Betraying Myself

Hell with his ego and attitude of dismissing our friendship. I had enough of people showing me what I meant to them, how much of a bitch I was to them and what I should be doing with them. If our friendship meant nothing to him, then why I was seizing on the truth of the past and punishing myself with his moronic attitude. If I wasn't anything to him, then why to hurt myself over the thing. Pulling myself up from the chair, I fled from the office and maundered my eyes to search for Piyush office which I had been instructed to go in. After some labor and wandering, with no trace in my mind, I was standing in front of his office. I knocked on the glass door, which wasn't required because I could see everything going inside the room. I heard a small come in and entered in. The room was same as of Rajini Malhotra office, more like a replica of it. Piyush was talking with Dhruv with a smile on his face, w

Sitting in the college canteen, Mehak had a dubious look on her face, waiting for the news of yesterday. This girl always dies to hear the happenings of my life. To her my life was a movie which could be watched whilst she ate popcorn, and one time she did bring popcorn and coke. I had ordered some food for both of us. I was hungry. Veering back on the chair, I blurted out, "I met Dhruv yesterday." She wasn't in my school but she knew about him. I had told her about him in our second year. Her face gave away nothing. Soon Ishika, Lavish, and Abhi joined us with the sandwich in their hands except Ishika who had a salad. Go with her diet plan. "Who met who?" Lavish asked, while munching on his sandwich. "No one." They didn't know an

This boy sketching had been improved. My eyes were probing his designs with an awed look morphing my face. The dress was a long one with a skirt underneath, a long top over which had a cut in the center, starting from the end of the chest and went down. It gave a full view of underneath skirt. But there was something missing in this outfit. I chewed on the back of my pencil whilst thinking about it. What might he have missed while drawing it? But then my mind sidetracked to some other direction, pondering about his hands which were hard but drawn such a design. It was light, filling the lighter and darker spaces at the accurate places. I used to love his artistic hands because they used to be longer, sleek and gripped the pencil in a fluent manner.

It was the twelfth call I had repudiated of Ajay. He needed to stop bothering me, but his mind was a size of a pea to understand anything. I had more things to worry about and pay my attention in. Vexed by it, I put my phone on a silent mode, to not disrupt me while I work. "Again on phone." Piyush gave me a spiked look like it was my fault. But it was my so called boyfriend. I had no idea where we both stood, neither I wanted to think about it. Thinking about it was like giving a tunnel for hurt to come and destroy me. Many bad breakups were already on the list and one more would join soon. I put my phone back to my purse.

"Sanchi, wait." Mom called from behind. Turning, I saw she was standing outside the kitchen, hands on her hips and frown descended on her face. She was going to scold me for going without breakfast again. I slung the purse. "Mom, I'm getting late." But it was a waste of time arguing with her. "I don't want to hear any getting late." She came forward, wearing a traditional blue suit. I had no idea how she carried the weight of it without complaining. "Come and eat. You had been doing this from a week." "But-" She didn't hear any of my protests, as her hand encircled my wrist, stirring me to the dining room. While protesting, I was smiling at her antics. Twenty one years and her habit of pushing me to eat hadn't changed a little. She was the sweetest mom in the world, but sometimes sh