Hello? Table for two? 


Endless calls, e-mails, text messages, social media pings, how much she was excited for their 25th wedding anniversary. Had her Schizophrenic mind not held her too tight in its grip, Kaira would have known that she never actually got married to her childhood beloved, that the guy whom she keeps on insisting as her childhood beloved actually never existed, that the calls dialed were blank, that the messages was sent to some technically non-existing number.

Yet she manages to dial one number perfectly, that one friend who has always loved her unconditionally happens to be a restaurateur, though she never really knew he had feelings for her or maybe due to her ailment, and says, “Hey, Fred, 8pm sharp tonight, so.. Table for two?” 


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