Sneaking in your home was the job which should be given a pay.
Hauling myself with a stiffness, I slump down on the bed, taking heavy breaths which I just lost. I would not sneak out next time. I would go by telling everyone. No more sneaking, because climbing back was a laborious job which wasn't meant for me.
You'll do it again.
I patted my subconscious mentally. Ah, she knew me too well to know that I would sneak out again and again. I couldn't manage to tell my parents about it. The moment they discover my relationship, I would be found deep buried under the ground.
"Sanchi beta, get up." I heard a knocking on the door followed with mom's voice. Clasping my hand over my mouth, I gulped the breaths to not let her know I was awake. I was a late sleeper and hardly get awake early.
When it was done, I removed the hand from my mouth. "I'm awake." If I hadn't answered, she would've come in and that was when the show of a daily soap would have begun. Also, the marathon of questions thrown my way with a look of suspicion on her face. When I heard her retreating steps, I got up quickly, did the daily routine of brushing my teeth, bathing and then wearing the clothes.
I chose a plain shirt with denim and thrown over a short green coat over it. Getting sick in this month wasn't something I was looking for.
But all this process always take a long time.
I was a girl. I needed my beauty time.
Collecting my purse from the wardrobe, I vacated my room and walked downstairs to see that everyone was already seated on the dining table and having their breakfast. My home was a replica of any other rich house. Magnificent stairs, shimmering marble, chandelier, big rooms and maids going here and there. I had no problem with the things but sometimes everything felt so . . . hollow.
Rakshit eyes hoisted up and a startled look subdued his face. Like I said, I wasn't an early riser but that was before I got in the fashion studio.
"How are you awake so early?" From his voice, everyone eyes snapped at my direction.
I rolled my eyes and took my seat next to dad. "Because my inner wishes were begging to make you all happy with my presence." I placed my purse on the table.
He opened his mouth to say something but contested against it and the next moment he was quiet. "Don't want to cause a trouble." At least, he was grown up on that topic.
We had overcome our time where we used to fight over small things, him being protective over me - that's a lie - anyway, we didn't get into much talking anymore. He was busy with his own family and I was busy with my own life and problems where were more like tangled hair. They were never ending. One problem solved, next arises in a moment. My life was full of them.
I turned the plate to eat something, but luck was never in my favor when I heard my grandma with her same old dialogue.
Didn't she ever get bored with it?
Because I was so fucking much bored. I didn't like her presence around me.
"So noisy all day. I don't know what children do nowadays." Things which were far more appealing than you. The noise was of Adi - playing with his plane - and making flying noises. For him, it was cool, so we didn't say anything.
This was the age of him being free and happy, after that school, marks, crush, rumors and so on would mark his life. A happy soul splintered under the burden of the world, with no hope of every rising above again.
My phone beeped from my sound, and my grandma gaze went to it with an annoyed look. She hated phones on the dining table, saying today generation had been spoiled by all these nonsense technologies. If only she knew about them. Ignoring it, I opened it up and saw it was the message from Mehak. I hadn't met her after coming back from the studio, she was excited to know what had happened in there. I didn't pick the call of any of my friends yesterday, to shock with the news of Dhruv being married and I had to work with him.
Someone poked on my side to grab my attention. Tilting my head, I saw Adi was gawking at me whilst gripping his finger.
"Bhua, we need to go to the hospital." He rustled.
"Why?"
He showed his finger to me. "Blood is coming." I scrutinized my eyes at it and saw a pinch of blood was visible on his finger.
We didn't go to the hospital for such a small injury, but he was a child. I bit back my smile and faced him with a serious expression. "Oh, we'll go. Such a big injury you got. Paining?"
He shook his head. "But there is blood. Momma says when there is blood we should go to the hospital."
What craps Megna had been teaching him.
I ruffled his hair with my free hand. "We'll in some time. Let me finish my breakfast."
He nodded and ran away. My attention came back to my breakfast which I was about to eat when my grandma's voice intervened.
Looks like I couldn't get a decent breakfast.
"Sanchi, do you plan to get married or not? In my time, girl got married at 18 only, but nowadays, girls attitude."
Rolling my eyes, I faced her. "My marriage. My wish, grandma." And you had no right to interfere in my life when you didn't even know one single thing about me.
She snorted and faced dad. "I was talking with Mrs. Kaur yesterday. You know her daughter is getting married. And asked about Sanchi, before I could reply she said we might be having trouble. We already - " Before she could complete it, I stood up harshly from my seat.
This was the daily portion of my home. It looked more like a set of some Indian drama serial. She would taunt me, but we couldn't say anything, being her the elder. But she needed to understand the meaning of personal matters and life.
Grabbing my purse from the table, I faced mom who was looking worried like every day, but never said anything in return. Defending your daughter wasn't a crime. Then my gaze shifted to dad who was wearing an annoyed look of the same thing. But I needed them to say something, not remain quiet and agree with her.
"I had my breakfast. Good day to everyone else." I whirled around but no one said anything. I knew they were looking at the plate which was empty, like my life.
Empty plate. Full stomach with the talks.
