This morning she had got up with a very clear head, unusually for somebody who normally wakes up in a real grouchy mood and forever cribbing about the morning. It was a cold winter morning, the Sun was barely creeping out to dissipate the fog over the New York sky. In her apartment on the 10th floor she could barely see the sights that were normally so crisp and clear, the cars moving down below were just barely perceptible by their sound, she couldn't see them though, the other apartment blocks were shrouded in the dim fog, she wanted to get to work but her body refused to move, to take that first step, to move for a bath. Anjali had slept well, unusual again, nowadays she normally had rough nights and here she was thinking about the irony in life, for 3 months she had hardly slept, barely 4-5 hours, and still managed to get to work.
"Should I go to work, let me toss a coin," she thought to herself.
She called up her friend Sheila on her mobile, they did a car share. Sheila answered in the first ring.
"Where are you," Anjali was always this direct with Sheila and she was angling for a fight in the morning
"Where do you think I am," Sheila obliged with equal aggression.
"On top of Eiffel Tower making love to the giant ape," she laughed out aloud, hoping to anger Sheila even further.
"Shut up."
"So why can't you answer me directly."
"I am in the loo," answered Sheila.
"Are you coming to pick me up," Anjali started to get ready even as she spoke. The fight always got her going.
"Yes, Let me get ready," and she slammed the phone down.
Anjali and Sheila had been friends ever since they had come to New York, life was always better with someone to talk to and Sheila had been the talkative and gregarious, she had always pushed Anjali to the limits with her conversation and though she fought with her, Anjali loved her. She had been her guiding light in New York, where there were no friends, she had this girl with her who was always talking and full of life. They started their day with a fight and ended with parties, it was fun being a girl in New York and she loved the feel of Sheila and herself dancing to the beat in the discotheques. It had been an amazing experience with Sheila. Anjali was ready for the day again, dancing to the beat and the Sun was out in its full glory and she felt like a queen today. It was going to be a great day.
I think So I am.
"Should I go to work, let me toss a coin," she thought to herself.
She called up her friend Sheila on her mobile, they did a car share. Sheila answered in the first ring.
"Where are you," Anjali was always this direct with Sheila and she was angling for a fight in the morning
"Where do you think I am," Sheila obliged with equal aggression.
"On top of Eiffel Tower making love to the giant ape," she laughed out aloud, hoping to anger Sheila even further.
"Shut up."
"So why can't you answer me directly."
"I am in the loo," answered Sheila.
"Are you coming to pick me up," Anjali started to get ready even as she spoke. The fight always got her going.
"Yes, Let me get ready," and she slammed the phone down.
Anjali and Sheila had been friends ever since they had come to New York, life was always better with someone to talk to and Sheila had been the talkative and gregarious, she had always pushed Anjali to the limits with her conversation and though she fought with her, Anjali loved her. She had been her guiding light in New York, where there were no friends, she had this girl with her who was always talking and full of life. They started their day with a fight and ended with parties, it was fun being a girl in New York and she loved the feel of Sheila and herself dancing to the beat in the discotheques. It had been an amazing experience with Sheila. Anjali was ready for the day again, dancing to the beat and the Sun was out in its full glory and she felt like a queen today. It was going to be a great day.
I think So I am.
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