Sunday, 21 February 2021

Life and Everything in Between (Episode Two)


I flashed my brightest smile as I walked into Fulaan’s building. Adjusting my black maxi skirt and confirming that my white blazer was well-fitted, I raised my shoulders high and walked graciously. That was the best way to appear after the news of a breakup. And the report of your ex getting engaged to someone else.


Nothing could spoil this week. Not the marriage talk Mom had engaged me with this morning or the dreadful I received last night (Tolu getting engaged to Najeebah!). The week would be great. I could feel it!


“Hey, Rose! I greeted the receptionist with a bright tone as I unlocked my phone and went through the new notifications. My eyes widened in surprise as my phone buzzed with a million messages. When did I become an overnight celebrity?


Why are my colleagues sending swarms of messages? Did I get promoted?’ I wondered as I wrote my name on the register.


“Sorry oo, Rafiah,” Rose responded with a croaky voice.


I whipped my head to see her staring at me with sympathetic eyes.


I chuckled with creased brows. “Sorry for what?”


“Tolu got engaged to Najeebah. We’ve all heard the news. And…I’m wondering how devastating that must be. How would you cope…seeing them every day at work?” she said in a mockery tone. I could tell that she was trying her best not to smile.


I glanced around and realized that everyone had received the news. They were all staring at me. Oh my gosh! Wasn’t this the best moment to call in sick? I could just bring up an excuse and head home…but face Mom?


“Have a nice day,” I muttered as I dropped the pen and crept to my office, trying hard to ignore the pairs of eyes that were fixed on me.


I wondered why I had to go through such a traumatic experience. Home was a disaster…and now, I wouldn’t be able to breathe at my workplace. When Tolu had called our relationship quits, I thought it was the worst thing that could happen to me. I never knew what was yet to come- that Tolu would start a new relationship with someone from our department!


Fulaan’s office space was such that each department was apportioned to a room. So, I had to work in the same space with all of my colleagues…including Tolu and Najeebah.


Settling on my seat and placing my bag on my desk, I lowered my head and glanced through my unread WhatsApp messages.


Hi Rafiah. I heard about Tolu and Najeebah’s engagement last night. What can I say? Please be strong. It happens, and the lady is always the one to blame. Don’t let anyone’s mockery get past you. Be strong.

-          Nkechi.

Rafiah! I heard oo! Men are not worth it. Imagine what Tolu did. After breaking your heart, he went for someone else in your department. Ah, men are wicked. That’s why I’ve decided not to get married. One yeye guy also broke my heart. Let’s be friends. I owe you lunch.

-          Eugenia.


‘Eugenia, the tomboy? No way! I’d pass.’ I muttered as I ignored other messages and started to arrange my desk. I sighed deeply as I caught sight of Faith walking towards where I sat. Wrong decision; I could have just called in sick.


“Hello, Rafiah!” she greeted.


Faith was dressed in a red-fitted shirt and black mini skirt. She also painted her lips with red-bold lipstick. Late last year, news had it that Faith was having an affair with the company’s co-founder. And she has been promoted twice since the rumour broke out.


“Hi,” I smiled in return as I continued arranging my desk.


“I heard about what happened last night. The news is everywhere…”


 “Good morning, Faith. Please, can I have a word with Rafiah? Mr. Kolapo sent me.” Asmau said as she appeared in front of us.


Nkechi grinned, displaying her bold red lips. “Okay. I’ll see you during lunchtime. Take care, Rafiah.”


I heaved a sigh of relief as I stared at Asmau. “Thanks for bailing me out. These people have been bugging me since I entered this office. Tolu this…Tolu that. It is frustrating,” I sighed deeply as I stared at the ceiling.


“Asalamu ‘alaykum,” she greeted, staring at me with curious eyes.


“Wa’alaykumu salam. I’m just…” I was saying when she pulled me into a tight hug.


“It will be fine. Everything will be fine, in sha ALlaah. You’ll get through this.”


Tears stung my eyes as I noted that more colleagues were resuming at their desks. “How can I bear to see Tolu every single day? Abi, this is the period to resign from this job?”


Asmau pulled away from me and slapped my arm. “You can’t be serious. Because of a man? As I said, you’ll get through this. By the way, you look beautiful in this outfit!”


