Fiction btw. I have no inspiration right now my brain's empty here we go.
He was right though she didn't have a good reason to tell them off. They were there with permission and the hours were reasonable they weren't being too rowdy or noisy. It was just a group of friends meeting and having fun. Too much fun for her.
It had nothing, nothing to do with her mental status and the fact that she wouldn't be seeing her friends for how long now who even knew, everyone would be in strange lands with weird people and when the group met again years decades later they'd all be strangers in their own lands. The connections would be vague but the core values will have changed. They will have become different people with a faint memory of being friends with each other at some point and nothing else.
She didn't have an option. This was hard to come by, she had barely scrapped in and if this opportunity hadn't come she would be in a very very difficult place. She knew of seniors from way way back who had seriously considered doing the unthinkable because their college situation hadn't worked out. These days it was insane because half the batch went to other countries and eventually folks took one gap year or two gap years or waited until their masters but made it out either way so it wasn't like you were trapped forever with a doomed uncertain future in Kathmandu but it was a little scary. Stranger in your own land, you didn't know any people have any friends left it was just family and the people you went to college with would judge you. Your values would be different, they'd talk about boyfriends and getting married and inlaws and all the dramas what not. She sighed. It was too much for her. She was safe. This may not have been the best option but it was good. An escape.
Still. She couldn't write in the midst of the cacophony, she had two thousand words of feature articles to write, edit a few more of those agency bits and then look into leaning more into online medium. The advertisers weren't too keen on the papers learning online because they could already reach the online audience without the papers -- the papers were for the crowd that was not online native, but the move was on the cards it was just a matter of days. Cheap online tools to help in research writing publishing interviewing and keeping in touch with the rest of the office. A virtual newsroom they were talking about, where even if nobody showed up to the office, things would be just fine generally speaking.
They were now singing oldies from the nineties. She hadn't noticed a guitar but she could hear a madal and two guitars playing. The journalist didn't mind, really really didn't, it was just in poor taste that they who had tried befriending her and she had been open to their attempts, hadn't bothered asking her if she was interested in a party to meet a large group of young guys and girls in her age group. She would have liked getting drunk and celebrating.
Oh well.
Appointments and Disappointments
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