The weekend morning was beautiful, with a pink book in her hand and a box of her favorite cereals on the table next to her, accompanied by a mug of coffee which was getting colder with each passing second. She used the book just as an escape from random comments she would earn if she just sat on her couch and stared at the window. Her concentration was stolen, common sense was robbed and her mind wandered somewhere at Tushant's place. She just kept staring at her book, reading the same line over and over, yet not making out what it frankly means. Arisha thought of everything she did yesterday. Imagining various scenes if she would have stepped forward when he asked. And found herself getting overly excited every time she thought about the upcoming day, Sunday. The music class. The only tragedy was Ronil and his curiosity. She could not at all wait to see Tushant again. Getting habitual to his charming smile and hazel eyes, and everything he does, randomly or consciously. A smile resided on her face as she took the first sip of her coffee, it tasted horrible.
"Didi" She called out for Vidisha, getting no response. A second call followed by the third one. On a normal day, she would pretend not to listen to her sister as some sort of revenge or steal her phone to hide it somewhere in the washroom but then, she was too happy to get sad. Keeping the book on the coffee table, she walked into the kitchen and towards the sink. Extended her arm and poured the liquid out of the mug and set the vessel on the counter. Vidisha sat on her favorite chair with her eyes glued to her phone. A smile plastered on her face was evident that she was utterly happy.
"You look delighted" Arisha whispered into her ears in an attempt to surprise her, however, achieved none. Vidisha rested her phone on the table and jumped up the chair, took Arisha's hands in hers, and climbed up on the wooden table.
"I...finally sold my first painting" she screeched, warm and joyful eyes with a huge smile plastered on her face."For twenty-five hundred" Her voice is squeaky and chirpy.
"Woah...you're sure?"
"Of course" She frowned. Arisha pulled her hands out of Vidisha's grasp and clapped them energetically before hugging her tall sister's legs, standing on the table.
"Not a bad amount for the first painting, which one though?" She reached out for her phone. It portrayed a beautiful girl, with the sweetest smile and a book in her hand. Vididsha had really worked hard on the details, not a single strand of hair misplaced. The book had a name even, however, imaginary. And the best part was her face, pink glossy lips, chocolate brown eyes, shaped brows, and perfect freckles.
"What is she reading?" Arisha turned her head upwards in Vidisha's direction and offered an enthusiastic smile.
"A love story" She whispered and both of them laughed. "You know? That's you"
"Okay" And let out a snort, she is not this beautiful.
Finally, she stepped down and stroked Arisha's hair.
"Dad's coming home" and she nodded in response, Vidisha's voice was far from just quiet and afraid. Arisha tried to change the mood and reduce her sister's tension with an adorable smile of hers.
"Let's do something...something to bring them together again?" Raising one of her shoulders towards her neck in order to bring her chin and shoulder together. A pleasing gesture.
"Dinner?"
"Date?"
"Where? I guess I can't afford to book a table at a rest..."
"No, not at a restaurant...maybe at home itself?" Narrowing her eyes, partially with confusion and partly due to her racing nerves.
"Sounds good" Vidisha exclaimed with a sudden transition of tone in her speech.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken feelings are unforgettable
Roman pour Adolescents"Common it's not a big deal" He said with gritted teeth. "Remember last time you said that?" Arisha said, her nervousness clearly visible by her expression. "It will be okay, you will grow comfortable soon" "ya, I guess you are right" Arisha is a sh...
