• 3] If I could, I would borrow Doraemon's anywhere door, get to wherever you are, right at this instant, and confess that I have always loved you. Always, Mr. Bajaj. Always. Only if I could do that. Only if I could.
Life is so ridiculously unpredictable, no, Mr. Bajaj? One day, I was weaving the dreams of our beautiful future and the other day, I was sitting, with the invisible shattered pieces of our broken relationship on my shaky palms. Yes, Mr. Bajaj, I had an anxiety attack that day right after I pulled up that pretence and you left. I couldn't stand the thought that you had actually left. There was not much I could do without you that day except letting myself break down.
Ah, anyway, I am okay, now. I have somehow managed to grab a control on my anxiety attacks. I hope, your migraine attacks are in control as well. By the way, Mr. Bajaj, I am sure you must have forgotten that today is Valentine's Day or give me a moment, did anyone propose you? It would infuriate me if anyone did but now that I think about it more, I realize that I shouldn't be getting upset, angry or even surprised for that matter because you... you are such a perfect partner in every sense that it would be weird for women not to see you as one.
I made your favourite butterscotch cake today. I wish, I could feed you with my hands but I know, that's not in my fate. However, despite knowing what my fate is, this stupid heart can't stop wishing for the impossible.
I... think about you so much, Mr. Bajaj. So much that, often, on the cakes that I bake, I end up writing your name instead of the client's and I have to do it all over again.
I miss you, Mr. Bajaj. Do you miss me?
Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Bajaj.
- Prerna
My gaze roamed over the cake at the front. I didn't lie to Mr. Bajaj when I said that I had controlled my anxiety attacks but today, I couldn't stop it from reaching me. My hands had already begun trembling. I blinked several times to clear my vision that was blurred by the tears that had gathered in my eyes.
With those same trembling hands, my fingers somehow got the grip of the knife that I had kept beside the cake. Slicing it down, I fed a large piece of cake to my miserable mess. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Bajaj."
If I could, I would borrow Doraemon's anywhere door, get to wherever you are right at this instant, and tell you that I never hated you, you never disgusted me, you never made me feel uncomfortable, you never took an advantage of me, and I never saw you as a desperate man who wanted to get me in his bed.
If I could, I would borrow Doraemon's anywhere door, get to wherever you are right at this instant, and confess that I have always loved you. Always, Mr. Bajaj. Always.
Shiv Shakti
