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| Everyone needs to loosen up every once in a while. |
Alright, this is one overdue post. When Arya went back home,
I told myself that I needed to get over myself. Thankfully, a good friend of
mine- let’s call her Emma- came to Mumbai. She has a gang of friends here in
Mumbai and asked if we could go clubbing with them. First, I was surprised. A
hanger-on? That’s what I had become? But then, Emma’s the type who’ll go out of
her way to make sure that you’re feeling awesome. So we went. We shopped
forever and finally landed up at her friend’s house where we were set to
change.
Did I mention her friends were fashion students who studied
in some fancy Parisian college in Mumbai?
Well, they smoke only Dunhills- I loved them when they
offered me mine. Usually, I;m awkward and silent around people who I don’t
know. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t THAT girl.
They dressed me up, gave me accessories and shoes, did my
make up, straightened my hair and they were so damn nice. I realised that I
need to stop condescending people who do not have literary inclinations. These
people could give no two fucks about Austen but they’re awesome.
And they had a car! We crammed into it and would have died
if we were claustrophobic but it was fun. I haven’t been around Mumbai in a
car. We drank in it and then went to a swanky bar and then Emma warned me that
they had often been thrown out of there for not meeting the age limit.
Sometimes, I feel fed up with that damn thing. I like my petite figure and my
short hair but I am so sick of being stopped everywhere. But they didn’t stop
me that night. I went in and we danced. We danced our hearts out.
Emma was wearing Aldo heels that was as long as an Reynolds
pen. After a while, she was about to cry
so I offered to switch. We went to the balcony where couples were making out
and did it- the switching, I mean. When we went back in, we went and sat at the
bar just to rest her feet. And then, a really drunk guy came to me and then
held out his hand asking me if I wanted to dance. I looked at him. And I was
about to refuse. And then, I remembered the damn bucket list. So I accepted.
I went and danced with him.
He was average looking but piss drunk and he was starting to get into my
personal space. One song was enough for me- I smiled at him and then went to
Emma. “They’re waiting for us!” I fudged, hoping she would catch on. She did,
of course. Only my drunk guy’s friend had kept badgering her to dance and had
finally only relented when she let him buy her a drink. So when I went to her
and told her about how everyone was wondering where we were, she had just told
him that she wanted Redbull in her vodka cocktail. “You promised me a dance!”
said my drunk guy, angrily. I knew better than to piss him off. “I’m just going to be back in two minutes.” I
said earnestly, smiling at him. And then we walked to the other end of the club
and stayed away from them forever. But hey, I did it. I went clubbing and got
picked up by a guy.
After a while, we all got tired of the club and we left. Seven
people fit into one Maruti Zen or some similarly small car. But the guy,
sitting to my left, Neil I think he was called was damn cute and great
conversation. We drove around the city- the whole city- for about three hours
and then finally everyone became hungry so we stopped at this place where we
could get Chinese food. As we drove over the Sea Link, I knew for sure that I
loved this city where so many people like me live and breathe and fight every
single minute. Finally, I came home at
4.00.
And then I slept like I hadn’t slept my whole life.
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