The Bengali Chic

6:30am- Her phone rang continuously in a row while she slept like she hasn't slept for a week. After 25mins she realised that her phone has been ringing. She peeked in the phone with one eye open and the brightness killing the little sleep in the corner of her eyes. 12 missed calls from 💗. She called back, "Hello" (in a sleepy distorted voice). From the other side, "Dude, I have been calling you for decades, I came to meet you, I'm going to the Maggie point, will be back in 20mins, better be ready at the college gate." (Call cuts) She is trying to figure out what just happened. Kept the phone aside and slept.  5 mins later, "Shit, he is coming!!" Talking to herself she hurried out of the bed, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Trying to fix her hair she zoned out.  * Flashback * Thinking about the last time how she had oil in her hair and wearing pyjamas she walked to meet him and he still so adored by her couldn't stop but pull her cheeks...

Some days I sit ideally listening to my playlist and reminiscing some good old memories.  Drunk nights, dancing till I'm out of breath, singing my heart out with my friends, laughing on silly drunk movies, sitting at the cliff sipping beer, laying on the beach and letting the waves calm my mind, listening to the life stories to complete strangers while sitting on the car roof, walking home after a late-night movie and roleplaying, stargazing while sipping coffee on a cold winter night with river water playing the perfect background music. It makes me happy and I feel I've lived my life purposefully so far. Then there are memories that make my heart flutter, memories of long hugs, irreplaceable smile, playful dances, forehead kisses and that one name that could give me the longest butterflies. The sensational peace and happiness which overwhelms me to the core.  "Those butterflies, damn those butterflies!!" Pritha Krishna