Another argument today morning with her parents has delayed her for work. She left in haste, leaving her breakfast on the table. As if the frustration and irritation at home were not enough, she missed her charted bus, now to reach the office, she will change two buses and then take a rickshaw.
Anamika is going through a rough patch in her life, every weekend she is being put through a session of meeting her prospective groom, sometimes with his family sometimes without. This process is emotionally taking a toll on her. A Journalist for a National News Channel, she reports on business, city and lifestyle. She is bold, speaks her mind and always dresses up in smart Indian ethnic kurtas and loves silver earrings, she has a box full of them collected from everywhere she has travelled. Anamika has completed just two years on the job but got a promotion and is a special correspondent now. Yet, because good looking but chubby Anamika's younger sister got married last year, the Aunties in the colony and Relatives all over the country are too concerned about her wedding. Someone told her mom "It's tough to a find a boy who will agree to marry a journalist girl", hence the hurry, the fight, the eagerness.
She takes the rickshaw for the final 4km stretch to the office. This road has huge eucalyptus, peepal and neem trees on both sides. Soft, warm winter sunlight gleaming through the trees and the cool breeze is making her cheeks red; she loves this season. Closing her eyes, she feels the cool breeze in her freshly washed hair. She wets her drying lips with her tongue and tastes the leftover strawberry lip balm; she will put it again, closer to the office. She folds her arms around and hugs herself rubbing her shoulders, the chill in the air, the sweet smell of eucalyptus is calming her down. There another delightfully fresh perfume in the air, 'its brut classic, that's Samar's perfume.' She is immensely attracted to him, they are good friends, but things haven't moved beyond, as he already has a girlfriend. She feels a little strange and opens her eyes. Only to find him riding right beside the rickshaw.
"Hello, Good Morning, want a ride?" he calls out, she smiles, asks the rickshaw to stop, pays him, and hops on to Samar's bike. "Never miss a chance to be with your favourite guy," she says to herself in her head.
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