“Thank you, Asmau,” I smiled at her as I settled on my seat and turned on my computer.


As I opened the previous day’s document, I stared numbly at the screen and wondered if I was dumb. I mean, how did I even get this job, and why am I here? Why did I decide to become an accountant?


“Mrs. Lola is calling us for a meeting. We are to meet at the board room now!” Susie, the short and plump lady, said as she grabbed a jotter and pen and headed out of the office.


We all scrambled to our feet as we strolled towards the board room.


I could see Mrs. Lola talking earnestly and demonstrating with the movement of her arms. I could see that she was dressed in a white shirt and black palazzo. I could also spot that her wedding band was absent from her finger…again. However, I couldn’t pay attention to a word she was saying. My thoughts were transfixed to the news I received last night and what would become of me at the office.



I could spot Tolu from a distance, stealing a glance at Najeebah and sitting with pride and fulfillment. Najeebah was also staring repeatedly at the gold engagement ring resting on her middle finger. The smile on her face made it seem like she had achieved the most astounding feat in life.


My eyes were dizzy, and my legs felt wobbly as I tried to concentrate and take down notes like others. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they kept betraying me. It was no surprise because I spent last night bawling my eyes out.


I struggled to keep my eyes open again but soon…


“Rafiah!” Someone yelled at me.


I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Lola glaring at me. I glanced around and saw that everyone was glaring at me. “I’m sorry…I didn’t sleep well…” I muttered.


I heard giggles as I lowered my eyes and fought the tears from streaming down my face.


“Please, Rafiah, take this meeting seriously. Keep your eyes open and pay attention.” She bellowed as she continued her speech.


Stealing a glance at Tolu, I saw that he was staring at me. Asmau squeezed my arm as I opened my jotter and pretended to take down notes.


I spent the rest of the period pretending to be engrossed in Mrs. Lola’s talk. When we dispersed, I lowered my head and traced my way to my desk. It was then that I noticed someone standing on my path.


I froze in surprise and shock as I raised my eyes. It was Tolu, glancing at me with a quizzical look.  I could also spot Najeebah stealing glances as she walked past us. “Asalamu ‘alaykum, Rafiah.”


Tolu was tall and fair-complexioned with charming eyes. His eyes were everything! They dazzled whenever he smiled. I tried to bring forth words from my mouth but what came out were breaths of air.




“Yes…yes…” I stuttered. “How are you…how is work?”


“AlhamduliLlaah, Rafiah,” he cleared his throat. “Erm, I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry…I know this might be difficult for you…”


I let out a chuckle. “Difficult? No. I’m fine…we’re cool. There’s no issue at all,” I gulped hard.


Tolu smiled. “Well, I’m glad to know we’re on the same page. I’ll send you the wedding invitation card soon. Would you mind attending?”


“Oh…of course. It would be an honour.”


“Great. Have a great day at work,” he said as he walked away.


Asmau appeared behind me. “Are you okay?”


I scrunched out up my face as I let out a shuddering sigh. “Do I look fine? AstaghfirLlaah. I don’t, Asmau. Can we just continue with today’s tasks?”


Asmau stared at me with sympathetic eyes. “Yes, we can,” she replied as she held my arm.



I could spot the movement of Asmau’s lips as she talked earnestly about a topic, swinging her hands and widening her eyes to emphasize her point.  I wasn’t paying attention. All I think of was the way I had gotten disgraced at work this morning. Mrs. Lola had ridiculed me, and colleagues mocked me! My head couldn’t stop recalling the laughter that filled the air.


“Rafiah!” Asmau yelled my name.


“Yes?” I said as I put a spoon of rice in my mouth.


Asmau and I had gone for our lunch break. As we sat down and ate our meals, my thoughts were clogged with the incident that happened some hours ago.


She gave me an incredulous stare. “You’re saying you haven’t been listening to what I’ve been saying?”


I sipped from my bottle of water as I glanced at her with apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry. What have you been saying?”


“I was talking about how my husband bought a hideous gown for me…well, it’s pointless now. Tell me, what is bugging you? Tolu and Najeebah?”


I placed my hands over my head. “Everything, Asmau! Everything! What’s worse is that I have to see them every single day.” I blurted out as I took my phone from the table and logged into Instagram.


