Chapter 1

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It was yet another tiring day. I returned back home after rotting inside a crowded bus for freaking 2 & a half hours. The evening traffic in Mumbai gives me wonders of the developments in the roads. Whether it is because the roads are so perfect & everybody chooses the same road to travel in order to reach their destinations soon or everybody travel in the same road because of the lack of alternative routes. Unfortunately the public transport here, never ever satisfies me.


I was standing on the bus without a seat for nearly 2 hours. The unpleasant odour of the near by men who had been sweating after a tiring day made me almost nauseatic. I was unable to cover up my nose even. I felt like I was handicapped, difficult to move due to the large crowd inside the bus who were probably deceived by the bus conductor on availability of the seats. I literary felt that my lower body is not functioning anymore, as it was crushed between the passengers & I had lost all my senses.


Everyone who was standing up was waiting to grab a seat. Finally I could grab a seat next to an old man. He was falling alseep. His snore kept me disturbing for a while. I could sit there barely for 10 minutes, I had to give away my seat for a pregnant lady. 


At long last I stepped in to my home sweet home that too after ringing the bell & banging on the door for gazillion times. My sister was busy listening to songs & dancing while cleaning up her room. She didn't have even an idea that her elder sister was waiting outside.


'Muski! what were you doing huh? You made me stand outside for more than 10 minutes.'


'Can't you see. I was cleaning up my room.'


'Yes yes I can clearly see. Trash everywhere. Really nice.'


'Thanks yo!'


'You know what? Your room gives me a headache.' 


(Muskan grins)


'Really? Glad to hear.'


'Seriously Muski. Why can't you stay clean & tidy? Seems like some kind of a hurricane or an earthquake has hit your room.'


'Whoa what an explanation. I'm so honoured sistah!' 


I grabbed her earpieces.


'Hey! just gimme it back.'


'I'm gonna discard these stupid gadgets. You are too addicted to them, listening to nonsense 24*7. I think it has decreased your hearing too. These are really harmful.'


'Don't act smart didi. Don't underestimate my taste of music.' 


'Underestimate? Hell yeah! your taste sucks. It is trash! All I can hear 'Ooh & yeah baby' in the entire song. So meaningless. Yuck! '


'You don't have a right to say like that.'


'Of course do, I'm your sister.'

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