That Sarcastic Writer

They say that you don’t know the value of what you have until you lose it. You don’t agree, you know the value of what you have when you’re sitting in a café with your best friend and a good friend and you laugh at a joke and she looks over at the friend and says, “I know it looks like she’s being fake but trust me, that was genuine.” She’s known you for three years and she already knows when you’re happy, when you’re trying to be happy, when you’re sad, when you’re annoyed, when you’re restraining yourself from having an all-out argument with someone, when you’re complaining about not having something you don’t even want, when you’re talking about something simply because you want to talk and when you’re nonchalantly talking about something that you would trade a kidney for. It’s what being understood feels like and it’s enough to make a grown woman with a heart cry. Everyone wants to be loved, it’s natural, but being loved can hurt. It can cause immeasurable pain and conflict bet...

  Ever since you watched the Bollywood movie Wake up Sid , you’ve wanted to experience the Mumbai monsoons and this year you finally did. You woke up to the sound of the wind whistling through the windows, a sure sign of what was to come. When the first drops of rain hit the roof, you were already sitting in the balcony, feeling the cold breeze through your flimsy cotton T shirt. You closed your eyes, finally the rains were here. Two minutes later, the sun was out, and you felt like you’d imagined the whole thing. It was now the perfect weather for a morning walk, but you were disappointed. The next time you saw the dark stains on the grey road you looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled. You’d had an exhausting day, and you were ready to finally slosh through the puddles of muddy water with no regard for your safety. You tucked your umbrella under your arm and watched the tiny droplets hit the ground. The world was silent with the only audible sound being the crunching of leaves ...