A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson.
-Aryan-
"Sir, would you like to have some wine." the flight attendant asked me.
"No. Thanks. I am fine." I said in reply.
"Okay, sir. But, if you need anything please inform us."
"Sure. Thanks."
So, I am finally going back to Mumbai. All those days of work in LA are over. Most of the time I like working abroad but, this time it just didn't feel right. I am working on the script for my third film. Still, it feels like my first one. Back home everyone is waiting for me. Abram called me this morning and said that he is missing me. Maa is also waiting for me. As soon as Nani came to know that I'll be landing in Mumbai tomorrow morning she came over to see me. I am looking forward to meet them. Oh! still, there are 7 hours for the plane to land.
-Manasvi-
"You guys are always fighting. Be it dawn or dusk, all you both can do is fight." I shouted.
"Shut up!! you are not the one to tell us what should we do. We are your parents, we will do what we feel like doing. Is that clear?" Mom shouted back.
"Will you both please stop." dad said, looking irritated.
"Exactly. That's all I am trying to say, please stop." I shouted with more force.
"Manasvi, please don't poke your nose in our fights." dad said looking at me. I didn't reply to him.
"Manasvi, take your plate and go inside the room and eat. You are not old enough to teach your elders. You don't understand anything." mom said, handing me my plate.
"Yes. If it was your sister saying something between our fight we would have to understood. You are still a kid, dear." dad said, agreeing with mom.
"Okay. I won't speak anything. I understand that I am not the eldest of all, but the youngest in our family, still, I am your daughter. I have some rights. I might not have the maturity my sister has, but guys, I am fucking 17. I'm not a kid anymore. I can understand everything." I protested.
"Please, go." Mom and Dad said in a single tone.
I went inside my room, left the plate there. And cried like a child. My parents, still shouting at each other, blaming each other for everything, unbothered by how I felt.
NEXT DAY
-Aryan-
Finally Mumbai!! I exclaimed to myself.
The fresh air of Mumbai feels like home. I am sitting in my car, seeing the outside view. There is nothing that I didn't see before, yet it's so fresh. It's raining outside. A lot of people are carrying umbrellas and raincoats. The ones without them are trying to escape the rain. A bunch of them are standing under the roofs of shops and stalls. Few are at the tapri (stall) enjoying their afternoon tea.
Phone rings. Ahaan calling.
"Sahab, apka phone baj raha hain." my driver informs me, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Sir, your phone is ringing." my driver informs me, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I pick up my phone.
"Aryan, where are you? I've been waiting for you." Ahaan shouted at me over the phone.
"I am on my way. Just a few minutes." I replied.
"Okay." He said.
Phone hung.
Out of acting, he has suddenly developed a love for theatre. He found a group of theatre geeks, headed by one of his friends. He'll be acting in one of his friend's play. So, he asked me to direct and write it. I don't have any experience in writing and directing plays, so, his friend is also going to help us out. I suppose it is pretty much like directing and writing films.
My car stopped and the driver informed me that we reached our destination. I stepped out of my car and looked up to see the board of Prithvi Theatre.
Hey guys!! Hope you enjoy this chapter. I know I'm pretty late, so sorry for that.
Special thanks to heyitsmedudi for reminding me to write the next chapter.
Love you all. Stay tuned. <3
