We were walking through the streets of London again, still thinking about Mochi. Our tongues craved for more but we were determined not to succumb to our perverse insatiable greed for this Japanese dessert.
“Is today 12th?” Lee asked.
“Yes,” I said checking my phone.
“I am not sure, I need to check, but if I think what’s tonight is really happening tonight, it might just turn out to be the best night of our lives.”
“Oh, nice!” I said pretending I understood what she said.
“Yes! I know where we need to go!”
I followed Lee blindly. Wherever she would take me, I would happily go. No, I wasn’t in love, we just didn’t have any other plan.
We talked, walking on the pavements, crossing the roads, watching people around us.
“Look at that lady,” I mumbled to Lee. “Yes, I saw,” she nodded.
“I want to be like her when I am old.”
“Me too,” I thought. Who wouldn’t? How could one care to be so well dressed even at eighty? I didn’t intend to be offensive if that thought is offensive in any way. I was just shocked because I am twenty-four and I have given up on life already. I don’t even bother to comb my hair sometimes. I wear the same canvas every day. I wear the same jumper. I wear the same jacket. I don’t bother wearing contact lens, I prefer saving two minutes over doing nothing and looking weird in specs instead. This lady, on the other hand, was a model. How does she have so much life? Bottle green stylish hat, velvet dress, shiny pearls, red but not too loud lipstick, white gloves – Posh and graceful – this is what I would like to be. How do I end up being messy and loud instead?
Later, we started coming across even more fashionably dressed people. Silk gowns and gloves. Crisp and handsome tuxedos. The shiny sparkly queue of glamorous rich people was boisterous and long. Everyone seemed happy. Why wouldn’t they be? They were going to watch Star Wars with people who had starred in that movie themselves.
Lee was brimming with excitement. We walked till the very end of the queue, at the entrance of the Royal Theater. Actors were stepping out of the Limousine, posing in front of the camera, stopping by to say a word or few to the anchor, waving to the crowd, signing some autographs, smiling at the camera again and then going inside the theater.
We could have tried asking for an autograph or a selfie too, but we were on the sadder side of the barricade. The free side. I stared at the huge LED screen while Lee tried clicking some photos by going closer to the barricade hoping for better angles and views.
Star War premier, who would have thought?
A part of me was excited. I wanted to post photos on facebook, send snaps to my friends in India. “STAR WAR PREMIER! WOW!” #London #IloveLondon #RoyalTheater #soexcited #unbelievable #likereallyunbelievable #Pleasetellmeyouarejealous
But I didn’t.
Wish I had watched even a single Star War movie. Wish I had given a fuck.
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Oh my God Saloni! This writing-non-fiction-in-the-most-interesting-way-imaginable is your forte or what!
I don’t know how you do it! Putting ordinary things that go on in your head so extraordinarily and narrating a real incident though big but such that someone else might tell of – whiningly perhaps, so interestingly instead!
I love your beginnings, your showing me the world through your eyes which see so much, and those unexpected endings! 🙂
Loved this one! 🙂
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