Three lives, three souls, three hearts.
Shehnaaz, Sana and Sidharth entangled to each other like vines.
Raindrops or rainstorm, sunshine or fog, completely different yet similar, three people who are destined to a single stop, a heart that will get...
Mere Saare Sawal Aankhon Main Us Ke Saare Jawab Honton Par..!
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"Shehnaaz, wake up. Everybody is waiting for you at breakfast."
"Please, tell them to eat na. Why are they even waiting?", she snuggled in the pillow covering her face with the blanket. It was nine thirty in the morning, the sun had come out owing to the summer and the birds were silent, hiding among the shades.
"No, you have to wake up", I try so hard to snatch the blanket from her hands but she is so adamant. She had been resolute from childhood never listening to anybody.
"Mai paani daal dungi"
"Toh mai paint. Lemme sleep and go please. I am not hungry. '' Her soft breaths tell me she has slept again and I know now it's useless, she is not gonna wake up at any cost. If you try to disturb her sleep, she thinks you are avenging her for something and when she wakes up things can turn nasty.
I move back to the table announcing that she won't come. Everybody sighs and gets back to eating. It is nothing new. Skipping breakfasts is a shehnaaz kinda thing.
"Toh beta how are your studies going?", chote sahab asks in between.
"Bachelor's are done. I am trying for my master's." English honours, writing has been my trope since kindergarten. That was probably the only thing I was good at. Career seems very hazy right now. What would I do after college? After master's? Teacher...no I was pretty bad at explaining things. I wanted to be a full time author but that is so difficult. I want to get a paid job, I already feel like a charity project in this house. Whenever I start to think about my career all I end up with is haze.
"Good, tell us if you need any kind of help."
I hummed retreating to my room. I can't help this inferiority complex I get when people enquire about my career options. Obviously I want to do something, become independent, and have a great life. I lay down on the bed, this room isn't even mine. But I have been here for so long, it feels like if not this then what? What is beyond this in my life? I wonder how Shehnaaz had everything so sorted, she looks so happy with her choices.
"Sana?", Sidharth knocks on my door and I sit up straight adjusting my dress.
"Haan, come inside"
"I was getting bored. Do you want to go somewhere?"
"Outing?"
"Yep, something like that. But a place without any rush"
"Okhla Bird Sanctuary" I had not gone outside for a long time. You might find it weird but I have negligible friends. By negligible I probably mean no one. I have been socially inept since times unknown and homeschooling acts like a curse in such cases.
