Half Girlfriend (1)

hear live music at a bar is if you yourself sang. In New York City,
however, there is an endless number of places. I sat on the Central
Park bench and examined the tall buildings around me. I felt small and
insignificant.
It’s a live music venue in one city, how difficult can it be? is what I
had told myself before coming here. Now it didn’t seem easy at all.
I went to Google Maps. It showed my current location as 59th
Street and Sixth Avenue. It also showed me to be a three-kilometre
walk away from Shailesh’s house. A cold breeze penetrated my Biharstrength
sweater. I crossed my arms and held them close to my chest.
You are so stupid, Madhav, I said to myself as I walked north on
Fifth Avenue, along the edge of the park. On a whim, I had packed my
bags and come to this cold city. A gust of wind left my face numb.
'I can’t do this,’ I said.
I took deep breaths. I reminded myself of old basketball matches,
which I had won with sheer willpower.
One street, one avenue, one bar at a time, Madhav.