Tim awakens. He lifts his arm from his eyes. His sleep-heavy eyes resisted being opened. He moves his hand across the bed looking for his phone. He raises his head slightly and then sits up straight, attempting to sober up.
Not being able to get hold of Meesha, Tim is losing his mind. He makes his way straight to the kitchen. His head is killing him. He grabs a glass, fills it with water, and steps out, sipping on it.
Beep… The door unlocks.
Behind the piles of books and documents, Meesha struggled to keep her balance. She swayed like a piece of paper in the air while singing, "Edr chali main udr chali (I go here, I go there)."
Once she entered the living room, she threw the pile on the table. Even though she knew Tim was watching her, she played it cool.
"What's all this?" Tim drawled, keeping the glass of water with so much intensity that water spilled out of it.
Initially determined to avoid Tim at all costs, Meesha couldn't hold back.
"Where do you think these things came from? It's not that difficult to take a guess."
As much as it is something new for Tim, it's twice as infuriating. Whenever Meesha tried anything stupid, he was always the first person to know about it. His past self would have never considered taking a gamble with Meesha.
But for the past few days, he has been taking wild shots in the dark at whether Meesha is acting or is in a real mess.
"Do you mean you won't tell me? Is it that big of a deal for you to even tell me where you are?"
The brittleness of his voice was enough for Meesha to realize that she won't be able to win this argument.
Meesha tucking her hair back mumbles, "I was at my office."
The atmosphere of the house has been gloomy since Tim scared the hell out of her to make her confess the truth. The incident left an indelible impression on Meesha.
Meesha is packing her bags in her room. All she wanted to do was go to India and finish her novel about Indian culture.
The footsteps in the hallway are annoying. She peeks through the door; it is Tim, oscillating like a pendulum.
Her frown fades away as she looks at Tim, who's pondering how to ask for forgiveness.
Uh-huh! Meesha feigns a cough for Tim to sense her presence.Tim crept closer, concealing his hesitancy. He tries to slide in, but Meesha blocks him. Her stern expression serves as a warning to Tim.
"Is there anything you're hiding?" Tim gave Meesha no time to think before pulling her away from the door, making his way into her room.
"What are you packing your bags for?" Tim inquires. "Are you going anywhere?"
"Hmm."
The calmness on Meesha's face vanished. She probably didn't want to leave, but to earn herself more time to process her emotions, she had to.
"I'm leaving for India. I've been writing about it and wanted some real stuff, so..."
Tim cuts Meesha off before she can finish.
"When do you leave?
"I don't know. Probably any day of the week."
"I'll do it."
"Do what?" Meesha wanted to ask, but she didn't get the chance to utter a word.
"I mean, I'll book the ticket."