DEAD GIRL'S DIARY

CHAPTER 1 : BEGINNINGS FOR AN END (PART-I)

"I want a house by the lake like in the film Notebook. Ah, I wish that could be our retirement home", says Susie sipping on coffee or fancy café as the French would say it; sitting in a 1950s inspired café in some downtown avenues of New-York.

Here look, I am your 'humble' narrator. Yeah, I have read many stories where the voracious and over-zealous narrators describe themselves as 'Humble'. I hope you are reading it in the same tone as I intend it to sound. Please don't take me as a 60-year-old drunk war veteran annihilating his long-gone enemies once again or an old like very old trembling poet. I am pretty young and a female too.

Now, whatever accent suits your ear- American, French, British, Russian or perhaps maybe even Irish pick it and read my part. We live in a globalised world anyways. But Susie and Ethan are Americans.

So, this Susie here is in conversation with her husband- coffee eyes, curly haired, decent looking man. He is an accountant. Susie is a gorgeous young lady too. She works for the newspapers and is too much obsessed with art and films. But she is deep. I mean she thinks deep.

The couple got married 2 years ago. This is a story of a budding romance. I will tell you some other day. It wasn't as insane as those outlandish Hollywood films. Stupid us or media, our perfect proposal, our perfect wedding has all been put to a box. Readers if our proposal isn't Instagram friendly or our wedding doesn't have a Beyonce concert, we all are doomed. This is silly.

I believe if Love is simple then why can't we celebrate it simply. What is the hurry to burn our pockets for a day? Okay, I will blabber about it later.

Will you not ask me how I know Susie and Ethan? Oh, they are my Neighbours. I am dead so I can snoop around. I find them charming so for the moment I am following them, that's how I telling you where are they sitting. Oh, Ethan is ordering a croissant now.

Now, I guess you have more questions – how I died young? How am I able to write this? I will tell you later. Noted – "tell Wattpad kids – how I di.....". This is a story about Ethan and Susie. So, focus.

The Croissant has landed on that small ebony table – a classic 1950s table. Susie is wearing diamond earrings and a vintage dress. Its olive. it suits her tanned skin. Susie is half Indian and half German.

Well, her ethnicity isn't material to the story but that would explain her gorgeous tan. You Know, I have a knack for Fashion.

"We can live somewhere in the mountains too. Himalayan retreat. Cleansing our chakras and Karma." Ethan replies laughing.

"No.... I have breathing problems at high altitudes. Remember the time we visited my grandma in Darjeeling. Oh, poor me."

"Then we will stay near a lake.", Ethan replies sipping on his coffee.

"Ethan, Can I ask you something?", Susie askes

"Yes, what makes you think we are dancing right now?" he jokes.

"Will we stay together for that long?" asked Susie seriously. Her cheerful laughter vanished.

Oh my, what makes her think that? I always found them a jolly couple. Moreover, it has been just 2 years. They are not even old or stout. Is Ethan having an affair? Or maybe perhaps Susie?

"Hey Susie, what?" Ethan askes astonishingly.

Exactly this is what I am asking too, "Hey Susie, What?" Look at this charmer -Ethan. I would spend an eternity with him only if I were alive.

(To be continued.....)