Conceit & Kindness

Chapter-5

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The great Abhimaan Kapoor is here in all his glory, I could see the radiant smirk on his face, and the complexity In his eyes as he doesn't want to be associated with anyone. of course, he understands himself as the superior one as he is the only one who is born to invent machines.

and I am pretty sure that girl must be his girlfriend, I didn't expect anything sober from him anyways, I move my head and strolled down to make space in the too-loud crowd.

music was too high but at least I was sane, sane enough to understand what I am doing here and basically, I am doing nothing.

seconds have passed, minutes have passed but I was not able to find any reasonable thing to do so, as the time was running my heart was in thunder as something outrageous is on my way to surpassing all the elements.

I tried to glance outside through the small window, but I failed enormously in my attempt to get a glimpse,
the rain was falling dangerously on the streets of New Delhi and I could feel the shine of the moon on my heart.

there must be thousands of poets wondering tonight what they write about the glorious beauty of the sky, there must be hundreds of lovers trying to hide in the wisdom glance of the moonlight and I am here with nothing in my mind wandering about my life.

I still remember yesterday, as it is right in front of my eyes, I still remember when there was no one for me, and I still regret, regret all the times.

the loud voice increased again making me lose my mind, my throat was dry too, maybe I should find a glass of plain water to not pass out. I took a step closer to the area where they were serving all the liquids, they must have plain water to drink.

my messy bun was not in good condition maybe I had to clasp my hair once again in a bun, my shoes were dirty too because of the outside mud and my eyes were heavy; heavy because I was in desperate condition to have a peaceful sleep. I didn't sleep last night, I just couldn't there were voices in my head and there was a bank wall staring back at me, snarling at me when I was trying to sleep.

I reached the major area where they were serving liquids, I took a step closer when I was aching due to the lack of water in my system.

I cleared my throat to get the attention of the waiter but he was too occupied with serving wine to the elite class of businessmen.

I have realised in my life until now that if you want something at the exact moment you have to speak up otherwise you will be late. therefore, I declared in a firm tone that I need a glass of plain water.

maybe I depicted too loud, curious eyes were snickering at me as I have done something extremely wrong.

however, the bartender was a decent man, he smiled at me and gave me a glass of plain water as I demanded, I was too tired to move hence I was adjusting myself to rest my back against the wooden table.

"Hey, you, I need a glass of wine,"

music was too loud to think of anything else so I closed my eyes when the room was filled with fuming music rather than passion.

"Hey, you servant I am talking to you,"

I heard the same voice again, the same voice was bleeding my ears when I heard it getting louder and insulting the bartender as he is nothing but a servant of the world, but what if he is? we all are servants, aren't we? and there is nothing superior between him and us, between poor and the richer between death and the living, we all are here for a purpose to serve but this creature needs to understand that!

moreover, I didn't say anything I was trying to control my emotions, was trying to swim in the water when there was no water near me.

"you know what? I will make you pay for not listening to me!" and then I heard a shattering sound, a sound which was depicting me that glass has been broken, I found Bar tender's face wet. I saw his eyes wet as he was on the verge of crying, I saw everyone was glancing at him but they were not interested in helping him I saw the loss of humanity therein the moment when I was trying to live it.

the woman in the red dress is here too, she had pride in her eyes as she had reinvented herself, her clothes were shinier than they were before, but her soul is duller; duller as an empty stone.

and there was no one to declare that she had done wrong and she should apologise for her poor behaviour, she should apologise for considering herself superior when she is one of us.

maybe no one is going to raise their voice, everyone only wants to enjoy the show, but I can't stand here, can't stand here aI I don't exist in this duration, can't stand to see the damage with my eyes.

therefore I took a step forward and rolled the sleeves of my shirt.

when the woman in red was about to raise her hand I slid in between them and raised my index finger to warn her,

"Don't!"

Who are you? and who gave you the right to get your nose in my matter?" she raised one of her eyebrows while resting her right hand on her waist.

she calculated something outrageous in her eyes and stared at me from head to toe, "didn't you listen to me when I declared that you don't belong here!" now she was trying to reach my level( at my height)

"and who are you declare anything to anyone? I blurted out, my anger was fuming, there must be lines on my forehead, and I know I am not over-reacting at all! who is anyways? why she is advising everyone? who gave her the right to do that?

"I own this place darling," her face was too much bright, she must be considering herself as queen, she had dominance in her voice and arrogance in her fake smile.

"But you don't own people so back off!"

"oh! actually I do own them! "

what I know is she must be paying their servant for what they work but it doesn't mean that she owns a living human for her mockery! she has lost her sense. and who the hell is she? is she Abhimaan's girlfriend?

"Sorry to burst your bubble dear but you are not god!"

I am also determined to give some sense to her tiny brain so that she could understand her standard of living.

"No, I am Ayesha Luthra!"

my eyes went wide as they would bulge out from the socket, now this is the tragedy of life, I am here bickering with Ayesha Luthra with nothing in my mind.