Literary Magazine

The India Incident

“It’s kind of a funny story, but…” I let my voice trail off, giggling nervously as I tapped my nails on the dark wood of my dining room table. I’d invited Nirali over for lunch so we could talk about her wedding. HER WEDDING! How could I tell my best friend I wouldn’t be going to her wedding? That I physically COULDN’T go?

“But what?” Nirali asked.

“But.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

“Angel, what is going on with you today?”

“Oh, the hell with it. Nirali, I love you, and I love Taj, and I am so happy for both of you, BUT,” I took a deep breath, “I can’t come to the wedding, I’m sorry.”

“Wait, what?”

“I can’t come to the wedding.”

“What do you mean you can’t come to the wedding? Angel you are my best friend. You HAVE to be there.”

“Well I can’t be. Trust me, I wish I could be, but I literally cannot be there.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Well like I said it’s a funny story.”

“Angel, there is NOTHING funny about you blowing off my wedding. We’re paying for your airfare and you are staying with my family. They love you and… and… What the fuck is going on with you?”