by Vaiju Joshi
Its been 6 years, 3 months and 21 days since I last saw you. It is not like I have been counting the days or anything, there are days when I don’t even think of you. It is just that when I made an appointment with the hairdresser this morning for next Tuesday, I remembered it was your birthday that day. I knew then that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to forget this date. So I leaned over and told the hairdresser that it was your birthday. And even as she stared at me, I told her that I hadn’t seen you for the past 6 years, 3 months and 21 days.
Vaiju Joshi's short stories have won some prizes in Australia and the UK over the years. There have been plenty of times when she never heard back from a lot of people.