Under the moonlight

• 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?

Attachments, I wish I could somehow train my heart to not feel attached to anyone. When I was a kid, I read somewhere that attachments were always harmful, then be it with any person or any substance. It is always something that hurts as time passes. The sole reason being changes in the nature. Everything that begins also has an end. To sum it up, I always had the notion to stay away from attachment towards wordly affairs as much as possible.

After the accident, I was grateful to Vyom for saving my life and that was it. I never felt any other emotion rising inside of me. As a person who was always skeptic of bonds, but slowly I somewhere wished to build a bond with him.  He was calm and decent, and in no way his presence bothered my private space which I earlier thought would do.

But I am still unable to contemplate my real feelings. To be precise, I am scared of getting attached to Vyom. What life has taught me till now is that people leave you when you need them the most, therefore not even expect any one to stay.
Vyom is different, he is warm. And I secretly want him to stay.

I called Haseena multiple times but she was busy in a case. However I dropped a text for her to meet me once she gets free from the work. My overthinking in a sense paralysed me, I lacked the energy to do any work. All I could do was make a cup of coffee for myself. I ordered a pasta and fries online to feed my starving stomach.

Diverting my mind from the usual laziness, I walked up to my balcony to feel the cool breeze hoping it would calm my untamed mind. It was drizzling and the weather was misty and cool. Children were playing with stray dogs in the rain, and making boats. I smiled a little looking at them.

I turned my attention towards Vyom's house on the left. And there he was, standing at the front gate of his house downstairs. He was wearing a benjamin moore coloured denim shirt paired with a casual grey jeans. As usual his sleeves were folded showing off his veiny hands, complimented with a black metallic wrist watch which was getting wet in the drizzle. But he didnt care as he was busy lighting his cigarette, protecting it with his hand from the tiny drops.

"Smoking another one?" I shouted from my balcony.

He looked up towards me, and smiled. Trying to hide his cigarette.

"Yeah.. tried to control but ended up feeling the urge of it" he replied

I smiled back. At the same time a delivery guy appeared carrying the  food that I ordered. I asked him to wait while I ran downstairs to pay him. Vyom was still standing there at the front gate of his house keeping an eye on the delivery guy.

I took the package from him and paid him the money. Vyom interrupted in between saying "You didnt have your breakfast yet?"

"No I lacked the energy to make anything but coffee.. And bhaiya also left early morning so I havent eaten anything in a while"

"Karishma you should have told me. I wouldve made something for you"

Hearing this, I stiffled a laugh.

"What would you cook for me?"

"um.... anything that you like.. maggi? bread butter? scrambled eggs and toast?"

"eggs? Arent you a vegetarian" I exclaimed.

"Yeah but I know how to make omlette and scrambled eggs in case of emergency you know!" he replied.

"Okay next time I'll call you for breakfast.. Right now I should get back and eat something" I told him and turned to go back but his voice stopped me.

"Uh Karishma.. Do you want to go on a drive? The weather is good, and I am too bored to sit at home."

I was too stunned to react. Words had stopped forming in my brain and I stood frozen for some seconds.