Shades Of Purple

Chapter 31 - I don't mind anything you say

PIHA'S POV CONTINUES:

"Piha." His smokey voice onto my ear, causing me to shiver.

Gulping, I reply- "Yes sir, it's me."

I hear him let out a laugh. Is possible for Someone's voice to sound scary and their laugh so homely?

"Of course I know it's you, Piha." He pauses. "You're very happy, aren't you?"

I grin as I reply- "Yes Sir, very."

I feel him smile on the other side as he says- "I'm happy for you, Piha. Congratulations, you've surely worked hard for this— you deserve this, so take a break now and don't stress yourself until college starts okay?"

Isn't this what Roman would have said? To take rest, to not stress myself. Why do you have to be like him, Sir? Why do have to remind me of him all the time?

I squeeze my eyes shut, not letting the feeling overwhelm me. I can't help it. It's started hurting me now.

This is wrong— no one can be like Roman. No one can make me feel that way.

I snort.

No one can take Roman's place.

"Piha, you there?" I open my eyes only to come out of my thoughts, hearing Raghvansh Sir's voice.

"Yes, I'm here, Sir. And thank you— it means a lot. Thought I cannot be a hundred percent sure about the strees part as I'll be assisting in the surgeries from next week so I assume the work load will be more than I've had previously. But it's what I've always wanted to do, so it won't be a task or work for me as such. Surgeries might be enjoyable, right?"

I finish my talk only to realise— I speak way too much. And yes, he's probably annoyed of me by now.

I divert my attention as he says- "I haven't worked in the surgery department Piha, plus I have done my post graduation in MD (Masters of Medicine) so I don't really know a lot about it. But hearing from the experiences of my past co-workers— it does sound very interesting and enjoyable. I'm sure you're going to love it." He lets out a small chuckle.

In MD??

I feel curiosity take over me and I ask- "You've done your PG in Medicine? Really?"

He says as his voice comes out joyous than ever- "Oh Yes, I have. Medicine is the second love of my life!"

I grin at his excitement. He should be happy like this all the time— I hate seeing him gloomy. Especially yesterday when he held back his tears, it doesn't feel good at all. Somehow I did manage controlling myself to not embrace him in a hug, I don't want to invade his personal space.

How could he say that— how could he say he wished he was dead?

No. No one deserves to die— it happens because it's meant to happen. He's here, doing what he loves, having people who care for him and love him— then, shouldn't he be cherishing all this?

I know this is too big to wish or desire, but I want to make him realize that he matters. I couldn't save a soul like Roman but I want to save someone like Raghvansh Sir— who's all sad and depressed thinking there's no good in this world.