You’ve turned me bitter.
The taste you get when you overcook coffee beans.
Every time I see a couple getting closer, I scream out silently,
“Don’t kiss in front of me”,
“It makes me sick”.
I get pleasure when I make ‘a face’ at the young people in love two rows away from me.
I spill water over the couple’s seat next to me in a theater to spoil their date.
We had a teacher in my high school days.
She used to punish students for being in love, seized their love letters and roses and sacrificed them in her bonfire.
Everyone used to hate her.
Now, I can see herself in me.
I am the old witch with grey hair & crooked teeth that kids are afraid of.
I make your favorite tea & add plenty amount of sugar, even though I try and retry not to do that but bitterness seeps into anything that I try with love.
I broke my cat-eyed glasses because they fog up each time I take a sip.
And I refuse to get contacts, because they don’t let me break my glasses.
Human beings are my punching bag & everyone in love, is the spot I enjoy hitting the most.
I find new ways to mess up with them.
I spend an extra minute at the counter messing up my order, if there is a couple behind me, and pass by them with a villainous smile, with the comfort of saying how relationships end up in no time.
Ankita Behera is an undergraduate in a bachelor of technology. An amateur writer and a keen nature lover who loves traveling. When asked about life, she says that she is trying to manipulate the truths & realities of her life and weave meaningful stories out of them.