She laughs a maniacal laugh. The next second she sobs hysterically.
'What happened! Why are you crying!?' someone asks her, bursting into a fit of laughter.
She dismisses them and snorts. A fresh trickle of tears runs through her eyes down her front and they snatch the glass of vodka from her hands.
'At least tell us what it is.' they ask, amused and she titters wordlessly.
Her prolonged nervous laugh sounds strange to her own ears. Her hair is a mess, the disciplined strands already falling out of her tight ponytail. The fork just keeps missing her fingers when she tries to grab one.
'Enough.' they warn her, 'You are drunk!'
Is she? She just has had two. She hates the taste but the sense of numbness is almost welcome. That usual prickly feeling at her heart is absent tonight. Or is it, really? She doesn't even know. Everything blurs around her, everything that matters is merely a blur tonight. She finds it funny, absolutely funny. The romantic music, the cheery talks of people around her, the candles glowing in a glass pot and the clink of the glass.
It's a mystery why tears should flood her eyes at such a funny moment.
When she gets up precariously, a couple of hands try to support her. She shoves them all away.
She can take care of herself. She can find her way to the washroom.
She can take care of herself. She can find her way to the washroom.
Standing on her own feet after a few pegs- Why would it be any difficult anyway? She has been through worse, the people around her don't even have the slightest idea. She always stands up after she falls down. She is strong and she isn't going to make herself look like a fool in front of so many people by asking for any help.
She sits back again and gulps half a glass at one go.
That prickly-heart feeling that has been haunting her for past one year is back like a cat finding its way back home. She could sense the blurred feeling now- hidden in the clunk of ice cubes in her glass or the dim lights twinkling on the ceiling. The sip burns her foodpipe and then like cockroaches creeping out of the corners after spraying Hit, the words- that she has determinedly refrained herself from saying all the while since eternity, give themselves away.
With no shame of falling from her grace, she blurts out sobbing-
'I miss him.'
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