This is a heart warming story of two friends Kadhir and Nithya who ended up the things between them and started a new life.........what will happen if they meet again after years and start to feel as they are more than friends to each other...
Kadhir and Nazitha mam spoke a while at that same spot, Seira who was standing there plucked the book from his hand and walked back into the hallway. NAZITHA mam looked at the path she walked through, then turned to kadhir and sighed.
KADHIR'S POV:
I was standing there speaking with Nazitha mam, suddenly Seira walked close to me and her eyes were filled with tears. I wondered why?, She plucked the book from my hand and walked into the hallway. She looked too weird. I could sense Nazitha mam's disappointment on her daughter's behaviour in her face.
NAZITHA mam turned back to me ,
NAZITHA MAM: Okie..... Can you wait for me in my studio.
KADHIR: Mam , address.......
NAZITHA MAM: (with a smile in her face) go straight through the hallway and last room on your left.
Seriously......... I wonder, a famous music composer would have a recording studio within a room. I thought she would be taking me to her studio from her house.
Kadhir walked through the hallway slowly singing a song at his lowest voice. He kept counting the number of rooms on his way.
When kadhir was about to reach the studio, someone pushed him aside in that narrow column and ran into the room opposite to the studio.
KADHIR'S POV:
When I was about to reach the place, someone pushed me aside from the back and ran into the room, it was Seira. I didn't get, what she was up to?
The book she plucked from my hand was at the floor. I took it in my hands and reached the studio.
I tried opening the door but only in vain. I had decided to wait for Nazitha mam to come and open this damn door.
I looked at Seira's closed room. I even thought of going in to give her this book, but still decided to wait outside. I opened the book and tried reading at least a page from it. God, that book made me think like , is this was even written in English and is this really about maths. I remember only the name algebra from those complicated topics.
Suddenly.......I heard a splashing sound of a glass thrown to the floor. It was from the same little weird woman's room. I ran in, to know what made that huge splashing sound.
The room was not pretty as it looked from outside. The room was sound proofed , that no external sound could penetrate in.
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That sound too was heared only as the door was partially opened. I could see books and formula charts everywhere in the room. At last I could see the broken glass on the floor and frustrated her sitting on the bed facing the closed window opposite to my site. I couldn't see her reaction but declared to my mind that I shouldn't disturb her, so I slowly came out and closed the door. Still I couldn't figure out what's wrong with her.
