"This shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have said that. Mom will not be proud if she comes to know what I did" Tears are rolling down my cheek and I least care to wipe them out of my face. I rode as fast as I could to reach home and pull out all my emotions. I don't know why I am even crying. Is it because I said all the awful things to them? Or is it why they insult my mom? Or is it why Ani believed their parents and blamed my mom and my family? Or is it why he slapped me? Or is it why it would be never as before after what happened there?
My eyes are blurred by all the tears. Still, there is no way that I am going to stop. As soon as I reached the porch of my house, I dumped my bicycle and did not care to park it properly. I rush to my room before daadi notices me. But who am I kidding? It's daadi I am talking about.
I shut the door and take all the wrath on the non-living things in my room. After all the mess I have done I toss on my bed and tuck my face under a pillow sobbing.
"May I come in?" I know who can it be.
"I can't speak right now" I don't want to speak about what happened to anyone, especially daadi. She already hates Mom and I am not ready to listen to those same despicable accusations about Mom again from daadi.
"I don't want you to either," she says clearing all the mess I did.
I try to suppress my sobs so as not to frighten daadi. After a while, I feel her beside me. I know she can't leave me alone to deal with this myself. She can't see me like this and so my dad. And that's why I don't want to be a crybaby. I am not a crybaby. But Ani.....
He can only be the one who can make me nervous. He is the only one who scares me with his silly pranks. He is the only one who takes me to the places which I ever witnessed in my lifetime for my forgiveness. And as much as I don't want to admit it, I love the way that he makes me feel. I like the way we spent time together. I like him beside me. I like how he stands for me in all my worst times. I like the way he defends me no matter the situation. But now, everything has changed. Above all, he thinks of my mom as they accused. The boy who promised me in helping to find out my mom doesn't even think that it's worth helping me out.
All these thoughts are messing up my brain, stinging my heart and it's not easy to take all this in one go. Nothing can comfort me now except my dad. I miss him. I want to see him so badly and ask him to take me to my mom. But it still takes 24 hours to see him. Why doesn't the earth rotate 24 hours quicker so that I could get this burden out of my head? God!!!! Please make this time pass away as fast as you can.
Daadi caresses my hair gently and takes the pillow out of my head. I give in instead of being stubborn. Because I need it right now. She takes me into her lap and I clutch her like a small lamb. It is so soothing and my restlessness is fading slowly.
"Is it fine now?" she asks me worried.
"Mmm"
"Get some rest. I would fetch you something to eat"
"No, please stay" I deny her leaving. I need nothing other than her empathy.
"Okay," she sighs.
"I don't want to ask but I want to make sure that you are alright" She started slowly but I didn't respond. She takes the chance to continue.
"How bad is it?"
"Mmm?"
"Your fight"
"It hurts as hell"
"Who started?"
"I don't know"
"Do you want to end it?"
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