Friday, October 23, 2015

Blood Red Diamonds: Diya

I was lost for words when Natasha got up and walked out of the whole project. Just because I wasn’t researching about what I was supposed to. After all, we found the same information! Why did she expect me to get more information than her? I think she just needed an excuse to get out of it. Even in class, I tried pleading, but she ignored me. I did see her attention span decrease drastically in class, though.  So, if she too doesn’t want to be a part of this, I’ll do it myself. I am more than capable of it. But, inside I knew that Natasha had the brains I needed. And the connections. I was missing out on a lot. But, I convinced myself I could do it on my own. So, I sat down to research more in the night, shunning out all the other interests that were craving for my attention.

I slept while researching this topic, with no breakthrough. Even the internet seemed to give up when it came to this topic. No one knew what happened to the thief after he was caught, and the red diamond after it was stolen. I was getting depressed day by day. I needed to know more about this, to find out if the school held it. At this rate, I could slip into clinical depression!


The next day, I got ready for school with a heavy heart and was quiet till break. My friends coaxed me to tell them my problems, but how would they understand? That’s when Natasha came up to me, and said she was sorry. She said that she was intrigued by it against her wishes and would join back. She looked at me meekly, and I was just so grateful and happy, I bear-hugged her! She slipped and almost fell, but regained her balance. When I let her go, she was smiling at me. The first thing she said was, “Meet me at the library during our free classes. I’ll already be there. Come, and we’ll discuss about this.” She then, went and started reading her book, as was the norm.  I looked at her for a second and turned back to my friends, suddenly turning into the chirpy bird that I was. My friends felt weird about the whole issue, but as long as I had Natasha with me on this plan, all was well, and I didn’t care about anything else. 

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