Colourful ad captivating pictures of people wearing happy faces filled my Instagram feed. I wondered if they were truly happy. As I double tapped on a post updated by a blogger dressed in an orange gown, my phone chimed with a new notification.


Hi Rafiah. How’s your day going?

-          Talhah.


Talhah was a financial journalist I had met in a Telegram group. He had sent a private message, and we started a conversation. He seemed like a smart and friendly person. Only that he rarely came online. Maybe this was the time to give social media relationship a chance. He could be the one! I’d read several stories of couples who met their significant other on social media. This could be it!!!


My face flickered in delight as I imagined Talhah appearing at the office with a bouquet of roses! My colleagues would be stunned. They would finally realize that my life could go on perfectly without Tolu!


“Rafiah?” Asmau called again.


I grinned as I looked up from my phone. Just then did my phone buzz with a new notification.


I was wondering if you’ll be free next weekend. We could meet in a public space. Say, Ndubuisi Kanu Park?

-          Talhah.


That would be awesome!!!

-          Rafiah.


After clicking the ‘send’ button,  I looked up to see Asmau glaring at me. “What? I am making sure I live my best life by forging ahead. I’ll be going on a blind date with someone I met on social media.”


Asmau spilled rice on her hijab as she heard what I just said. “A blind date?”


“Yes, Asmau. Life is about exploring. Who knows? He could be the one.”


“Well…I think you should take things slow…”


“It’s not like I’m getting married to him today. Asmau, if you lived with my mother, you’ll be desperate to get married. I’ll also go on a date with my mother’s friend’s son. I mean, let’s give everything a try.”


Asmau chuckled as she held her bottle of water. “Here’s to finding the one.”


I hit my bottle of water against hers. “Here’s to finding the one!”


“So, will you be attending my sister’s wedding? It will be fun!” she said with excitement.


“I don’t…know. I have no new dress to wear.”


“Speaking of new dress…remember that I told you my husband bought a hideous gown for me?” Asmau winced. “I was supposed to wear it to the wedding! He surprised me this morning by presenting a colourful box. I was like, ‘Oh, this might be the glamorous dress I had said that I wanted to wear to my sister’s wedding.’ Upon seeing the gown, I was shocked to see it was so ugly. Big, shapeless…and he didn’t buy it at a low price.”


I gave a burst of throaty laughter. “What did you do? How did you react?”


“I feigned a smile and acted like I was so excited. Then I placed a kiss on his lips,” she explained.


“Awwn…so pretentious. Why didn’t you just tell him the truth about the dress?”


“It will break his heart. Do you know what he must have gone through to choose the outfit? I don’t want to discourage him from surprising me with gifts.”


“Oh, I see,” I stated, wishing that I could be Asmau with a loving husband. “What will you do now?”


“I guess I’ll meet a good seamstress. We could make some adjustments. So…are you attending the wedding?”


“I don’t have a husband to surprise me with a dress,” I said as Asmau laughed loudly. “Seriously. I don’t have a dress to wear.”


“No problem. I’ll fix one for you before the day,” Asmau was saying when her phone started to ring.


A wide smile spread across her face as she answered the call. “My love…”


I turned away and faced my food, knowing it would be one of those long calls with her husband that wouldn’t end until the end of lunch break. 

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Sunday, 14 February 2021

Life and Everything in Between (Episode One)


Episode One

A smile spread over my face as I watched Rasheedah talk about her wedding day; how she planned on putting on a glamorous blue gown and stealing the gaze of her guests. How the wedding would be the talk of the town and how she yearned for such a memorable moment. Dinner was practically about Rasheedah’s wedding. We couldn’t talk about anything else.


“You will be the happiest woman on your wedding day,” Mom stared at her with a bright face. “You’re getting married to Khalid…and he loves you,” she smiled at him.


Khalid, who was cutting a slice of meat, whipped his head up and grinned at her. “I love Rasheedah more than you can ever imagine,” he said with certainty.


Three months and five days ago, my younger sister, Rasheedah, said yes to spending the rest of her life with Khalid. The house had bubbled with excitement when she revealed the news. We had drunk glasses of fruity wine and ate bowls of seasoned chicken to celebrate the engagement.


