I Will Forget Tomorrow

Priya text at 8 a.m. Public. Audience next week. My heart sinks.

First three min. I run it twenty-two times. Second three min. Eleven times. I lose count somewhere.

Evening. I am flat on the studio floor. Ghungroo still on. Keycard poking my ribs, forgot my bag again. Classic me.

My psoas is yelling. It has been yelling all day. I am not listening.

If I listen, I have to tell Dr Desai yes. Rest. And then sit out the showing. The one thing that could be mine.

I made a promise July first. I am going to break it. Tomorrow I will pretend I forgot.

Mummy ke haath ka khana aaj bhi yaad hai. College friends are posting rings. Real jobs. Real weddings. I am lying on a floor talking to my hip like it is my best friend.

Pata nahi. Maybe I am too much. Maybe I am not enough. Maybe I am just tired.