The New Year’s Eve
A story for all the supposed modern girls out there.
Disha checked the time on her mobile. 11:30 PM. She rolled over in her bed, scrolling through the New Year’s Eve pictures of her friends on her social media feed. Had her best friend Aditi not cancelled the plan at the last moment, she would have been in the most posh pub in town, dancing the night away to the peppy Bollywood numbers. It was all set. She had got the tickets, the perfect red dress and a matching pair of boots. But who knew it was too soon to jump for joy.
Around eight she had received a text from Aditi – can’t make it…sorry.
Disha was about to close her eyes to sleep when she heard a soft knock on her door. It meant Aditi was back. She jumped out of her bed and opened the door.
‘What the hell was…’ Disha paused.
Aditi looked devastated. ‘He broke up with me.’ She sat down on the floor with a thump.
Disha sat down beside her; she remained silent.
‘He said…,’ Aditi continued, ‘I’m not a kind of girl a boy would like to spend his life with…I’m too modern for a simple guy like him. I-I…’ She broke down.
Disha hugged her tightly. ‘It’s not…’ She started but Aditi extricated herself and jumped to her feet.
‘I’ve decided to quit partying, drinking, dressing up this way and do whatever it takes to have him back in my life.’
Disha stood. She grabbed Aditi’s hand and dragged her out to the balcony. ‘You know what you need right now?’
Aditi gave her a blank, puzzled look.
‘Cry your eyes out, shout till your voice breaks…and once your tears dry up, down some beers and abuse that jerk.’
Aditi smiled through her tears. ‘Our New Year’s Eve is screwed.’
‘Well, yeah…but you know what modern girls do in this situation – they put up a smile, raise a toast to life and say – thank you for the lesson.’