Claire de Lune

Smooth criminal

Distant. That was the word that revolved around the campus on a breezy Saturday morning, Presidency was filled with its students almost knocking each other out, hustling and bustling around with a huge calamity that they feared would happen,

Politics is an inevitable talk in the society, one can never contemplate what is right and wrong without comprehending authority, and the very notion is capable of bringing endless catastrophes to an entity, Presidency and it's pupil were no less, it's always the rich that took the upper hand, and it's rightly said that, Politically, it's the opulent that makes the rules while the poor is crushed by the same.

Prasad, A pupil from the department of Commerce approached Abhimanyu with a serious face, "Bhai, what's going on now? Any hope? " And it made the elder one shrug his shoulders like a clueless infant, he had his share of lone eyes and surveillance looks as an answer,

"Matlab? " ( meaning? )Prasad probed further coming to stand in front of him, a few students stood behind him,

"Matlab kya? Abh thodi bhi hope nahi hain hamari paas.. " ( meaning what? We don't even have little hope.. ) Abhimanyu slouched back, Unarmed by the peering looks given by his fellow pupil. Prasad looked at him, totally done by his nonchalant behaviour,

"Kya hum Avyay sir se baat kar sakte hain? He would definitely do something about this! " ( can we talk to Avyay sir? ) Prasad questioned him again, with a glint of hope in his eyes, Abhimanyu's eyes we're now replaced by sheer disappointment,

"He already told me to not disturb him regarding this! " Abhimanyu visibly frowned  at the pretext of  being let down so easily by the one he trusted the most before heading outside the auditorium.

Well, the main man was still not in the campus. Abhimanyu walked across the still corridor with his eyes half shut in a pensive fashion, his ears perked up at the familiar call,

"Abhi bhaiya! "  Her voice called him across the spacy patio as she made him stand by holding his arms, her lengthy breaths and heaving posture told him that she had run all the way to reach him, Abhimanyu steadied Mrinalini and made her stand by her shoulders, "Hey sissy, why did you run like this? What if you fall down and get hurt?!

I already have enough problems, you don't have to add on to them! "  He took a deep breath that silenced the little one, she gave him a worried look and showed him her phone showing him the call log,

"Did Avi say something? " He called himself down and asked back with hope and fear, Part of him still felt a weird about his absence but he decided to shrug it off,

"He told me that he wanted a break from college and he was going to play in the arcade" Mrinalini didn't say anything more and watched her brother sigh in frustration, She silently hugged him unsure of how to console him. Abhimanyu sighed one more time, his beady eyes closed in irritation and instantly recovered seeing his sister scared of him.

He tightened the hug for a moment before walking away leaving Mrinalini stand there with desperation.

The rest of the morning passed in silence and scarce whispers of students who were in the auditorium, Abhimanyu sat beside his guitar, lazily flicking it's strings as  Swasthika sat beside him holding his arm, "Are! Don't make a grumpy face na! We will figure something out! " Her cheery self made it's entrance,

"Par kaise? Kya mein Bhagwaan Jaise lag rahi hoon?! " ( But how? Do I look like a God or something?) Swasthika flinched at the way his eyes scornfully shined, Abhimanyu regretted his actions again, "Maaf kar" ( forgive me)

"Maybe we can do the same concert in a different way? " She asked him, hoping for a yes,

"It takes a lot of influence or money to arrange a five minute concert in a Sabha..