Time To Reflect

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It was a Saturday evening, much like any other weekend. The music was loud, booze was high and my heels ached. I secluded into a corner with a drink in my hand and no thoughts on my mind. Out of nowhere he patted on my shoulder and asked, “Is this the hour of self reflection for you?” and without waiting for an answer or an invitation, he deposited himself onto the green armchair opposite me.

I look up to find a man who could give Zac Efron a run for his money. His perfectly set off-white teeth didn’t jog my memory. Even his ruffled brown hair didn’t ring a bell. Looking into his grey eyes I zoned out and traveled ahead in time to the next morning.

I open my eyes to the bright Sunday sun and groan at my throbbing head. Settling on my leather couch with a coffee, I reflect on my life. I think about the emptiness in my life and the need for validation that led me to that party. I come out of my reverie and as if picking up a conversation I said, “I am setting the stage for self reflection”.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautifully written, a really strong ending!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you so much 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Such a teasing story!

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    1. Yamini says:

      Looks like it got you hooked!

      Like

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