Her name was Meera.
She was my next door neighbor in the hostel .We used to travel to college together.
She was like a Rose. Lovely.
Interested boys would urge me to present their ‘love’ interest to her. I had once obliged. Meera had smiled, dismissively.
She would buy flowers for herself on Valentine’s day, hum love songs in the bathroom.
Girls questioned her sanity and orientation.
Later, she became even more popular for her outstanding academic results.
Meera was intimidating, for average people.
‘I would prefer to die alone than taking a dip in imitation love ‘, Meera would say.
Word count – 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight. Thank you, Kelvin.