Blurry and watery, my eyes flooded with tears. I could see my reflection in a mirror,ocean of grief flowing down my cheeks.
My instincts are telling me to stop remembering him. I am slapping myself harder so that I stop crying for him.
It's been 2 years 11 months and 6days now. Why am I even keeping a count? Past should be a lesson,this is what I say to my students
What would they think of me if they found me like this. I want to stand, but my joints aren't supporting.
"Hey Meera are you alright, why are you here? Where is your sister?" called out a male voice.
My senses aren't working I couldn't even say a word. My blurry eyes managed to recognise him.
It was Preetam who took me home. I woke up after a while and heard Preetam,"Be careful with her and call me anytime you want I'am always there for her".
He spoke to Mytri and she is nodding, like she would break her neck in no time. As Preetam left I called Mytri.
Mytri started yelling at me,"Don't you feel ashamed, it's been 3years, you are supposed to be responsible and you do these shits all time, this doesn't suit you teacher".
"Stop it, my head is already aching, get me some warm water and listen don't you dare say this to mom", says Meera.
Then she opens her age old looking yet pretty and stickered diary and starts writing,
Dear diary,
Today was such a bad day. All my day went around memories of us,as if destiny want us to see together.
I don't want a day to go like that again. From the time I saw that tweet saying Sathya Vedic is joining back to his business until the evening rain which almost took me back to those times.
He didn't call me for once and he is starting his life again, I'am the one who is stuck with memories. Should I go meet him or shouldn't I? I don't want to repeat the mistake. No...No...
"Your highness, water is warm enough. Should I serve you or you are making some effort to help yourself", calls out Mytri
"Aah!, dramaqueen I'am coming, stop shouting I am not a mile far", says Meera and gets down to kitchen.