Here’s how you read it.
Read it as you do from top to bottom,
But on your way from bottom to top; just read the highlighted words to finish the story.
The narrator is a girl.
Pretty foreign; if you ask me.
Our fellow colleague,
I was aghast.
Telling everyone the truth? That takes courage.
Her being lesbian.
It was a tell all tale of the office.
I though was not impressed.
You Should always think twice before you come out as something like this.
I mean its India.
We have all ifs and Buts.
You just aren’t supposed to be that way.
I don’t know how I felt for her,
She knew that, Even I did.
I was the center of attraction.
Now she was.
Boom! Everything gone in a blink of an eye!
No more all those gazes and stares.
Plus her being really beautiful added the pain.
It’s funny how one tiny detail fuck things up.
People knew that she was not into men, and still she was all they wanted.
But it didn’t change one fact.
To be fair, I didn’t care.
Sure, it is good to be hit on,
Seeing all that insecure and under confident. souls!
But I never was interested.
I am “a workaholic” you see,
I loved that tag of “Self-sufficient and narcissist bitch”
Hidden behind all this was a motive; to never get hurt.
And again there was. this guy,
I never knew what he felt; how he felt (about me of course)
Quite stoic he was.
An exception. if you may call.
I hated her because he was hers; he fell for her!
But then somehow I was,
I was attracted to her.
Maybe it was because we were so alike.
But then this happened.
And That day.
Mirrors shattered, clothes scattered and what not!
Because he was in a hurry.
And so, I and him.
Featured image Illustration by Chris Riddell