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her own joke. I wished someone had strangled Rohan at the ‘bhaiya’

stage. That bastard had seemed like trouble right from Riya’s party.
I wanted to say something sensible. I wanted to turn the tide even
somewhat in my favour. Of course, God had not given me the brains

to do so. Neither was my timing right. A girl giving you her wedding

card is basically like a giant ‘Game Over’ sign flashing in a video
game. It is not the time to say you want her back. Or that you love her

more than anything else on earth. I wondered if I should act
supportive.

I wondered if I should ask her about the preparations, or if she
needed any help. I stopped myself. I could not sink that low.

The situation reminded me of what my friends used to tell me.
I was indeed a toy. I felt like Woody from the movie Toy Story. In

the film, Woody, a neglected toy, cries alone because his owner grows
up and no longer plays with him.

‘Say something,’ she said.

You bloody bitch, my impulsive mind suggested. I controlled
myself.
Please don’t do this. I love you so much, said the emotional side of

my mind. I realized my head was a mess right now. Given my track

record, saying anything would only mean regretting it later.
‘What do I say? Surprised. Shocked. I don’t know.’

‘People normally say congratulations.’
‘Yeah,’ I said, but didn't congratulate her.

‘I hope we can move past whatever happened. We can, right?’ she
said.

I nodded.
‘You will come?’

‘Where?’
‘The wedding. I just invited you.’

I wanted to throw her over-the-top wedding invitation box-cum-
card at her.

‘Let’s see,’ I said. I patted myself mentally. I had responded with