My So-Called Bollywood Life(3)

By: Nisha Sharma

“If he was really the guy for me,” she said between sniffles, “then we should’ve been able to work past this, right? Like a growing pain. We were great for the first two years, but junior year was so hard, and I needed some space, some time to breathe and think about what he wanted from me. So, like an idiot, I spent the summer thinking, and he spent the summer forgetting. It sucks, but we’re too different now to work things out. Cheating puts the last nail in our relationship’s coffin…which is why I’m digging a grave.” She motioned to the shallow hole at her feet. “To bury my coffin.”

“If you know you two aren’t going to work anymore, then why are you so mad at him for hooking up with Jenny? You should be happy that it’s over.”

 “Because I stayed faithful,” Winnie said as she dug her sneakered toe into the dirt. Her heart ached a little as she said the words. “He moved on to someone else without a second thought. Plus, he wasn’t honest. We were friends before we dated, Bridge. I thought maybe we could go back to that if things didn’t work out. But now? I’ve lost a friend, too.”

“Well, screw him,” Bridget said. “He sucks.”

Winnie wiped her nose. “I can confidently say that soul mates are for the movies.”

“I don’t know why you trusted the whole prophecy thing,” she said. “We’re talking about a prediction a psychic made.”

“He’s not a psychic. He’s an astrologer. A priest. A pandit.”

Bridget stood up and walked over to one of the boxes piled high with DVDs. She kicked the side of it, and the contents rattled. “Sounds like a psychic to the blonde here.”

“He’s pretty accurate, Bridge. He reads charts based on star alignments that were in the sky when someone was born. It’s a religious thing. Or is it a cultural thing? Either way, it’s something important.”

“That you don’t believe in anymore,” she said.

Winnie winced. “Yeah, I guess not.” But a part of her wished that it was still true. Maybe a part of her still wanted it to happen. But to what end? She was going to be disappointed if she kept hoping that Raj would change back into the guy she remembered.

“Forget about the prophecy and how much it sucks that you believed it,” Bridget said. “Eat ice cream and pizza, and watch your favorite movies. We’ll get frappes and binge on some new show. You know, the normal coping things.”

 Winnie stood and brushed the dirt off the seat of her pants. “I’ve never been dumped before. This blows.”

“Welcome to my life.”

Winnie should’ve never ignored Bridget’s calls. She needed her bestie more than she needed revenge. “Thanks for being my best freaking friend for life, Bridge.”

“You know I’m here. Ugh, I hate that you don’t get all red and blotchy-eyed. I can’t even tell that you’ve been crying.”

Winnie laughed for the first time all day and squeezed Bridget in a death grip. “I hate that your hair doesn’t get frizzy in the humidity.”

“Touché,” Bridget said. “Come on, let’s get these back to Raj.”

“Um, no.” Winnie pulled away and circled the hole she’d started. “I dug my grave. I now have to live with it. Besides, it’s not really his stuff. It’s just whatever I bought for him during the time we were together. I never realized how many movies I gave him until I was taking them out of his house.”

Bridget picked up one of the external hard drives. She waved it in front of Winnie’s face. “You did not buy him this.”

“No, that’s actually mine that he was borrowing. It’s been tainted by his cheating hands, so I’m burying it, too.”

“Wow, you actually mean that. Okay, I know where you’re coming from, but you’re going to end up screwing yourself over. Can’t you put this in a post online and delete it later? You have to face facts. Everyone at school loves Raj, even if he’s the one who broke up with you.”

 “I don’t get how I could possibly be the bad guy,” Winnie grumbled.