A new year eve...the glittering stars...crackers...Meera's phone lights up...Message from Dev..."Meera your brother is just an asshole...You are so sensible...Give him a tight slap from my side...Oops I am drunk..Rip my liver...." 1:80AM
Meera wakes up the other morning..sun at its helm on a winter chill morning..She gets out of her bed smiles to nature recuperates from the loss of....people in her life...and comes down to have her tea ..She has to go with her father somewhere..she sits on the dining table..looks at her phone...After he went..Meera used to check her phone anticipating that he might return as he had before....Switches on the Wifi with cold hands...Messages...her heart skips a beat..Dev...my brother's friend drunk...Why did he do this..Who am I..?????Meera was a sweet soul..she never reacted by just one instance...her reactions used to be passive more in a "Its ok...in a acceptable manner...And So was it...the FIRST TIME...the flame was lit...Meera the type of girl she was.... had never been attached to anyone in that sense....The question that i leave you with Is "By replying to the message in such a way...Was she right...?? "
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