Everything in life was a reaction to a situation. Life was such, it threw situations at us, and then the reaction becomes the story of life.
Anay woke up early, at around 5:30 am. He walked around the living room, gulping down the one litre bottle of water. He liked having his health and body under control. He pushed the French door open, and walked outside. It was in the early hours of morning, in this rather sober area of Bangalore that everything was so silent and calm. There was a cold breeze, the rising sun and chirps of the birds. He sat down on the cold floor and closed his eyes. First to pray, then to meditate. He didn't know who he prayed to, but he did. He believed, more like.
He walked into the spare room half an hour later, of his luxurious apartment. He had set himself up with a gym, just a small one. He stayed stowed away in there for an hour. He felt felt better after working out. He then spent another hour making breakfast - coffee and dosa.
Anay liked to live life simply. He liked his luxury, yet he liked to do the bare minimum for himself. Cleaning, cooking, buying his own groceries, and tidying up his home. That kept him grounded. He had grown up like that, taking care of himself. His parents had always been very career oriented, with working parents, he knew how to live independently. And he had a little sister, he had always had someone to take care of, rather than being taken care of, especially after his parents had passed away.
He put the ladle down in the bowl and grabbed his phone. He wanted to call his sister, he spoke to her at least once a day. At least. Usually more than that. She called him all the time. The phone rang a few times before she answered. He let out a chuckle seeing his little girl. She was half asleep, a mess and snuggled into her brown blanket and pillow.
"Saturday hai bhaiya!" She whined, still half asleep.
"Uth jaa Pari!" He laughed.
"Bhaiya! Kitchen mei ho?" She asked, looking at the screen finally.
"Haan." He nodded.
"Kya banare ho? Bhook laggi." She pouted.
"Dosa. Sahil aur uska dost aarahe hai." He said.
"Oh... Aapke haath ka khaana chahiye. Cook aunty leave par hai paanch dinn." She mumbled.
"You want to visit?" He asked, concerned.
"Abi kaise... Mujhe aana hai aapke paas. Bas hogaya Delhi." She muttered.
"Ajaa na!" He said.
"Fine. Phir mai next week University nahi jaari. Aur aapko medical certificate Dena padega." She said.
"Poora hafta rahegi?" He asked.
"Haan." She nodded.
"Fine." He sighed. He was guilty of spoiling his sister and turning her into a little brat.
"Mujhe nahi jaana UK Shyoo K." She said angrily.
"But padhayi karna haina bey? Abi kaha jaari hai? Next year jaayegi na?" He said.
"Nahi jaana. Job dedo aapke company mei." She asked.
"Bilkul nahi. MBA katham karke ah, job kya, sab kuch hi dedunga." He said, sitting on the couch.
"Sab kuch nahi chahiye. Bas aapke saath rehna hai. Wahi pe Bangalore mei doondho na koyi University please?" She sat up in bed, grabbing her stuffed panda to hold onto.
"Dekhte hai. I'll get the flight booked. Zyada pack math kar. Yaha hai kapde." He said. She nodded.
"Mujhe bathroom jaana hai. Mai aapko nahake ready hoke call karti hoon. Bye bhaiya." She blew him a kiss and hung up before he could respond.
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