I know I am supposed to act cool and busy and tell Aman that I will get back to him in three-four days. But I just am not able to do that. I am elated that he has actually called in response to my text. (I just couldn’t resist texting him one last time. I was dying and I just had to know where we stood. I had expected no reply and had thought that if he didn’t bother to reply, I would most definitely consider it a closed chapter and move on. But now not only has he replied, he is even on his way to see me. Gosh. This guy should get a Nobel Prize for sending confusing signals. What does he want?) There is hardly any time to think. He is on his way and I am in my sleeveless top, my oldest polka dotted purple pyjamas which even have a tiny hole that I have been too lazy to mend. I am not wearing a bra and I have no make-up on either. If he sees me like this, it would be a disaster and have the same impact as an earthquake of 7.5 on the Richter scale. I rush to my wardrobe and quickly put on my bra and contemplate what to wear.
