Vandita woke up in the morning with a terrible headache. Clutching on her elbow, she sat up on the bed. For a moment she couldn't recall where she was. The lavish bedroom was a contrast to her convent dorm.
'The Roy Chowdhury banglow', she remembered. She shifted her sides in the soft bed when her eyes feel on the bedside table.
A glass of water with two aspirins and a small note.
' First Kiss.
First Champagne, and
First hangover.
Welcome to Adulthood.
PS: Check the Wardrobe'
Vandita took the glass in her hand and popped in the tablets, Aspirin. She looked at her oversized satin nightshirt and tried to recall the memories of the previous night. She could remember only bits and pieces and those were enough to turn her into a bright hue of red.
