Circling the rim of my wine glass, I smoked out the angelic drag of that expensive hash my friend brought from his only international trip. Yes, I was sitting alone at this outrageous house party right in the middle of the city that never sleeps. Honestly, I was fuckin sleepy. I hadn't smoked up in a long time, but someone's eyes got me hooked. I was not being myself. Why would I even take a drag to please someone who would forget my name by the touch of the sunlight?
"Fuck! This wine is so good!" I screamed and realized nobody had heard me. And that's exactly what I have been facing for 2 years now. Unheard. Ignored. Abandoned.
More often than not, those eyes kept gazing at me as if they knew me. I couldn't catch hold of her, she was like sand, and I kept holding onto her too tight. That's it, I'm done. I'm bouncing- I thought to myself. One more masquerade to regret. Yet another time that I could've spent writing my new gig. What a waste!
*Peck* she kissed me on my cheek as I hung low, and I realized- it was my date. All this while, she had been the one my eyes had been chasing. Why was I chasing what I already had? I wanted my senses back! I tumbled through a few shoulders and searched for a door that spelled 'H-I-M' just to look at myself dead into my soul. I splashed my face with that cold cold water, and I froze.
"Have I been drinking a lot lately? Yes. Am I being too harsh on myself? Fuck yes. Should I have not mixed drinks with hash? Abso-Fuckin-lutely" But 'the one' who drops everybody home can't get sloshed today, my ego doesn't ever let me fall. I am better than this, I need to be with the eyes that latched on to me, it feels like home when I have her. I knocked a few shoulders that I pushed earlier, they were woozier than I was. I needed her, she was one drink away from passing out on the bar. She looked at me and said, "I don't feel so good".
I yelled "Not again, Thanos!" and in a flash, she puked her partly chewed pizza all over me. Yes, disgusting. And guess who ended up cleaning that? yours truly. I spent an hour, and I swear I used all the products ever made by Hindustan Unilever, I know them all by now.
She lay half-dead on the couch as three drunk dudes helped me clean up glass pieces laced with my date's undigested dinner. Very graphic, I know. Luckily, nobody got hurt, except for my ego of course. I was sober enough to climb a mountain by then. Again, what a waste!
I ended up jamming with these guys later on waiting for her to wake up. This was not the worst crowd, after all, they knew all the lyrics of most Bollywood songs. I smiled ear to ear. Maybe I was being too harsh, to myself, the people around me and my thoughts. Maybe when you are stupid, everyone, including you, suffers.
"Sorry," she whispered as she got up half-drunk and looked straight at me. Honestly, she confused me, was she sober now? Before I could react, she kissed me in front of the crowd and all thanks to fuckin Hindustan fuckin Unilever, it was amazing! She dragged me into an empty room, and I knew that I would finally get to be with her. Nothing seemed hotter than the way she owned me in front of everyone. I felt 'heard' after a long long time.
Still a bit giddy, I couldn't care less as I could feel my blood rush, maybe to the right places this time. Time was not wasted, after all, she was.
Ten minutes into the most meaningful moments of that night, she grabs my head and looks at me. She had the prettiest eyes in the world. My ears couldn't wait to hear something hot! Wow! What a time to be alive! She leaned forward as she said "Don't. tell. Yash." and started kissing me again.
I mean... What a waste!
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