When she woke up the morning after, she felt better than she had in a while, her head was not aching and she could breathe through her nose. She took that as a good sign, and in the same spirit, dialled Shourya’s number. ‘’Lo?’ came the groggy response. ‘Hello! Get up! We had a deal, we have to start today!’ ‘What are you so chirpy about?’ Shourya groaned. ‘We are starting today. We had a deal.’ ‘Stop saying we had a deal.’ ‘We had a deal,’ Lavanya repeated. ‘Suryavanshi.’ ‘Kapoor.’ ‘If you don’t hang up right now and let me sleep, we won’t have a deal for much longer,’ Shourya threatened. Lavanya did not say anything. A few seconds later, Shourya said, ‘You’ve not hung up, have you?’ ‘No.’ She heard him exhale loudly, followed by the sound of rustling. ‘All right then, I’m up. What is the first thing on your list?’ Lavanya pulled out the sheet she had hidden under her bedcover the night before—her ‘Lame Girl Dying Wish List’ of all the things she wished to do before dying.
