Cary, Vicky and Prishita got into a fight. Vicky's just really really mad...at them both. but its two against one (...well almost), and so there's nothing much that can be done about that. Cary's at her whimpering best, and Prishita just went and hid herself behind a 'graphitti', so now Vicky has no idea what to do. maybe shaking her by the shoulders would've been a good idea.
Prishita liked smoking marlboros, but couldnt afford them on a daily basis. silkcuts were cheap. they looked cheap, tasted cheap, smelled cheap, felt cheap. Prishita smoked them from time to time. that little pseudo shop on park street, opposite trincas, is where she bought them from.
whenever they got into a fight, Vicky called Prishita a bitch, and a wannabe, and she called him an arrogant prick. Cary just continued with her whimpering.
Vicky would never admit it, but he was always on his guard around Krum. he couldnt be as comfortable around him as the two girls. maybe it was because, he thought Krum knew him too well. Vicky liked to believe that he was difficult to figure out. it made him feel different, in a better-than-the-others kind of way.
Vicky liked Thakeray. he wanted the grils to hang out with the man, but Cary was too shy. Prishita talked to Thakeray, but got into her cosmo girl gossip more often then not, and pissed him off.
When it came to projects, Vicky was always the leader, and the job was usually successful, unless one of the girls got too sick, or just refused to cooperate. the main problem was with Cary. the girl had simply no confidence whatsoever. Krum once asked her about some artist or his works, or something like that. she just shrugged, knowing all along, the artist's name, and most of his works. Krum obviously thought she was stupid.
nothing much happened after that. they went on with their lives. Vicky had sudden flashes of creativity, but for the most part sat in his armchair and solved sudoku over a cup of coffee. Cary told herself and everybody else who would listen, how unfair life had been to her. Prishita...went shopping...i suppose.
Prishita liked smoking marlboros, but couldnt afford them on a daily basis. silkcuts were cheap. they looked cheap, tasted cheap, smelled cheap, felt cheap. Prishita smoked them from time to time. that little pseudo shop on park street, opposite trincas, is where she bought them from.
whenever they got into a fight, Vicky called Prishita a bitch, and a wannabe, and she called him an arrogant prick. Cary just continued with her whimpering.
Vicky would never admit it, but he was always on his guard around Krum. he couldnt be as comfortable around him as the two girls. maybe it was because, he thought Krum knew him too well. Vicky liked to believe that he was difficult to figure out. it made him feel different, in a better-than-the-others kind of way.
Vicky liked Thakeray. he wanted the grils to hang out with the man, but Cary was too shy. Prishita talked to Thakeray, but got into her cosmo girl gossip more often then not, and pissed him off.
When it came to projects, Vicky was always the leader, and the job was usually successful, unless one of the girls got too sick, or just refused to cooperate. the main problem was with Cary. the girl had simply no confidence whatsoever. Krum once asked her about some artist or his works, or something like that. she just shrugged, knowing all along, the artist's name, and most of his works. Krum obviously thought she was stupid.
nothing much happened after that. they went on with their lives. Vicky had sudden flashes of creativity, but for the most part sat in his armchair and solved sudoku over a cup of coffee. Cary told herself and everybody else who would listen, how unfair life had been to her. Prishita...went shopping...i suppose.
posted by The Nutty Pea at 9:06 AM
4 Comments:
are we going the sybil way, honey? :)
Preetas.
btw, i loved it.
mar beta ke!
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