Together Forever

Chapter 42: A day at HOME

Sanskaar sighed heavily as he leaned on the kitchen cabinet huffing in annoyance and dialed to his only savior, Swara.

Swara who was busy painting her portrait, startled for a second at the sudden outburst of her phone. Placing her paint brush back on the pallette, she picked up her phone and her smile widened when she saw the caller ID. Swara attended the call in few rings after connecting the call with the bluetooth headset and picked up her brush again.

"Ha Sanskaar tell me." She started dipping her brush into the paint and started to colour the portrait with clear strokes to complete the picture.

"Swara, help me na." Sanskaar whined softly and eyed at the vegetables he had murdered in the name of cutting them for the soup. He had made a complete blunder and if only his grandmother enters into the kitchen which she considers like her second holy place, then he'd sure had to kiss goodbye to his life.

"What happened?" Swara chuckled as she heard him whin like a five year old who wants help to get a chocolate bar.

"Actually girlfriend I mean my grandmother's ill." Her fingers paused and she withdrew her brush from the canvas. It's been two weeks since Asha had got discharged and she had been doing well ever since but now hearing that she's ill instantly got her worried, "Ill? Sanskaar is she doing well? Or wait I'm coming." Swara stood up from the place all set to go downstairs but then stopped by his reply.

"Swara, relax! She's doing much better and she's sleeping now." Sanskaar explained further of how he found Asha to have temperature in the morning and later decreased after a visit to the doctor. And only then Swara sighed in relief, "So coming to the problem. Actually gf is craving to eat soup and much to my unfortunate her favourite store is closed and I too tried making but-- urgh! Okay, so can you tell me how to make--"

"I'm coming." Swara announced before he could even complete the sentence. She dropped all the brushed into the container that contained clean water and the colours slowly started to blend and diffuse.

"What?" Being a confused soul he was, he blinked his eyes. This girl didn't even let him complete the sentence and but was all set to come to his home.

"Just take care of her until then." And even this time she didn't hear him and disconnected the call. He didn't want to disturb her and all he was about to ask was the recipe but nevertheless, now that she was about to come and if she too doesn't know how to cook, he would atleast get accompanied and together they would find a solution.

Swara cleaned up the place after setting the tools on the shelves and placed the unfinished canvas in the corner of the room. She took her slingbag and placed the golden wrapped gift she wanted to present to Sanskaar inside. With that Swara informed Reema about leaving and rushed to his house.

The calling bell of the house gained Sanskaar's attention. Ofcourse he knew how it was and went to open the door.

"Sanskaar." She called out for him impatiently and knocked the door.

"Coming." Came his muffled voice through the door and he literally jogged towards the door to recieve her.

When the door was opened, even without greeting her bestfriend, Swara barged inside his home and pushed him to a side through his chest since he was blocking the way and lead to his grandmother's room. She was worried sick for the old lady and all Sanskaar could do was to close his hunged jaw, close the door and follow her though he wanted to complaint of how she barged inside without even sparing a look at him but then shrugged it off for the day.

"Dadi! Are you feeling better?" Concern was laced in her voice as she sat beside Asha who just woke up from sleep.

"Oh Swara! You're here." Asha smiled faintly and spoke in a raspy tone. She was all happy to see the girl beside her.