Khalid was not only a sweet person who had fallen head over heels with my sister, but he was also the son of Honourable Suleiman Olalekan, the commissioner for works in Lagos State. And Rafiah, the twenty-seven-year-old elder sister, was still jumping buses to work every day…with no plan of getting married soon. Yes, me.


My cheeks hurt from smiling too much, and I was tired of hearing the word ‘love’ and ‘marriage.’ If I hear them one more time, I might explode. I grabbed my phone from the table and clicked on WhatsApp.  


Save me, Asmau!!!

-          Rafiah.


I sent a message to my best friend, hoping that chatting with her would relieve my situation. My phone chimed with a new notification as I dropped it on the table. I picked it up and opened it with haste.


From your family members?

-          Asmau.


Yes, from my family members.

-          Rafiah.


Hahaha! Because your sister is getting married and you haven’t found a man yet?

-          Asmau.


No. Because my parents keep reminding me that I am the eldest child with no husband. In contrast, my younger sister found a loving and wealthy man.

-          Rafiah.




I rammed my fingers on the table as I waited impatiently for Asmau to finish typing. A yell from my father made me drop my phone.


“We’re having dinner with an important guest, and you’re pressing your phone? What impression do you want Khalid to have of our family?” My dad quirked his brows as he glared at me.


“I’m sorry. I’ll put it away.” I muttered in shame as several pairs of eyes fell on me.


I placed the phone on the table and willed myself to eat the meal I had spent over two hours preparing- spicy jollof rice with fried chicken.


“Please, prepare the meal, Rafiah. You know you’re the jollof rice expert. And Rasheedah needs to dress up for her fiancé.” My mother had said no long after I returned from work.


Mom instructed that I cook the meal without considering the fact that I would have experienced a busy day at work and encountered a stressful commute while returning home.


I clacked my spoon on the ceramic plate as I silently prayed for the dinner to be over soon. Yes! The dinner with my family members was a disaster, and I wished that I wasn’t around.


“I can’t wait for you to tie the knots with Khalid. He’s such a nice man,” My mom grinned in excitement as she winked at Rasheedah.


I adjusted my seat and cleared my throat, wishing that Lagos traffic had been heavier tonight and I had arrived home after the dinner was over. I wished Mr. Kolapo had instructed that we stayed back to clear the account, such that I would have to leave my place of work late. I wished the danfo driver had encountered a rift with one of the passengers or a LASTMA official such that I would have to spend an extra hour on the road.


If any of these had happened, I wouldn’t have had to be here!


I glanced at my father and noticed that he was staring at me with a look that read, ‘When are you also bringing a man home? Remember that you’re the first child?’


I could spot Rasheedah smiling as Khalid talked about his new business venture. While Khalid’s father was an influential politician in Lagos State and his mother owned a popular supermarket in Lekki, Khalid was also a successful business owner recently featured in a business magazine.


Khalid was the perfect definition of prince charming. He was a tall and dark-complexioned man with bright eyes and a captivating smile that could lit up a room. Khalid was the dream of every woman- tall, rich and handsome. And Rasheedah was also a pretty lady with a lithe figure and a pretty face. If I could be half as good looking as Rasheedah, I could have wound up with a fiancé by now.


“Khalid needs more salt. Go get him,” My mom was saying.


I was cutting a slice from my chicken drumstick when my mom yelled my name. “Rafiah! Get the plate of salt for Khalid.”


Anger seeped through me as I stood up and strode towards the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, I lowered my face in the sink and sighed deeply. I thought Rasheedah’s marriage would be more comfortable than this…but it wasn’t. My parents would keep reminding me that my younger sister was getting married before me. Neighbours would stare at me and wonder what I actually felt towards my sister’s marriage. Family friends would try to hook me up with their sons so that I wouldn’t remain single.


I scrunched up my face as I returned to the dining room and placed the plate of salt beside Khalid’s plate. He smiled in appreciation and sprinkled salt on his rice.


‘Is he saying that my food is tasteless? No, Rafiah. Don’t overthink.’ I muttered as I returned to my seat.


I was about to sit down when my mother called. “Sorry, Rafiah. Bring another jug of water. The one here is almost empty.”


I was about to open my mouth in protest, but I resisted and returned to the kitchen. In a matter of one hour, everything would be over. I would return to my room and fall into a deep sleep.



