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Travelling alone wasn’t fun. I was sandwiched between two strangers––an Indian guy who was watching Bollywood movies and a white woman who was drinking beer. Or wine. Or whatever the hell it was. Something alcoholic for sure. It smelled disgusting so I’m guessing it was beer.
Finally arriving at the Heathrow airport, I look around in distaste. Same old, same old. I walk to the baggage claim area––alone––and blow my nose with the fancy tissue in my hand.
Once I spot my suitcase, I quickly lift it by the handle, breaking my arm in the process. Crap, it’s the first day of being single and I’m suddenly remembering what life used to be like before Ahyan came along.
I’d never have to lift suitcases before, but I can remember this one time I’d gone ice skating with Kabir and he’d left m
