Kashish

CHAPTER : 5 - COINCIDENCE

Chapter : 5 - Coincidence

"Are you sure, you want to go to college today?" My mom asked sitting on the bed as I went through the notes.

"Yes." I answered.

"Kashish, it's okay if you want to take a break. It's not even been a day since you hurt you head." She spoke.

"I don't want a break." I said firmly and continued flipping the pages of my note book.

'I don't understand where you get this stubborn attitude from." She huffed.

Really mom? like you have no idea where I get my stubborness from? last time I checked it was from you, right? Is it not mom? Well, I got a lot of things from your side of the family don't you think? Except the brains from dad?

But isn't it unfair mom? The way I got his intellegence, his looks but I picked up your share of madness, something that runs in your family don't you think? In you, in aunt Meeta. Don't you think? Or are you too blind to see? C'mon mom, I'm your only daughter now, right?

 I got up while I put back my notes in my bag and I opened my closet to pick my clothes for the day. My mom didn't take her eyes off me and I didn't look back at her and engaged myself completely doing what I was supposed to.

"Why don't you wear the floral dress your dad and I got for you?" she asked standing beside me as I picked out an off white shirt and same coloured matching pants.

"What's with you and your monochromes? seriously, I'm tired of your clothing Kashish." She commented and I just placed my outfit back on the bed.

"I'll just go shower, I'm getting late." I said with a dismissive tone but she hadn't moved a bit from her place. I ignored as she made her way to my bookshelf and my desk and I stepped into the shower. 

The cold water made me gasp loudly and shiver. But I needed it. I needed to wake up from my slumber, I need to wake up from it and be back to face the world. I need to get ready to be who I am. Who I actually am. And not what my mom left me to be. I was strong. Yes, I was. I was naive but strong. I still am. It is not easy to break me mom. I know your sister would come back. I can't just bury the past, can I? she would come to take it from me, what made her lose her perfect life. doesn't she? 

But do I really blame her mom? I do. But as much as I do blame you? 

I don't want to blame you mom. I want to forgive you. I really do. But can I ever forgive you? Like I have forgiven dad? Maybe because like you always said, I'm exactly like dad. maybe that's why. Or maybe because dad just believed I was strong. He belived in me before he left. Unlike you, mom.

I've always wanted to ask you something. Why did you do it? were you jealous of me, mom? that I was something your precious one wasn't? Or maybe that I wasn't exactly like you? What was your reason, mom? What was the reason that I wasn't your daughter?

"Kashish? Are you inside, Love?" I heard a knock and I answered back.

"Yes, papa." I said.

"Okay, I made you some tea and some parathas. Would you have breakfast with me?" he asked.

"Yes." I said back.

"That's nice, I'll see you downstairs." he said and I heard him exit the room with a click of the door. I came out wrapping myself in a towel and after I was done drying myself, I dressed and pulled my hair into a low bun. Putting on my tiny gold studs and my white and gold watch, I picked up my bag and my violin case and went downstairs.

'Ah! I see you are early as ever. I like this about you." Dad said passing me a cup and saucer and I took it.

"Good morning, papa." I said and sat down on a chair at the dining table.