Anjali
At eight in the evening, my office work is done. The sky is covered by dark thunderclouds as the rain pours heavily.
I run to the parking lot, only to see that my scooty is punctured. Damn you scooty! God damn it! How can I go? I flinch as the cold downpour drenches me.
Suddenly, Aarav calls.
“Anjali where are you?”
“I am still at the office. My scooty tire is punctured, so I will search for a taxi,” I answer.
“Wait—,”
I look at the phone wondering why he suddenly stops talking, realising that the battery died.
Oh my God, today is the worst day ever.
I had to work overtime because of a project, my car tire is punctured, it’s raining heavily, plus my battery is dead.
Uff.
Fifteen minutes later, the rain finally stops. I leave to search for a taxi when I realise th