An hour had passed, and Khalid was still in our living room, sipping his cup of freshly-made cold zobo and listening attentively to my mom talk about her plans for their wedding. With the way he smiled awkwardly and nodded repeatedly, I was confident that he was tired of my mother’s discussion. But he had to leave a good impression on his fiancée’s parents.


We had finished dinner and sat in the living room, discussing the wedding plans as the TV's faint sound- showing a movie on Africa Magic Yoruba- played in the room.

I gazed intensely at my parents and imagined how thrilled they would be- knowing that one of their daughters would soon be tying the knots. My dad, a stout-looking man with a shiny bald head and beady eyes, stared interestingly at Khalid as he talked about taking Rasheedah to the Maldives after the wedding ceremony. Rasheedah was the direct replica of my mom. They both had dark, glowing skin and a long-pointed nose that made them look charming. I, however, took after my father’s look.


“I can’t wait…I just can’t wait…” Rasheedah’s face flickered with a smile as she glanced at Khalid.


“Same here, my love. I’m so sorry to cut this interesting conversation short, but I have to leave now. It is very late, and the night comes with dangers,” Khalid stated as he cleared his throat and gulped down his drink.


“Ah, yes. We’re sorry for keeping you this long. We’ll be expecting to receive your parents this Sunday. We have a lot to discuss. Have a great night. Rasheedah, accompany your fiancé to his car,” Dad remarked.


“Of course!” Rasheedah jumped up in exhilaration as she tailed Khalid to the door.


I watched them with jealous eyes as they whispered to each other before walking out of the house. Noticing my mother’s eyes on me, I held my phone and stood up from the seat, preparing to retreat to my room.


“Where are you going?” My mom inquired as she watched me stand up.


“My room. It’s past ten. I have to rise early and prepare for work.”


“Sit down. We want to discuss a crucial issue with you. It won’t take more than five minutes.”


My father cleared his throat as I returned to my seat. “It’s about the husband issue. Rafiah, time waits for no one. You’ll be twenty-eight this year’s September. You need to get married…”


“But I haven’t found the one yet. If I had, I’d have brought a man home just like Rasheedah.  I also want to get married. But what happens when I’m still searching for him?”


“You are not searching enough. Have you signed up to halal dating sites? Have you met with the Imam of the community mosque to link you up with a suitable bachelor? What are you doing other than waiting hopelessly for a man to approach you and propose?” My mother asked.


I swallowed hard and whipped my head up, staring at the TV and wondering why my case had to be different. I mean, my colleagues at my workplace and friends at school get married weekly. Where do they find their husbands? How do they get married? Was there a secret manual?


“Rafiah…can you hear this? You have nothing to say, abi? Anyway, Alhaji Mustapha and his family will be visiting us this Saturday. I’ll introduce you to his son.”


“Okay. Goodnight.” I muttered as I walked to the door, opening it and slumping on the bed.


Recalling all that had happene, I wondered why my life was different from that of my sister. Rasheedah had always wanted to become an architect. And she was actualizing her dreams. She was also getting married to the love of her life. But I was stuck in a job that I despised and had to keep searching for Mr. Right.


A notification buzz drifted me back to reality. Asmau, my closest friend and colleague at work, had just sent a new message, coupled with the ones she sent some hours ago.


…Just keep calm and patiently wait for everything to be over.


Ah, Tolu just sent a message to our group chat. He announced that he proposed to Najeebah tonight. Imagine!

-          Asmau.


My heart juddered in my chest as I read the message over and over again. Did Tolu propose to Najeebah? He was supposed to propose to me!


I remembered the day Tolu had walked to my table to break the dreadful news. He had called me privately and explained that our relationship had to end.


“It is not working, and you know that. We should call it quits,” he had said before walking out on me.


I went to my contact list and searched for Tolu’s number. I still had it saved as ‘My Future Husband.’


Tolu, my love. What went wrong? I knew our relationship was shaky…but we still could work it out.


I typed and erased it, thinking of typing something else.


I heard you’re getting married to Najeebah. Seriously? Najeebah? What happens to the promises you made when we were together?


“No,” I muttered as I deleted the message and laid on my pillow, allowing the tears to flow freely down my face.


I almost jumped out of my skin as I heard the sound of my phone vibrating. I turned the phone and checked the Caller ID, hoping it would be Tolu calling. It was, however, Asmau. How could I be dumb to think that Tolu would call me?


