Pick up,pick up,I mutter,my head swimming with possibilities as I dial Anshu's number.

I am going to have a panic attack.

Shit.

Deep breaths Sandy.

"What the hell are you doing,not picking the call!",I snap at my best friend.

"I'm in the labour room. Wassup?"

"Wassup? Wassup? You stupid female."

"Sandy? You okay?"

"No",I screech.

"Okay listen. Someone's calling for me. I think I need to go."

"I don't care if you're in the middle of an apocalypse."

I hear a deep sigh,"Just a second Deepthi",I hear her snap,"What happened?"

"Dhruv texted", I cry out,"He is asking if we can meet tomorrow."

"What?"

"Exactly. What the hell!"

"Okay calm down....