The whole time when I was thinking that it was Ashutosh’s text on my birthday, it turned out that it was Viraj.
He saw my sketches of pumpkin and assumed that I loved pumpkins, I mean who doesn’t? As for Viraj, it was fare enough and stupid of me to think that Ashutosh would ever text me after what happened.
It’s about the times, when our mid term ended and we were given the gift of our scores and the moment I saw mine, I felt like a failure.
“What’s yours Ahana?” Viraj asked, making me feel more shameful about it and as always, I chose ignoring him.
“Ahana?” he called again and that’s when a tear rolled down, because I knew somewhere, somehow I was going to disappoint my parents, one more time.
“Hey, stop crying Ahana, please.” Viraj said before keeping his hand on mine, I tried taki
