Star-Crossed. | Part IX: {2}

The practice wasn’t bad at all—until it was time for the boys to join in. We finished the first song in three hours, since all the girls were pretty decent dancers. The boys (mostly Dev) wouldn’t stop whining about how it was unfair for them to be forced to sit through the girls dance routine, … Continue reading Star-Crossed. | Part IX: {2}

Star-Crossed. | Part IX: {1}

The next morning dawned colder than ever. My phone recorded a temperature of 4 degrees, and it was with great distaste that I got out of the warm embrace of my fluffy white quilt. Ananya had come knocking at seven, announcing that we were meeting up for ‘dance practice’ for the sangeet. Not a single … Continue reading Star-Crossed. | Part IX: {1}

Star-Crossed. | Part VI

‘Pinch me, Stuti. I think I’m dreaming.’ Tara said, her nose almost pressing up against the cold window, her breath fogging up the glass. I pinched her. She shrieked. ‘Ouch!’ I chuckled unapologetically and returned to stuffing my ear-pods and novel into my handbag. Our IndiGo flight had landed at the Jaipur International Airport only … Continue reading Star-Crossed. | Part VI