Anonymous, Am I?
Anonymous, Am I?3 mins 170 3 mins 170
"‘Where did the milk go?’ I said, empty Amul carton in one hand and fridge door in the other. ‘Back in the cow,’ Saurabh said. He sat on the sofa, tying the laces of his new, sparkling white sports sneakers. His fiancée Prerna had given them to him four months ago. Of course, Saurabh is more likely to enter a ladies’ toilet by mistake than a gym. ‘It’s not a joke, Saurabh. It was a full carton. Now I can’t even make a cup of tea.’ ‘I had biscuits in the afternoon,’ Saurabh said, attention still on his shoelaces. ‘And?’ ‘I don’t like my biscuits dry.’ ‘You dipped them in a litre of milk?’ ‘I used what was there.’ I shut the fridge in disgust, threw"
"Saurabh had come to visit us at Rohan’s place, since his college was in the same town. For three days, we tried to avoid him, leaving Rohan in the guestroom at eight in the morning, not seeing him until we retired to our respective beds at ten at night. The days were sleepless, as Rohan and Saurabh talked incessantly about their friends, their engagements, their love lives, and their work. It was all about the exams, about how it was a crisis for them to turn eighteen. Did Saurabh shave? Did Rohan wear a cap? What does Saurabh wear at his mock exams? At the end of the fourth day, Rohan yelled. He had had enough. Saurabh packed his things and left. He never spoke to him again."
"They were in a small bathroom, Rohan sitting on the bench, Saurabh standing with his face in the toilet bowl, fishing for a stray hair. They were covered in soap and toothpaste, and their voices reverberated. Rohan had been wondering when he would meet Prerna, and finally, their meeting had been arranged. Prerna was a school friend of Prerna, and for three days Saurabh had been bugging Rohan to take her to a restaurant for lunch. Prerna hadn’t said a thing about him since they broke up three years ago."
"It wasn’t possible for Prerna to sleep. She had sneaked away from Rohan’s house at midnight, and now she was standing on a pavement. She pressed her hands on her cheeks. She was about to cry. No. Prerna wouldn’t cry. It had been three years, and she was over it. It had been stupid for Rohan to get engaged. He had always wanted to be a teacher, and now, instead of studying all day and teaching all night, he would be sitting in the faculty, doing paperwork for hours, only to find the whole day wasted. Prerna was stubborn. Of course she was furious. Rohan had broken the most important promise he had ever made to her. But of course, Rohan was only young, and perhaps Prerna was overreacting. It wasn’t her fault. At least, it was Rohan who wasn’t a stupid student, Rohan who wasn’t too embarrassed to show his fiancée off. Prerna was cruel. She had always been cruel, and now, of course, Prerna was angry, but it wasn’t justified. Prerna hated her father. She hated her father so much that she took an indirect path. So much so that she wouldn’t even wear her engagement ring. Why wear it if you can’t wear it, Prerna?’
"’Nothing,’ Prerna said. ‘It’s just my day off. What do you want from me?’ ‘I just want to see you.’ ‘I can’t make you breakfast, can I?’ ‘No, no. I just want to see you.’ ‘I had enough last night.’ ‘So did I.’ Prerna laughed bitterly.’ ‘I just have to work on my first assignment for my final exams.’ ‘You’ll be studying when I’m in the gym.’ ‘Oh, come on. I don’t want to go to