I heard my grandma from behind me. "Girls these days. Don't know anything about family's respect."
I mumbled slowly, "Shut up." Because you were making it so hard for me to continue my day with a smile.
I wish I could say it to them.
Sitting in the college canteen, Mehak had a dubious look on her face, waiting for the news of yesterday. This girl always dies to hear the happenings of my life. To her my life was a movie which could be watched whilst she ate popcorn, and one time she did bring popcorn and coke. I had ordered some food for both of us. I was hungry. Veering back on the chair, I blurted out, "I met Dhruv yesterday." She wasn't in my school but she knew about him. I had told her about him in our second year. Her face gave away nothing. Soon Ishika, Lavish, and Abhi joined us with the sandwich in their hands except Ishika who had a salad. Go with her diet plan. "Who met who?" Lavish asked, while munching on his sandwich. "No one." They didn't know an
Well, I didn't mean to see him just as I enter the studio or the room which Piyush had told me to come in. He was standing, his back slightly bend and head leaned towards the table surface with his hand working on a sketchpad and a sketcher held in his hand. I had no idea that he was interested in doing a work like this. His fascination world always was found under the designs of technologies. He would always be in his game room like a lion in his den. Crawling him out was like getting the roots of trees out with our hands. Both of them were a tough job. I would apologize to him and then move on from the past. It was both of our mistakes, but my actions were the one which led to it. Entering in more, I saw Piyush was standing next to Dhruv which I hadn't seen before. His eyes fell o
This boy sketching had been improved. My eyes were probing his designs with an awed look morphing my face. The dress was a long one with a skirt underneath, a long top over which had a cut in the center, starting from the end of the chest and went down. It gave a full view of underneath skirt. But there was something missing in this outfit. I chewed on the back of my pencil whilst thinking about it. What might he have missed while drawing it? But then my mind sidetracked to some other direction, pondering about his hands which were hard but drawn such a design. It was light, filling the lighter and darker spaces at the accurate places. I used to love his artistic hands because they used to be longer, sleek and gripped the pencil in a fluent manner.
I think when you love somebody, you're ready to be whatever they want and for some time you want them to like you. You start behaving according to their wishes, dress the way they like and chose words they would like to hear. Because that was what maybe happening to me. Maybe I was falling in love with Ajay. We had been together for 3 months - longer than any other boyfriend of mine. And maybe this say something about us. We had been together, and now I tried to do the things he might like from me. I knew this red dress would attract him, make him happy because as soon his eyes fall on me, a shocking look wore his face. He opened his mouth but then closed it like a fish. Waving my hand in front of his face, he gulped badly. "You m
It was the twelfth call I had repudiated of Ajay. He needed to stop bothering me, but his mind was a size of a pea to understand anything. I had more things to worry about and pay my attention in. Vexed by it, I put my phone on a silent mode, to not disrupt me while I work. "Again on phone." Piyush gave me a spiked look like it was my fault. But it was my so called boyfriend. I had no idea where we both stood, neither I wanted to think about it. Thinking about it was like giving a tunnel for hurt to come and destroy me. Many bad breakups were already on the list and one more would join soon. I put my phone back to my purse.
"Why behaving like a bitch with her, huh?" "Don't tell me she seduced you to spend a pleasure and painful night." He shook his head in amusement. Wait a second. Was it amusement I saw in his face? "You still don't have a filter in your mouth. She was helping you." I gave him a look on the name of help. He cracked a smile. "Okay, pushing herself on you." "Exactly." Silence fell between us like a heavy cloak. He was standing close to me, so close. I could see the raw skin, stubble covering his half face, hair draped over his forehead, his lips stretched with pink in them like before. Brown eyes were evading looking at me, muscles were stiffened and something was strange about his
"Sanchi, wait." Mom called from behind. Turning, I saw she was standing outside the kitchen, hands on her hips and frown descended on her face. She was going to scold me for going without breakfast again. I slung the purse. "Mom, I'm getting late." But it was a waste of time arguing with her. "I don't want to hear any getting late." She came forward, wearing a traditional blue suit. I had no idea how she carried the weight of it without complaining. "Come and eat. You had been doing this from a week." "But-" She didn't hear any of my protests, as her hand encircled my wrist, stirring me to the dining room. While protesting, I was smiling at her antics. Twenty one years and her habit of pushing me to eat hadn't changed a little. She was the sweetest mom in the world, but sometimes sh
Knocking the third time, and was greeted by silence.Creasing my eyebrow in puzzlement, I thought would it be a good idea to barge in like this? But I had been knocking for a long time - three time - it was a long time. Contending with my inner self, I opened the door and was welcomed by silence again. No one was there. Mrs. Malhotra called me here, and herself faded with winky dust. Groaning, I was about to turn around when I saw a baby sitting on the couch.Ria.Toys were scattered around her and she was silent. I had never met a baby who remains quiet. Babies were noisy, but she wasn't. She was wearing a yellow skirt, her eyes staring at her barbie, small hands trying to grasp it. Walking ahead, I bent down on the floor. Her gaze landed on mine, she blinked rapidly. I felt awkward.