Yeah, this journal does allow me to vent. Good night, journal.Legible entry #2
15 December 2005
It’s over. We are over.
Madhav and I, well, we never had anything as such. Whatever it
was, it is over. He made me feel so cheap. All in Hindi. Crass Bihari
Hindi. He’s sick. I should have known. What was I thinking?
I actually hung out with him for a year. I let him kiss me.Yuck.
My friends were right. He is an idiot gawaar. I must have had a
phase of insanity. Why else would I have even talked to him?
He was not fake, that’s why.
But, all he wanted was to fuck me. Really, I know it sounds
disgusting, but that is what he wanted. And imagine someone saying
that to you in Hindi. Being told to fuck him or fuck off.
Well, mister, I am fucking off, for good. How dare you talk to me
like that? I feel like smashing his head on the basketball court.
I told him I needed time. Lots of it. Well, he didn 't want to waste
time. Because his main purpose was sex. So he could tell his friends
he nailed this rich chick.
Well, fuck off, says the rich chick.
Legible entry #3
4 September 2006
I said yes to Rohan. Yes, a month ago, when the proposal had
come, I had called it the most bizarre idea ever. Rohan bhaiya and
me? Had my mother lost her marbles? He was my rakhi brother, for
God's sake. Not to mention I am just about turning nineteen and still
in college.
But today I said yes. Well, it has been an eventful month. First,