Dressed in a shabby jeans and a pullover Kesang walks from her house to the town. People stop to look at her but she is least bothered. wearing a worn out slipper she quickly rushes in between the crowd and steps into a bar.
The bar owner knows her well. "Whiskey for the lady," he shouts at his waiter without even asking her what she wants. ever since her breakup with Karma she has been visiting this bar.
She takes a sip and then slowly gulps it all down. her neck is warm with sensation and she likes it. she asks for another and another till she is drunk. The bar owner looks at her and smiles. "Now she will start her love story all over again," he says to one of the customer sitting on a table near him.
True to his words, Kesang in her drunken state starts narrating her love story to the waiter and other people who have come for a drink.
we were collage mates, he promised to live with me but he left me. he promised to love me forever but he loved some other. He cheated on me. I will never trust another guy now. I hate men. she went on. finally she felt relieved.
It does feel relief to talk out your feeling to strangers she thought to herself. She stood up looked at the bar owner and smiled at him. he smiled back and said, "why do you drink so much. you have so much to achieve out of life, you are still young." she just cleared her bills and said "I have lost my life uncle," and walked towards the direction of her house.
Her parents are sleeping by the time she reached home, she quietly sneaks into her room and goes to sleep.
"Wake up kesang or you will be late for work," shouts her mother early morning. She still feels a little tipsy but manages herself out of bed. she looks at the time and she just has 10 minutes for her to get wash, get dressed and reach office.
As usual she is late for office and her boss gives her a piece of his mind and like always she has a bad day at work. What more can i ask, she thinks.
she has been working for two years and still does not have any friend at work. She does not even go out for lunch she eats from the packed lunch her loving mother has cooked for her.
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