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"Ayy my pleasure seeker! after 12 MISSED CALLS FINALLY!"

Okay...deep breathes...now comes the part where I go on to express my overwhelming awkwardness mingled with the fear of getting busted by the conservative set of two, my guardians, representatives of the divine (seemingly)- dear ma and baba of mine, thanks to my over enthusiastic friend with her frank, "oh I so don't care even if you are on a goddamn speaker" tongue.

She is that one person who never gets off the energy a simple boost drink had once provided her, probably when she was still soaking in the warmth of her mother's womb.

My mother's hand, occupied in the hacking of vegetables at a merciless speed, stuttered into a halt just as my father peered over the newspaper and  his rimmed spectacles to give the desired "Who-the-hell-are-you-talking-to" look.

"Hey Naisha! I think you got the wrong person here, Its Chhavi!"

"I know bitc-"

"Okay bye" Damn. It sounded almost like a  wheeze which I was trying to make cheery in a desperate attempt.

Honestly?! That's the best I could manage when I have a dumbass for a best friend who keeps forgetting the code signals we had decided upon if I was in peril and we had to  keep our conversation "non adulterized"."Peril" roughly translates to talking with  my phone's unbelievably loud speaker without my earphones on and most importantly right infront of my parents!

"Who was that Guria?" A doll. That's what I was referred to by my dad. Truth be told, my old man loved me dearly with the correct proportions of a friend and a strict father spoon-fed to his soul.

"Uh, yeah, well that was Say- Sayantani's friend, Naisha"

"Naisha Chauhan?"

I knew what was coming next.

"Naisha Singhania, baba and you know I don't talk to that Naisha anymore"
"Hmm" and that was the last I saw of him before his oldening face hid behind the "Times Of India" once again.

Grabbing the chance, I casually got up from the sofa and mingled over to the dining table on the pretext of fetching a water bottle. As soon as I seized the bottle, I took flight upstairs, to my room not without leaving a glance over my shoulder which saw my parents engrossed in their respective activities. Locking the door behind me, I called the bitch up.

" I swear you are not going to leave without a few stitches on that face the next time we meet" The grave desire to shout but in a calm voice made me spit those words in a gritty voice.

"I know you would never hurt you favourite girl, bitch. But I am sorry, wont happen again" greeted a cackling laughter on the other side"

It involuntarily brought a smile to my lips, it always does. She never failed to bring back my hunched self full of self doubts from the deep canal I kept on visiting during the moments where I felt I had hit rock bottom

Not sensing a reply, she immediately jumped into her current favourite, nope don't get me wrong. Favourite exclusively for HER. For me, it was plain. embarrassing. period.

"Did you find it yet"?

"Ughh no, just leave it already, I have tried and tried and I am over it now so please!"

"Chhaaavvvvv! Not now, don't you dare say that my friend,not after we are halfway across 7 oceans and 13 lakes!"

"Tone down the exaggeration, will you?"

"Alright" Another round of cackles "But this could be the last site which stores treasure and you can hit JACKPOT!"

I knew her persistence well enough and anyway one more hopeless website won't hurt. Jeez I was frustrated!