Loyana's letters - I

Loyana. Loyana Sharma. Not bad Niki. I always thought you'd rechristen me in manner that would make me cringe. But you haven't disappointed me. What I do feel hurt about is that I thought that I meant something to you. I thought that if for nothing else, for friendship's sake you'd keep what happened to yourself. You wouldn't put in on a public platform. But since you have, lets give everyone something more than just your jaundiced jargon as food for thought shall we?

Dear reader, here is how I remember it -

The College Canteen. My exclusive domain. A place that was my lair and my sanctuary. An open air clearing where I held court and allowed my broken heart to heal after yet another joker dashed it to the ground. Men. Ba______s! Who needs them? I'd rant and rave and entertain my dear audience. There never was any dearth of admirers. So why the hell did I pick Niki? I don't know. He just walked into the canteen one day. Sauntered in rather. His eyes reflecting more hunger than the intelligence that he came to be known for.

He simply marched up to the little shack that sold food that was barely edible yet he bought and ate a burger with such obvious relish that told me much more about his finances than he would have cared to admit. I was falling in love then. With a boy who would ultimately betray me in the most cruel manner possible. And at that point of time I simply tossed Niki into a pile of has beens / not my types and went back to my adoring crowd. Darling I simply thrive on attention you know. And if a boy has no time for my charms, well he's not worth bothering about is he?

LOL darlings. More later. Ciao.