MY FOREVER WITH YOU

CHAPTER-8

She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.

What is my future going to be?

I was sitting on bench in nearby veranda, after hours of strenuous work since morning. Its Saturday luckily our lectures were cancelled due to some student union rallies or something. Though the day, instead of being relaxing was piled up with tasks. In morning Leena was supposed to make breakfast but she was having headache, a bad one like the way she demonstrated.

She turned the entire house by whining about the pain or how she spends late nights for studying and writing assignment. And everyone participated in her rant as well. Thakuma* was massaging her head while she called me down from my room and ordered me to cook morning meals even on Sundays. 

It was only one day I'd get break and sleep extra hours in morning but the peace was stolen.

Generally I try my best not to spend much time at home, for one mamma's shifts are irregular so she sometimes spend night in staff quarter or in her nearby colleagues place. Meaning the whole section of our floor is left for me. I don't like to be alone.

So shifting between Ayesha's always welcoming home, I spend some time volunteering in NGO'S. So this brings me here in geriatric homes. At least here I was willing also being appreciated for running small errands. The place is near to campus where I have to head next, to help Ayesha in executing the decorations for the fresher's party.

So much for one peaceful weekend.

Sighing, I look at few old men in groups playing indoor games, ladies chatting away something maybe their youth talks. They are genuinely laughing among themselves, it relived me that it was not some depressing talks.  Otherwise the spend hours remembering their families or relatives that abandoned them.  

I wonder where my life would be few years from now. As per my bewildered state I'm not sure of anything, there are only couple of months left to complete my graduation. Then what?

"A frown so deep at this age is clear indication of some trouble."

Yamini aunty sat beside on the bench, offering me almond milk. I returned her smiling and thank her. She is administrative head of not only this NGO but many successful ones around the city. Though looking at her simple flowery patterned baby pink saree, hair always tied in perfect bun, clear face, light silver jeweler with persistent knowledgeable gleam in her eyes no one could predict she holds such high authority. 

She is truly down to earth woman. Always passionate and selfless about her work.

Maybe this is the reason I could connect to her comfortably despite differences of social status or age.

Poking the straw in the pouch, sipping the cool milk , "Life." I drawl the word.

"Oh, then it is meant to be complicated, she shrugs crossing her legs, "one piece of honest advice though don't empty your brain cells because nothing in 'life' is meant to be solved in snap of fingers. So just make truce with it."

This grabs my attention.

"Let it happen but hold your ground still. Don't surrender yourself, chin up and fight back." she smiles confidently.

Her hand pressed on mine reflects the strength of her words. This is the reason I look forward to talk or even meet her, even it's rare. She has this soothing aura just like I read about 'Lunas' in those werewolf books that is known to spread calmness.

I'm so lucky to have her and kainath aunty in my life. The difference is kainath aunty gives me the adoration I'd need and Yamini aunty is like guiding light in my life.