SHAYLA'S P.O.VThe water droplets slid over the glass lazily, as if they couldn't be less bothered to submit to the will of gravity.Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside those droplets and make a gravity propelled ride straight to the earth soil, slow slow slow. I laughed quietly to myself at the thought as I opened the window by an inch and stuck my hand out. I tilted my fingers up, watching the remnants of the drops run down my fingers like tiny rivers.I retreated back, leaving the window a bit open so that I could hum quietly to the steady drumming of the raindrops while reading my book.It was how the rainy days were here but I still wasn't quite used to it. Quite a bit of change from the ruthless rhapsody of rain in Mumbai, I had to admit. Ah Mumbai, a place with some of my dearest memories. One of them was me talking about cricket and having steaming cups of tea with Farhan on Mumbai's rainy days, when the rain played orchestra on the cedar roof.But my little bubble of peace

SHAYLA'S P.O.V The dinner was nothing short of awkward, for me at least. 

SHAYLA'S P.O.V  "Mom, this is enough. It has only been three days but I am sure I can't reside in the same room as Cameron anymore!" Camille yelled as she stomped into the living room where Tracy was narrating me stories about her teenage. 

SHAYLA'S P.O.V "Come on, Mille! Dance! Move your hips. Free your inner enchantress!" I shouted at Mille as she threw her arms up awkwardly and tried to do a hip twist. 

SHAYLA'S P.O.VI did not wear any heavy emotion well. I have always had this habit of dressing up the darkest of my emotions in tight, costly fabrics ; too much of eyeliner and the boldest strokes of lipstick, and high heels. I tried to shove all of such feelings deep down, hoping they would go away. But the dark, heavy emotions always left a trail, and it lingered there. They burned into my memories. The feeling was always undeniably there, swirling beneath the surface, threatening to burst out at the softest of words & gestures. It was a very ugly thing that screamed for attention, demanded to be freed, but I couldn't let it out. So instead, I smiled and tried to revel in the glances that were always thrown my way. So instead, I thrived and seeked solace in the temporary intimacy offered by casual hookups. Last night had left me quite frazzled. And a little (lot) flustered too. For the first time in my life I felt all flustered for kissing a guy on the cheek. And so, to lighten m