Escape to Reality ✔

CHAPTER 6

It has been two days since we got back home. I haven't seen both of them. Neither my mom nor my dad. For all I know, they are on a business trip with Sharuk's dad. Sometimes I really feel bad about having parents who can't even spend time with their children. But my grandma and brother make up for it.

We've never been close. Even when I was a kid. I ask my brother if they were the same even before I was born and only get sushed in return. Is it just me or do they don't have time for their own kids ?

At least my mom cares to check in on me once in a while, but with dad it has always been nothing. We've always been distant from the day I remember.

I see dads dropping their son/daughter at school and taking them back to home.

I see my friends who go to shopping with their dad.

I hear stories where they say, my dad bought this, my dad took me there for the weekend and everything.

I've even had friends who say it's better to have a dad who doesn't do these things than not having one. I agree. Not everyone has the same perspective of thoughts in a matter, not everyone expects the same and not everyone deserves to be treated same way.

I sigh and take a sip of water to appease my dry throat from all the crying since morning. It shouldn't be this difficult to live with parents.

Honestly, I'm happy that they aren't home most of the time. Because, it would only make me sadder to know that I can't have the things which a normal grad student can have. Everyone has their own problems and so do I. All this thought started when my dad asked if we can 'Hang out.'

Maybe in another world it might be possible, but between us, I don't think the word 'Hang out' means the same as it does with everybody else. How can you ask someone to hangout, when you haven't spoken with them for the past 24 hrs? Or let's say 24 years? Metaphorically.

I call Shanaya as quick as my wobbly hands allow me to. She might help me with it. I don't know if I should accept the offer or not. It's been a tough year for all of us, losing our loved ones or coping up without our favorite ones or cutting away toxic people, something or the other.

"Hello?"

"Hey Shanaya."

"OMG Lee, I was about to call you!"

I sensed the excitement in her tone, which made me to remain silent.

"Do you remember Ajay?"

"Of course, dumbo, you wouldn't stop talk about him the entire time from Delhi."

"Yea, he wants to go on a date with me. Can you believe it? He wants to meet me again this Saturday, but it's a date. "

"Wait, didn't you guys go out...like, 2 days back? I guess he wanted to know more about you and honestly-I don't see why not, coz you are hot and smart."

"Oh, come on, Lee. It's just a date. I'm seriously stunned since this morning when he asked me out. I just got my nails done and thought to give you a caller later this afternoon."

"Don't worry dear, everything will turn out just fine. Please do ask Zoya before you tell him your decision. Okay?"

"Of course I will, you silly."

"Okay then, let me know how it went !"

"Okay bye girll."

Now, I think I'll text Zoya to know how she's doing but also to ask if she's free this Sunday since I planned on having a sleepover. And from Monday we'll move to the new apartment that's about 30 minutes from here. I think this might me a new start for all 3 of us.