Three mistakes of my life by Chetan Bhagat

Author:Chetan Bhagat
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: three mistakes of my life

I looked into her eyes to find out the answer she expected from me. I couldn't find it.

'I don't know. This is too big a news for me. I can't say what we will do. Pregnancy, abortion, I don't know how all this works.'

'You want me to get an abortion?'

'No, no. I said I don't know. What's the other option, marriage?'

'Excuse me, I am eighteen. I just passed out of school,' she said.

'Then what?'

'I don't know. I don't want to think. Please don't talk about it,' she said.

We kept quiet for the rest of the auto journey.

'Here, take this maths guide to show at home,' I said and passed her a book when she reached home.

Vidya and I exchanged ten 'are you asleep' and 'not yet' messages that night.

*

'What's up?' Ish said as I laid my head on the cashbox early morning.

'Nothing. Couldn't sleep well,' I said.

'Why? Thinking of Pandit-ji's daughter,' Ish laughed. I ignored him. Every few hours I had the urge to send Vidya a 'did anything happen' message. But she would tell me if something happened. I opened a calendar and tracked all the past dates of our intimacy. Apart from the first time several months ago, I had used protection every time. Could they be late for any other reason? I didn't know and I could not ask anyone. Ish and Omi probably didn't even know the P-word. And there was no other woman I knew apart from Vidya. And I couldn't ask mom anyway. I picked up my phone again. 'How is it going?', I sent a neutral message. 'Nothing yet', she replied back.

The next night I did get some sleep. I sprang out of bed early morning to SMS her again. I had an SMS from her already, 'a bit of pain, nothing else'.

I threw the phone away. I wanted to reach the shop early to take out supplies from the godown. Somehow, I hated being late anymore.

Eighteen

Are trains ever on time?' Mama's loud voice interrupted us while we were at work. Ish dragged out a heavy box of wickets from the godown.

'Mama, you here so early?' Omi said.

Mama kept two pink paper boxes on the wicket box. He had a tikka from the morning prayers on his forehead.

'I had bought hot kachoris for my son and other sevaks. Their train was supposed to reach at 5 a.m. But it is five hours late. Now what to do? Thought I will have them with you,' Mama said and took out a kachori.

'So leftover breakfast for us?' Omi said and laughed.

'They are absolutely fresh. I'll get more when they come. Eat them while they are still hot, come Ish, Govind,' Mama said.

'Didn't know you boys come here so early,' Mama said. The shop's clock said eight o' clock.

'Had some work in the godown,' I said and took a bite of a kachori. It tasted delicious.

We ordered tea and sat on the stools outside the shop.

Mama talked to Omi about their relatives. Ish and I discussed the delivery plan for the day.

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