Just Friends
It had been a month since he texted her. Should he, shouldn’t he? Sid had already typed out the message. So, what he wanted to do, was a long-foregone decision. What moral compass still kept him from pressing on the send button was beyond my understanding. But as his wisest, (and self-decidedly, best friend), I still said, -Nako re. Kashala ugach dokyala shot? Sid pressed anyway. Her blue ticks were off. Knowing what was to pass was the same old cantankerous sound of a depleted vinyl record, I called for the waiter. -Sunil, ek Blue Riband cha nip ani ek fresh lime soda. Ani he repeat kar. The last I said pointing to the left-over bones of chicken lollypop. Ping. Sid’s phone buzzed. -She replied. He whispered. Wtf. She was supposed to ghost him. Why is she replying? -Kay ala reply? -She wants to talk. -Fuck. What had you written? -Kahi nahi. Just. “Hey. How are you? All fine?” -Sid I don’t think you should talk to her…Divide kar doghat. As Sid poured us the g