Woke up half an hour back, tangled in bedsheets and my jeans unbuttoned, with no memory of the past few hours. What a mess, I remember thinking What happened here? An umbrella was lying open on the bed, my cell was switched off (out of battery), my hungry dog ( I remembered with some effort that I hadn't fed him) sleeping in a cozy set up next to me. I don't quite remember which feeling rushed in first- the guilt, the surprise or the shame. How could I not have fed my dog? How could I leave the poor thing hungry! I looked around in a kind of lazy pursuit of purpose. I was awake and there was no helping it, might as well clean up the house and leave no traces. I got up slowly, my head spinning to the yellow light. I tasted puke in my mouth, then it all came back. It came back in a rush, in flashes, in bits and pieces- the mixing in the bathroom, the maggi unfinished, the laughter, the phone calls, the swimming heads, the dizzyness, the nonsense, then the puke and then passing out helplessly in my parents bedroom. I feel PATHETIC. I realized with a jolt that I was shivering. Slowly, carefully, I walked up to the phone... My hands hit redial and his number flashed. A cell-phone rang on another side of the now frosty city. It probably didn't ring, on second thoughts. It must have been on 'silent'. I disconnected the call. I was very hungry by then and still slightly pukish. I wandered into the kitchen to find the unfinished maggi lying there. This could be a "main aur meri maggi" story, I thought bitterly. I looked around for some food for my dog, found some and went back to the bedroom to give it to him. But Brook (we'll call him Brook, for he wished to remain anonymous) was fast asleep by then.
He didn't give his food a look or even a thought....
I'm too sleepy now.. Must come back and write later..
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