Something at the bar

Six numbers done. Room was on fire. Bride's ma danced with her papa and I almost cried on mic. Held it. I am a pro. Sab thik.

But yaar. Between the second and third I was at the bar getting water. Karan came up. Groom's cousin, I think. He just stood there. I put my chhadi across the bar like a wall. Stupid wall. He put his hand on the counter. Right there. Close.

My stomach flipped. I don't know if it was good flip or scared flip. That is the part I will not say to anyone.

I laughed. Sir, dance floor that way. Walked off. Smooth. Fake smooth.

Then I texted Suresh. Pick me up. Please. Early.

Now I am in the back seat. Knees up. Smells like diesel. And I am still asking myself. Did I want him to. Or did I just want someone to.

Pata nahi. Bas.