"Valerie, Valerie, Valerie" Damien called from behind, Valerie waited for him to get close to her"I'm sorry Val" for that is what he calls her when he is remorseful, she Smiled and hugged him and they continued their journey home, just then She remembered Ava and her parents, for some time, she completely forgot about them, she didn't tell anyone she was going to a party because her parents had traveled and Aunt Ava was supposed to be out of town, I hope she is still out she thought, so she hurriedly walked home with Damien, she was happy he came and apologized to her, she was happy that someone saw something good in here still have my friend back she said to him, they spoke about the disaster, the party, her awkward dressing, and Sky until they parted ways to their various houses, Io Valerie, it was an interesting journey home because of the relief she got from Damien, but it was a day she would never forget even in a hurry.

 “Are you sure there is one at the end of this street?” He raised his voice, just to make himself audible. “Yes, Carlos. I saw a two-wheeler repair shop there.” Valerie assured. Carlos changed from his formals to a t-shirt and tracks. “Hell with this Scooter.” He gritted his teeth. His scooter, which he had owned for the past one year, which even survived an accident a few days ago, was now starting to trouble him more. Yet another time, it failed to start even after filled-up up the Petrol tank, several kicks, and a couple of tilts. “Calm down.” She advised. “Don’t you see? I was almost ready. I had to change to my casuals again to get this stupid vehicle repaired.

 “Cheese?” Jonathan asked as he was looking at his mobile. “Jonathan, for the third time, I want caramel popcorn.” Valerie looked at him puzzled as he was still meddling with this mobile. “Sure, you don’t want cheese on it?” Jonathan still looked at his mobile. There was a sudden silence. When he looked up he saw Valerie glaring at him. “I asked to do whether you want cheese flavor.” “For the fourth time, I want caramel popcorn.” Valerie shook her head. They were there for a movie on a relaxed Sunday evening. The whole theatre broke into hysterical laughter when the stand-up comedian appe

 Valerie adjusted the peach-colored stud she wore, which complemented her salwar color. Jonathan took her to her favorite fashion outlet and gifted her that beautiful dress for her previous birthday. She felt, it was the best idea to wear one of his gifts, as she was meeting him after a trifling misunderstanding. She shot a final glance in the rearview mirror before she got down. She walked straight into the showroom. The blank cheque her dad had given her was safe inside her handbag. “Anything between 40-60L will do.” Her dad told her in the morning. “What Color?” She had asked. “That is your choice.” Her dad shrugged his shoulders. “This is just to convert liquid cash into an asset. Anything of

Valerie sat on the sofa, hugging her knees. It was the next evening- Monday evening. “A girl child is not supposed to sit that way.” She heard her mom’s voice from the kitchen. She sighed and sat cross-legged. She appealed to her parents to eschew their questions regarding Jonathan. She lied that they were in a fight. Though the latter was true, she lied about the intensity. “I am angry with him. I will talk to him once my anger subsides.” She gave a wry reply, subduing every small instinct to break into bitter tears. Her head was woolly from the recent happenings of her life. She did not accompany her Dad to their office. She hesitated to even take a bath and moved around in the same dress she wore the previous evening. Every single threa