘Rabbu, say hi to Aanchal Aunty, my crush on this vacation. Isn’t she pretty?’
‘Don’t say that!’ I protest.
‘She doesn’t understand that,’ he chuckles.
My comment was not directed towards Rabbani but towards Daksh. He shouldn’t call me pretty. He just . . . shouldn’t.
