Mayor events
Past dates
Past funny experiences
Vacations
Future Plans
Hobbies
"So wich one should we start with?" asks Ria.
"Seriously? I don't speak about this stuff even with my real friends." responds Anaya, with a drool of french accent. Her video focus changing colour and wobbling slightly.
"Probably because you blab about yourself..." mutters Sanvi.
"Excuse me, madame, at least--" but before Anaya can finish Ria buts in to avoid another argument.
"Listen, I think we should just give up. This conversation is going nowhere."
"I know something we can talk about!" says Anaya.
"You? Your car? Your massive house? How rich your father is?" taunts Sanvi sarcasticly.
"No, our crushes!" she says, an expression of joy on her heart shaped face, while on the other two faces on the screen just role their eyes. "Come on guys it would be fun."
"Well I guess...yeah" says Ria, still a bit insecure, as she watches the New York time on her phone screen "But let's make it quick. Its 10pm here."
"Ten? It 1.30 pm here! I've got exams tomorrow." says Sanvi while moving her camera from her face towards the clock on her desk, for the other girls.
"We believe you, desi girl," Anaya tells her while puts a fresh layer of nail polish over her finger nails. "But I'm starting."
"Of course..." mutters Sanvi.
"Excuse me, don't interrupt." Anaya finishes her nails and sits up on her bed, smiling slighlty while beggining her story.
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Paris, Mumbai, New York | √
Teen FictionThree girls from an Indian background. Each in a different city, with their own unique tale. And the only thing connecting them is Facebook. But when one awkward video chat turns out into the longest video chat ever, they each tell each other abou...
