Sometimes our past memories ruin our present. There are people who don't let their past ruin the present. But there are some who can't move on from past.
Not everyone is same. People have different ways of dealing with problems.
And in this journe...
I ran my fingers between my hairs trying to fix it, taking glance of my reflection on the front mirror of my bike, I shifted my gaze to Mom. After keeping all the stuffs in the car she came towards me. As it's my birthday yesterday, so Mom had kept a pooja today morning and now she told me to distribute some stuffs and foods in our NGO and visit temple.
Mishti hadn't gone anywhere in these past days, so Mom personally told me to take her with me..
"Why don't you go in car, rather than taking your bike? " Mom asked me, the reason was I haven't taken her in a bike ride since forever. But should I tell it to Mom.
"Mom, I am getting late, where is she? " I asked trying to divert the topic. The car was still parked behind me and the driver was waiting for me to go, so that he will follow me.
"Wait! She must be coming, " she informed, I nodded. Today morning while I was about to sit in pooja, the pandit told me to wear dhoti. Believe me, I had never wore a dhoti in my whole life. I had no other option left because of my Matashree. She wanted me to sit in pooja. So I wore a white dhoti which she gave me and believe me I was looking like a joker.
Everyone started laughing including mom when they saw me in that weird outfit. But Mishti, she laughed at me like anything. While laughing she fell from the sofa where she was sitting, it was not enough , her face went red, still she couldn't stop laughing. She started hitting her hands, throwing her legs but still she was laughing. At the end Sameer had to lift her and throw her in a room because she was laughing so loudly , it was disturbing for the pandit.
"See! She came, " Mom informed me, I shifted my gaze towards the entrance of my home. She was descending the staircase. My breath hitched, from yesterday she's just surprising me with her beauty. She's glowing more than before. I trailed my eyes on her saree and if I am not wrong she's wearing a red saree which was of my Mom. Only Vermillion was missing, otherwise she would have looked like Mrs Mishti Rajvansh.
Holding her saree pleats she made her way towards me. In the traditional saree she was looking sexy, I really didn't want to take her with me now. I mean how can I be? When she is looking so hot that anyone can die for her.. Moreover with the minimal make up, red lips, flaunting hairs and the accessories, hell! I lost my heart beat.
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