The Ladies Hostel

chapter 26:Wedding?

Preeya's POV : Everyone was looking at me. Looking in a way as if they had just received the news of My death.
I could not tolerate those piercing eyes on me anymore. I felt like hibernating myself. Without waiting for the epic reaction from that drama queen and all the other girls- I rushed to my room and locked that gate making a disgusting sound.

I know, everyone was baffled. So was I.
I never really thought for a second what I had just said in the end.

Azhar was that type of boy I always hated. Maya aunty's dirty plan of getting his son married with my Titir always made me irritated. Titir was really a good soul. She deserved everyone but Azhar- I believed.

I used to discuss with Anas that how mean Maya Aunty was. Anas did not really care much about all these hostel things. But I loved to share all these little stories. Stories of my life was really limited to few person, he also knew that.
I did not have so many friends, not even my own family. So the small hostel premise was the making house of stories of my life.

What happened to myself ! I was still remembering Anas even when I had pronounced the most dangerously serious decision of my life.

I turned all lights off and tried diverting my mind from Anas and lied on my single bed.

Titir was calling me constantly from outside. I did not response. Even I won't. I would tune out all their shouting.

I opened my regular inexpensive blanket. For you all, it would be considered inexpensive.
But for me, it was prise less.

As you all know my dad had not been talking to me for so long. Mom occasionally called me, if got any chance.
One noon, when my dad was having his power nap- she called me from our maid's phone.

-" Preeya, it's mom".

-"hmm. Where is papa?"- asked in a low voice as if papa could hear me if I got louder!

" Sleeping. I miss you."- she sobbed.

'hmm' - I wiped my nose.

' don't you miss us?

'Mom, do you still wear Saree every friday?' I asked it suddenly as that scene peeped in my mind- where my mom made beef and Fried rice for me every friday and served it wearing a cotton Saree as I demanded.

" No. You liked it' * crying intensified *

" I miss that smell. Anyway, take care, mom. Bye"

I was getting so emotional that I felt like crying so loud which I knew would make my mom more vulnerable. So I hanged that call.

After few months from that call, I received a parcel in one fresh afternoon. As soon as I opened it, I saw a beautifully stitched blanket which was made of some old cotton beautiful sarees.

" Mom". As soon as I pronounced the word, my value less tear rolled down silently.

I started searching for a letter within the parcel box. My mind was saying that I would get one.

Yeah! There was no one.

I kept my fingers on the blanket and left a voice message to Anas that my mom send me a blanket made of her own cotton sarees which I loved the most.

Anas smiled and said " Honey, keep it carefully. When we will live together, you have to share it with me. Ha ha".

Now I was covering myself with that blanket and thinking of getting married with AZHAR!

My mom always had a dream that she would arrange the biggest ceremony in my town for her only daughter's marriage. She used to share her thoughts with me and I used to faked anger being happily shy inside.