 30. Never mention your character's name in a post, but use other descriptors instead. Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
The way her name rolled off his tongue was strange. The man had spent the previous evening chuckling at how completely absurd the entire situation was. An Amrita Sandhu, whom he did not know, pouring her heart out about him in letters addressed to him. There was still a part of him, suppressed inside and masked by his general confusion, still associating him to Usharani Iyer. And he, too, was ignoring an ache so feeble that it was almost effortless to pretend it wasn't there, but was definitely present.
"Chai," he found himself repeating Amrita's words with a nod. The man clearly still had no idea how to react appropriately. How does one react appropriately in such a mind-boggling condition?
He was also about to dive into his thoughts when he caught Amrita's question. The man blinked for a second, to internally collect himself. "Superb." Masala chai reminded him of his nani. He was quite the grandmother's boy, but surely Amrita slash Usharani already knew that.
And shortly after that, he delved back into thinking while waiting for the tea, and wondered if anything he knew about the woman he once loved was real. The self-proclaimed trivia king knew so much obscure knowledge that he couldn't tell the difference between who the woman in front of him really is, and who the woman he met years ago was. Some boss-level existential crisis he was currently having.
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