AAHARA

REMEMBER.

Once home, we parted our ways. I went to my room and came out only when called for dinner. I saw Dad eyeing my sprained wrist but he didn't question anything. So, I guessed he already knew everything. Not that I was going to give them all any explanation about it. It would be plain embarassing.

We had dinner, with my brothers and father making small conversations among themselves. It wasn't as difficult, to have dinner with a sprained wrist, as I thought it would be. Once done Dad told me that it was Ekansh Bhaiya's turn next. At the mention of which my mood visibly dropped. I guess everybody noticed, as they all stopped talking, eyeing me.

"If it's such a pain for you then just say it. We won't go." Ekansh Bhaiya snapped.

"Really? We don't have to!?" The prospect of not having to deal with him, really did brighten up my mood.

"You have to." Dad declared. His look dearing me to challange him but I wasn't that stupid. So, I just lowered my head.

I then got up and went back to my room but not before mumbling a small 'Good night.' to all of them. I quickly went upstairs and closed my door behind me. I changed my clothes and went to bed. I don't know why but Ekansh Bhaiya scared me the most among all my brothers. Maybe it was his cold attitude towards me or maybe it was the look in his eyes.

I had always been someone who gets affected by words a lot more than they should. In short, I am a total crybaby. It has happened my times that these habit of mine, got me in trouble. I hate myself for this habit but no matter how much I try I can't change it. Every times I remember Naani and her words when thoughts like these enter my mind. Baby it doesn't matter to me if you cry too much. What matters is why you cry because there aren't many things in this world that deserve your tears.

Remembering Naani always makes me cry. She still is the most important person in my life. She never looked down on me, no matter what. Even when I cried, she never forgot to wipe my tears. Even when I laughed, she never missed the opportunity to join in. She was there, all along, throughout, just for me.

And now when she isn't here it's so painful. I loosed a lot of me when she died. She didn't deserve what happened. She would have never left me here like Naana did. I would have loosed my mind if it wasn't for her last words. If it wasn't for the promise I made. If it wasn't for the question that I wanted an answer to, a question that she left behind for me to find the answer of.

I wiped my tears and closed my eyes. I have no idea why I suddenly remembered all this but I felt like I needed it. I need to cry things off my chest. Though I felt too tired after crying and  didn't even remember the crisis that I was having earlier. So, soon I was in my own dreamland, as darkness surrounded me.

"Baba. Baba. Baba." Somehow was talking but I was in such a nice sleep that I only whined and turned away from them. Though when the person realised that their trick wasn't working, they changed tactics. They started shaking me but I whined again and pulled the comforter close to my chest. The person sighed and left, closing the door behind them. I smiled contently and was about to drift again when the comforter was pulled away and two arms wrapped around my waist and picked me up. Bridal style.

I gasped and looked up to see Ekansh Bhaiya. He just stared at me blankly. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, in the fear of falling.

"Good Morning." I whispered but he just stared at me.

"You are sleeping in again." Ekansh Bhaiya said as we were decending down the stairs. He took me to the dinning room, once inside all the talk died down because of our grand entrance. Suddenly I got too embarassed, under everybody's heated stare. Yet my embarassment didn't last long as it got converted into pain when Bhaiya dropped me.