“Asalamu ‘alaykum, Rafiah. How are you?” Asmau said as I clicked on the answer button.


I rubbed my palm over my wet eyes. “Wa’alaykumu salam. I’m not. How would I be able to face them at work? People will laugh at me.”


“No…Tolu should be the one ashamed. You’ve done nothing wrong, Rafiah. He was the one that ended the relationship. Yes, colleagues will talk…but let them talk,” Asmau said as she started laughing.


“What’s funny?” I asked with a scrunched-up face.


“I just remembered that you also wanted to end things with Tolu. He only said it first. Rafiah, you know you can’t imagine getting married to Tolu. There is an amazing person out there for you, and you know it,” Asmau said with certainty.


“SubhanaLlaah. What is life without you, Asmau?”


Uhmm…you owe me lunch for dishing out these words of advice,” she chuckled. “Don’t forget to wear a lovely outfit to work tomorrow. And wear that confident smile.”


“Sure!” I said as I hung up the call and strode towards my wardrobe.  

A/N: Months feels like years...and I'm glad to be here, sharing fascinating stories with you. I hope you enjoy this and look forward to reading more. Cheers!💓


Sunday, 7 February 2021

Life and Everything in Between


Rafiah hates her life; her love life is a mess and her job cripples her with anxiety. Her younger sister is set to walk down the aisle. The love of her life is also getting married to someone else…and she has to see them at work every day!


Surprising events occur as Rafiah searches for the one. She must also search for her sister, who goes missing a week to her wedding.


A new web series will commence next week. Grab your bowl of popcorn!

Sunday, 17 January 2021

Letters to My Ex by Nikita Singh (Book Review)


‘It feels like I’m on autopilot; I have no control over anything. The pain of losing you is so crippling that I can barely hold pieces of myself together. The slightest nudge could break me. But somehow, my possessed brain knows what I need. It’s telling me to stick to my choice, to stay away from you, to open a Word document and bleed on paper, to try to throw up all my jumbled thoughts in form of words, collect all disconnected facts, try to make sense of it all.’

-          Nikita Singh.

I’m a lover of romance novels; so, the title of the novel got me captivated at first glance. Skimming through the pages, I also realized that it’s a simple novel with over a hundred words.

Nikita Singh tells the story of two lovers, Nidhi and Abhay, who go through a rough patch in their relationship. Nidhi, unexpectedly, calls it all off and runs away on their engagement day with no reasonable explanation.

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Feeling dejected and guilty, she decides to write letters- she had no plan on sending- to her ex, recalling how their relationship started and blossomed…and trying to patch what could have gone wrong. She does so to relieve herself of the pain. Bleeding her emotions into words was a form of therapy for Nidhi.

After breaking the engagement with her lover of five years for no tangible reason, Nidhi sees every part of her life as a disappointment. She has broken the heart of the first person she ever fell in love with and her parents are disappointed in her for ending the engagement and putting shame on the family. She is troubled with choosing a career path and getting the right job…and the perfect colleagues! Afterwards, Nidhi and Abhay start conversing through text, emails, and then letters.

While ‘Letters to My Ex’ is a bit of a cliché, it addresses how two people, who love each other deeply, face turbulence in their relationship, separate and realize that they are incomplete without each other.

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Nikita Singh’s writing style is poetic. Her descriptions are also vivid. You can picture yourself in the shoes of the characters while you try to understand the reasons for their actions. She was able to express emotions of love, pain, guilt, jealousy, regret, and a host of others.

I like Abhay’s character. He is mature, smart, patient, and honest. Nidhi is, however, a dramatic and annoying character. Sometimes, I try to understand her point of view…then I realize that Nidhi doesn’t even understand herself. I also believe that what she did, leaving Abhay on their engagement day in front of friends and family is one of the worst things that could ever happen to someone.

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However, Nidhi has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). I can understand a bit of her anxiety because of my familiarity with OCD in John Green’s ‘Turtles All the Way Down.’

Love is all that matters and Abhay and Nidhi’s relationship proves that!

Rating: 3/5

Letters to My Ex is a simple, yet, interesting read. It is a novel that can be completed in less than three days. I’d recommend the novel if you’re a sucker for romance, like me.